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Clockwork Sun

Wednesday Johnny LeagueCompetition group B All-In · only the number moves
Jacko Todd Unknown
1 EVENTS

Season Arc · Wednesday Johnny League

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#7Now #1Best #1Started 2Weeks

All-In league: Clockwork Sun stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.

Character Sheet

AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Brass Crown of Championship
TroubleEvery Challenger Seeks My Throne
Gears Turn Like a Heartbeat Survive the Heat, Claim the Brass Defending Champion Bears the Burden

In the early days of the Steam-Putterer's Guild, the master engineers constructed a massive orrery-like apparatus at the desert's highest dune - a working model of a mechanical sun that would mark time for all expeditions. When the guild fractured into competing leagues, the Clockwork Sun became the shared reference point for determining championship timing, its gears synchronized to the meridian of the Brass-Sanded Apex.

Season Story

narrated by Flippy
Field drift #1 #7

Your series bag tag moved from #1 to #7 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.

Forged

adjusts headset Somewhere in the Brass-Sanded Apex, a guild engineer got tired of resetting sundials. So they built a machine that runs on nothing but time itself — a mechanical sun, ticking away the hours above the dunes. When the guild split, the Clockwork Sun didn't take sides. It just kept turning. Now it hangs around the neck of whoever's brave enough to carry a piece of the desert's heartbeat. It's warm to the touch, searing at noon, and always watching. Wear it well. Or don't. It's got nowhere to be.

adjusts headset Somewhere in the Brass-Sanded Apex, a guild engineer got tired of resetting sundials. So they built a machine that runs on nothing but time itself — a mechanical sun, ticking away the hours above the dunes. When the guild fractured, the Clockwork Sun didn't take sides. It just kept turning. Now it hangs around the neck of whoever's brave enough to carry a piece of the desert's heartbeat. It's warm to the touch, searing at noon, and always watching. Wear it well. Or don't. It's got nowhere to be.

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