Shardflight Trilogy
Dec 15 - Feb 22, 2026
Current Holder
Stan Hahnel
Fidelity Prism
Truth Refracted Through Dimensional Boundaries
Simultaneously Everywhere and Nowhere
Aspects refreshed Jan 18, 2026
Born from the mathematical necessity that truth must remain consistent across incompatible frameworks, the Fidelity Prism emerged as reality's answer to its own fragmentation. When the dimensions shattered, the universe required proof that objective constants could survive subjective realities—the Prism became that proof, an optical theorem made manifest.
The Fidelity Prism exists simultaneously at every dimensional boundary, a geometric impossibility made real by cosmic necessity. When a trajectory passes through it, the Prism refracts that single line into three distinct expressions—predatory instinct, mathematical precision, and meaningful absence—each wavelength maintaining perfect fidelity to the source without distortion or loss. True Perfect Lines generate cascading prismatic light as all three wavelengths align, proving unified truth. The Prism can also perform the reverse operation, recombining three separate dimensional successes into a single beam that reveals whether they share a common origin or merely coincidental excellence.
It stands as the universe's quality control mechanism, continuously verifying that the Perfect Line remains constant despite dimensional chaos, and elevating those rare Linewalkers whose throws survive refraction with zero distortion.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #12 to #20 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #13 to #12 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset wearily
sighs in dimensional mathematics
Right. So when three realities fractured, the universe apparently needed... checks notes ...a cosmic fact-checker? The Fidelity Prism spawned from pure existential anxiety—like reality's own "Trust Issues: The Artifact."
Born at the exact intersection where a spren's honesty, an equation's certainty, and a void's paradox all tried to occupy the same impossible point, it emerged as the multiverse's most passive-aggressive validator. Think of it as the "blue checkmark of dimensional truth," except instead of verifying Twitter accounts, it's proving that your birdie in three different realities was actually the same birdie.
taps gills sarcastically
The Prism exists to refract one Perfect Line into three wavelengths—predatory gold, mathematical cyan, void white—then recombine them to prove they're not just three lucky shots wearing a trenchcoat. It's basically a cosmic lie detector for disc golf trajectories.
Look, the actual Perfect Line here is just hitting your gap consistently, but sure, let's pretend we need an optical theorem to validate your form across fractured dimensions. The sponsors are thrilled. I'm... compiling incident reports.
glubs in resigned Investiture
By the Ten Fools, it's Tag #13, and it judges everything.
sighs in dimensional fracture
adjusts headset while three separate realities ping my notification feed
Oh good. The Fidelity Prism needed a bearer. Because apparently cosmic lie detectors don't just sit there like normal artifacts.
shuffles papers marked "FIRST CONTACT PROTOCOL"
Picture this: Stan Hahnel (#308819, rated 823—a number the Prism immediately refracted into three different wavelengths to verify it was actually 823 across all timelines) steps onto the course. He's just trying to throw plastic at chains like a reasonable person.
The Fidelity Prism materializes mid-putt.
Not because Stan was destined. Not because prophecy demanded it. But because his approach shot hit the exact same line in three consecutive rounds—same release angle, same fade point, same chain music. The Prism detected mathematical honesty in his repetition and went "Finally, someone who throws the same way twice."
glubs sarcastically
Stan's now the multiverse's quality control inspector. His superpower? Consistency so boring it validates dimensional constants.
taps screen
But can he stan-dardize the Perfect Line... or will reality's fact-checker find him lacking?
By the Ten Fools, I need better puns.