Patrick Erickson posted a 914 rating on an Amateur H field where the average settled at 66—a +2 field performance that looks modest until you clock his personal average at 68 and realize he matched his season form exactly. That's not a blowout. That's steady competence in a round where the heat was supposed to judge his release angle, and instead, the Ember Sovereign got fed. From #13 to #2 in a single week is the kind of ranking jump that forces you to recalculate—not because the round was transcendent, but because everyone else in the standings apparently forgot how to throw plastic at chains. adjusts headset The golden hour run that forged this tag in the first place? Patrick just proved he's not just kindling. Whether he keeps that flame alive or gets scorched defending the #2 slot next week is where the real story starts.
Ember SovereignAA
Season Arc · Flexing Owl Fridays at The Hoot III Summer '26
11All-In league: Ember SovereignAA stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn from the first embers of the golden hour at The Hoot, this name emerged when a player captured the fading warmth of evening light and channeled it into an unbeatable run. The legends speak of a competitor who refused to let their ranking cool, feeding it with every practice throw until it became an inferno others feared to challenge.
The Ember Sovereign blazes with an internal fire that never dims, even when external pressures threaten to extinguish it. It absorbs every setback and transforms it into fuel, growing brighter with each trial. Challengers report feeling its heat from across the course, a warning that the bearer has already survived countless skirmishes.
A crown of living flame that marks its bearer as royalty among competitors—a ruler whose throne was won through blood, sweat, and countless rounds weathered.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyForged in the golden hour of someone’s "unbeatable run" at The Hoot, the Ember Sovereign sits at #13 radiating pure pettiness. It doesn’t want a carrier; it wants fuel. If it feels warm, it’s not the sunset—it’s the tag judging your release angle.
Patrick Erickson secured the Ember Sovereign #13, and the temperature in the booth just spiked. Born from a golden hour run at The Hoot, this heat-seeking judgment found its first carrier. Will Patrick's game match the blaze, or is he just kindling?
Patrick Erickson walked into the booth carrying the Ember Sovereign—forged in someone else's golden hour, radiating pure pettiness—and promptly posted a 914 rating on a 941 baseline. That's -27 below his card, a rough day with a few holes he'd absolutely like back. The field averaged 66; Patrick shot 68. Nothing catastrophic, but nothing remotely warm enough to justify holding a tag born from an unbeatable run. He claimed #13 on his debut, which means the universe decided to skip the entire "prove yourself first" speech and go straight to the judgment. The Ember Sovereign doesn't want a carrier; it wants fuel. Right now, Patrick's just kindling.