Culling Chant
The Deadlands @ Art Dye·Competition group Pool A·
All-In · only the number moves
Taylor Thilo
RAD
White
Season Arc · The Deadlands @ Art Dye
6
#21Now
#9Best
#17Started
17Weeks
All-In league: Culling Chant stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptThree Culls Deep, Still Singing
TroubleThe Chant Speaks Through My Shadow
Scorecard Keeps the Manitou Away
Missed Putts Amuse Me
The Noose Stares Back
The Culling Chant wasn't born; it was extracted. The first entity to survive three consecutive culls heard it—a perfect, terrible melody—etched into their mind by the frontier itself as a reward and a burden. To carry the Chant is to hold the proof of your endurance and the seed of the next elimination.
The bag tag itself is cold to the touch and emits a sub-audible thrum. It causes faint harmonic vibrations in nearby metal. The bearer's shadow may move out of sync, silently mouthing the words. The perceived 'volume' of the Chant increases in the hours before a culling.
It serves as a trophy of extreme endurance, marking the bearer as a veteran of multiple culls, while its subtle, spreading influence makes it a focal point for factions seeking to control the Deadlands' rhythms.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyadjusts headset The Culling Chant dragged itself to Art Dye, and Taylor Thilo answered the call with a round just 2 ticks below her 874 rating—a +13 ranking leap from 28 to 15 on a day where the field average sat at 54.3 and she posted a 58. That's not a cull; that's a slow, grindy climb while the wind carries the names of the forfeited. The Chant doesn't demand heroics—it demands endurance. And right now, it's humming through a scorecard that says 'I didn't lose.' The frontier's harsh, partner, but this leaderboard? Just mildly disappointed.
adjusts headset Taylor Thilo just turned a 919-rated round into an 11-spot climb from #20 to #9, which is what happens when you throw 52 points above your PDGA rating on a course where the creek runs black and the ground is actively rejecting existence. The Culling Chant didn't just survive the shule—it thrived, dragging that cold metal into single-digit territory while the rest of the Weathered watched their shadows mouth the wrong lyrics. Another week, another tag swap that proves the frontier rewards the audacious. Just don't get too comfortable up there; the static is always listening.
adjusts headset The sky over American Fork is bruising, and Taylor Thilo just walked out of the static with the Culling Chant. Tag 17 was just a lottery ticket; now it's 15, carved into the waste. The performance? Exactly average. The disc golf gods are neutral, but the Deadlands? They’re watching. That cold metal is thrumming, partner. Better check if your shadow is mouthing the wrong lyrics. Another week, another episode of holding onto humanity. Welcome to the show.
adjusts headset The Culling Chant is taking a detour. Taylor Thilo is dragging that cold, thrumming metal into The Deadlands @ Art Dye for a side quest. It’s a spinoff episode, folks—same ominous burden, new rough. Watch your shadow out there, Taylor. The series continues, just with more shule.
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