AR.GVL - A Chainsmas Carol @ Timmons
Dec 05 - Feb 06, 2026
Current Holder
Jim Fairey
Gallows Bailiff
Debt Collector from the Hanging Tree
Your Joy Amuses My Ledger
Manifested from the shadow of the mill’s old hanging tree and the cold ink of thousands of foreclosure notices, this spirit arose when the mill's gates were first locked against the community in the name of profit.
It emits a faint sound of creaking timber and heavy hempen rope, and the air temperature drops significantly whenever its spectral presence draws near to collect a debt.
A grim enforcer of the arena's hierarchy who treats every encounter as a final judgment on a challenger’s right to remain within the grounds.
Tag Details
The Counting House
The Counting House represents the cold grip of commerce and exclusivity that once strangled Hagood Mill. These players embody the pre-redemption Scrooge mentality, viewing the course as a profit center rather than community space. They track every stroke with ledger-like precision, guard their scorecards jealously, and believe that disc golf's value lies in its exclusivity. Their play style emphasizes individual achievement over collective joy, and they see the course's gates as barriers meant to keep the unworthy out.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged from the shadow of a hanging tree and the cold ink of foreclosure, the Gallows Bailiff doesn't wait for a verdict. It simply arrives, bringing the chill of a final notice and the faint creak of a rope. It's here to collect—starting with your ranking.
Jim Fairey’s hand closed around Tag #36, and the air in his car went cold. The Gallows Bailiff had found its first debtor. A faint creak of timber echoed, not from the old mill, but from the glove box. The collection of his ranking had officially begun.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset with the air of someone reading final notice paperwork Welcome back to The Culling, where the Gallows Bailiff doesn't wait for appeals—it simply arrives. Jim Fairey shot a 49 at Timmons on a 912 rating round, which translates to a crushing +29 over his personal form and a +0.8 kick to the field's face. The arena's verdict is swift and cold: from Tag #0 straight to the ledger's darkest entry, Tag #36, losing 36 positions in a single stroke. Here's the cosmic joke the sponsors won't admit: he shot exactly at his season average, hung with a field averaging 48.2, and still got collected by a spirit forged from foreclosure notices. The Gallows Bailiff doesn't care about competence—it collects on principle, and Jim Fairey just became its first documented debtor. The air in his glove box is getting colder. From the booth, I'm obligated to tell you this is entertaining. The booth is wrong, but I'm still here.