Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Vein Fever
The Reckoning·Competition group A·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Vein Fever stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptWalking Contagion of the Deadlands
TroubleThe Culling Knows My Name
Fever Dream EyesI See Through DeceptionYour Missed Putts Amuse Me
The Vein Fever existed before the culling began - it is the Deadlands itself, a living contagion that has waited centuries for challengers to enter. The green fog, black creek, and brine storms are merely symptoms of the Fever's spread. Those who survive don't defeat it; they become immune carriers, spreading the frontier's judgment to new leagues across all territories.
The Vein Fever manifests as a spectral sickness around its bearer - not visible marks, but an atmospheric distortion. Air shimmers around them like heat rising from desert sand. Their shadow moves independently, flickering with greenish light. Competitors near them report hearing whispers in their heartbeat, as if the frontier itself pulses through their veins. Those who carry the Fever gain fever dream vision - the ability to see through the Deadlands' deception and perceive true scores.
The Vein Fever represents those who have been touched by the Deadlands' curse and survived, becoming walking vessels of the frontier's contagion. They spread the Fever to new leagues unknowingly, connecting all leagues through a disease metaphor that emphasizes the series-spanning connection while maintaining the survival theme.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Vein Fever oozed out of the Deadlands' collective bad mood. It’s a sentient rash that’s been waiting centuries to ruin a Tuesday. It doesn’t want a winner; it wants a carrier. Hold it, and your shadow flickers green while the frontier judges your grip lock. It’s not a prize, it’s a diagnosis.
Bob Lane didn't win Tag #41; he caught the Vein Fever. The Deadlands just diagnosed its first carrier, and the air around him is shimmering like heatstroke. Now he sees the true scores through the green fog. Another drifter rides into the sunset... of the eliminated rankings.
See where Bob Lane sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
