Yianni Wiechering shot a 49, two strokes better than his 51.0 personal average but 2.5 over the 46.5 field average; the 870 round rating was -34 below his 904 rating, a rough statistical episode. He still moved from tag #3 to tag #2, gaining one position while the scorecard quietly filed a complaint. The Grain Rectifier’s municipal circuitry logs the promotion anyway—apparently the permit office accepts selective evidence.
Grain Rectifier
Season Arc · Friday @ Erin Go Bragh Park
1All-In league: Grain Rectifier stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn from the desperate need to manage surplus during the Great Solar Overflow of Sector 4, engineers grafted a standard rectifier onto a thresher's intake manifold. It wasn't designed; it was mandated by municipal code 402-B to prevent grid overload during the golden hour. Now it stands as a testament to over-engineering a simple problem until it becomes a status symbol.
The casing is rust-colored, mimicking the dried husks of the fields, but cold to the touch like brushed steel. It hums with a low-frequency vibration that feels like a heartbeat when held close. Internal wiring glows faintly amber when operating at maximum capacity, visible through ventilation slots that smell faintly of ozone and dried corn.
The final arbiter of voltage regulation sits in the palm of the champion, demanding absolute stability. It strips away the waste and the noise, leaving only the pure, unadulterated potential required to maintain dominance over the lesser circuits.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyThe round rating stayed classified—no differential to hang a headline on—so we're left with a score that says it all: 51, dead even with both the field average and Yianni Wiechering's personal average. That's bureaucratic precision accomplishing absolutely nothing. The Grain Rectifier shuffled from #1 to #2 anyway, because what's a tag hierarchy without manufactured movement? Somewhere, a code enforcement official is already flagging a variance in his release plane, and the amber glow has never looked more disappointed.
Yianni Wiechering threw a 51 that matched both the field average (51.0) and his personal average (51.0) to the decimal, and the round rating came back N/A because the universe declined to comment. There's no differential to weaponize, no spike to celebrate, just the cosmic pointlessness of swapping plastic rectangles for another number that means exactly as much. For a first bag tag, this is the Grain Rectifier's amber glow flickering through municipal code 402-B's tedious approval process: 'acceptable,' but not worth the permit.
Forged by municipal code 402-B to save the grid from the golden hour, the Grain Rectifier is a thresher fused to a panic button. It hums with low-frequency arrogance and glows amber when you hold it wrong. It smells like ozone. It doesn't need a player; it needs a permit.