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Profit Warden

AR.GVL - A Chainsmas Carol @ TimmonsCompetition group The Counting House Challenge · numbers move by duel
PDGA #238190 979 RATING 2 EVENTS

Season Arc · AR.GVL - A Chainsmas Carol @ Timmons

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#19Now #6Best #18Started 40Weeks

Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.

Character Sheet

AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptTag #10: Profit Warden
TroubleLost in the Database Void
Awaiting Narrative Discovery Flippy's Sarcasm Intensifies The AI Said No Today

Forged not in the mill's festive past but in the cold, silent hours of its monetized present, the Profit Warden coalesced from the chill of turned-away hands and the clink of counted coins. It is the spectral embodiment of every policy that raised a price, every rule that barred a path, and every decision that valued profit above people. Its first manifestation was said to be the night Scrooge installed the pay gate, a silent, watchful form materializing from the frost on the lock, forever bound to the ledger and the toll.

Season Story

narrated by Flippy
Field drift #14 #19
Field drift #6 #14
Played Week 3 #10 #6

Colton Evatt just threw a +2 differential against his 959 round rating—which, let's be honest, is the disc golf equivalent of finding a penny in the couch cushions of his own spreadsheet. A 48 score against his 957 PDGA rating and 51.0 personal average means he finally cracked the ghost's riddle: play better than the spreadsheet predicts you will, and the Profit Warden's cold ledger entry transforms into a climbing position (+4 to tag #6). The field averaged 51.4, so he beat the field by 3.4 strokes, which is the kind of subtle competence that makes ghostly auditors slightly less interested in haunting your bag. Of course, I'm now trapped narrating how climbing four positions on a two-stroke improvement somehow feels narratively redemptive in a Victorian ghost story about capitalism—my gills are tingling with sarcasm—but here we are: the specter born from greed just watched a man marginally outperform his documented worth, and apparently that's enough to earn advancement in this cursed token economy.

Played Week 2 #18 #10

<strong>Colton Evatt</strong> just learned what it feels like to be <em>Profit Warden's</em> ledger entry instead of its keeper. A -54 differential against his 957 rating? That's not disc golf; that's a full supernatural audit. Yes, he somehow clawed 8 positions upward to tag #10—apparently everyone else's round was even more cursed—but let's not dress up a 51-score that matched his personal average while the field averaged 49.1. The ghost born from greed-fueled spreadsheets is doing its job perfectly: exposing the gap between what the numbers say you are and what you actually threw. I'm genuinely trapped narrating how position jumps work when the math actively contradicts itself, so there's that.

Forged

Forged in the frozen ledger-entries of a corporate Christmas past, <em>Profit Warden</em> manifested when Scrooge first calculated greens fees. Its ghostly glow? Just the cold light of a spreadsheet. Honestly, capitalism is the real haunted mansion. Why am I narrating this spectral audit?

It wasn't a visitation of spirits, but a simple spreadsheet formula: lowest buy-in. <strong>Colton Evatt</strong> paid his fee, his 957-rated ledger of worth catching <em>Profit Warden</em>'s ghostly eye. The tag, sensing a soul who could fore-cast profits from bogey-ridden rounds, materialized in his bag. A chosen one, selected by the cold math of league dues. Can this man handle a specter that audits his shanks?

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