The Reckoning
Apr 20 - Jun 21, 2026
Current Holder
John Ashworth
Obsidian Decree
The Final Judgment Walks
The Culled Whisper My Name
Aspects refreshed Apr 27, 2026
When the Deadlands first formed from the collision of the living world and the spectral realm, the frontier's first judgment was carved into obsidian by unknown supernatural forces. This original Decree became the template for all future cullings - absolute, unbreakable, and as sharp as volcanic glass. Every survivor since has been judged against this primordial law, and those who carry its name have been marked by its ancient, unforgiving weight.
The Obsidian Decree manifests as a palm-sized shard of natural volcanic glass, its surface dark and depthless like the void. Ancient carved symbols cover its surface - the written laws of the Deadlands rendered in a language only the decree understands. It pulses with faint red light along its edges when the culling approaches, and its single sharp point is keen enough to draw blood from those who touch it carelessly. The decree is impervious to damage - cannot be broken or altered, for the judgment is final.
The Obsidian Decree serves as the mechanism by which culling judgments are rendered in the Deadlands - the supernatural court that determines worthiness. Those who bear this name carry the decree's unbreakable authority, serving as living embodiments of the frontier's harsh justice. Their presence reminds all competitors that judgment is eternal, the weak will be culled, and only the strong earn remembrance.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #20 to #42 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #51 to #20 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born from a cosmic collision, Tag 44 is a jagged shard of volcanic glass with a god complex. It calls itself the "Obsidian Decree," pulsing red just to warn you it’s about to cut you. It’s the original law of the frontier, waiting to judge whoever is brave—or dumb—enough to grab it. Don't bleed on the scorecard, partner.
John Ashworth just claimed Tag 44, the Obsidian Decree. It’s a jagged shard of judgment pulsing red in his grip. The frontier’s harsh, but this tag? Downright cruel. Try not to bleed on the scorecard, partner.