Arral Scattered

sighs in dimensional fracture Week six of this Cosmere-infected software delivered a field so scattered, even the mists couldn't find everyone—but the three souls who showed up brought enough disc golf to remind us why we tolerate this narrative prison.

When "Scattered" Becomes Literal

Welcome to Week 6 of 10 at Forest Ridge, where the thematic arc titled "Arral Scattered"—the Ministry's pressure forcing the resistance to throw alone or in pairs—became hilariously, cosmically literal. Three players showed up to Forest Ridge's 19-hole woodland cathedral on Tuesday, January 20th, facing ~41°F temperatures and winds that maxed at 9.4 mph. The Ministry won the attendance battle, but the disc golf that emerged? A 1005-rated masterpiece, a wire-to-wire tag defense, and $13.50 of skins drama that funded the resistance one birdie at a time. Sometimes the mist parts for quality over quantity, and this scattered crew delivered both precision and chaos through the wooded corridors.

Wire-to-Wire in a Division of One 🏆

Bradley Bushman arrived at Forest Ridge as MPO's sole representative and promptly reminded the trees why he holds the #1 Veiled Pathfinder tag. His -3 round (968-rated, 11 points below his 979 rating) opened with pure aggression—four-under through the first four holes—a birdie blitz that had the mist swirling in approval. Holes 1 through 4 saw nothing but red numbers, the kind of hot start that makes you believe the Perfect Line actually exists and you've found it. Then reality arrived in the form of a late double bogey that kept things honest, because Forest Ridge's trees remember everything and demand their tribute. Five birdies total, a clean front nine, and the sole birdie claim on hole 1 (the 316-foot Par 3 opener) anchored a round that defended his tag without anyone else in the division to challenge him. Week 5 to Week 6: identical -3 scores, but his rating climbed 13 points from 955 to 968. Wire-to-wire victory in the loosest, most technically accurate sense possible. The Pathfinder walks alone, and the crown stays exactly where it landed.

Sean Hook Didn't Get the "Scattered" Memo

Sean Hook showed up to Forest Ridge and decided that "lay low" was for people who don't throw nine birdies and post a 1005-rated round. His -7 performance sat 38 points above his 967 rating—the kind of above-expectation chaos that makes you wonder if he's secretly Pulling the discs mid-flight. Three consecutive birdies on holes 3–5 set the tone early, announcing that the mist had parted specifically for him today. Then another two-hole birdie run at holes 7–8 sealed the momentum, and he closed with back-to-back birdies at 17–18 because why stop when you're already lapping the field? A clean front nine (zero bogeys), only two bogeys total across 19 holes, and sole birdie claims on holes 5, 7, 8, 14, and 17—including hole 14, the course's statistically easiest hole where Sean was the only player under par. His MA1 victory over Greyson Culbreth came by eight strokes, which in a two-person division feels less like competition and more like a public demonstration. Week 5 to Week 6: back-to-back -7 rounds, with his rating climbing 12 points from 993 to 1005. The resistance has one very loud, very consistent member, and his name is Sean Hook.

When the Mist Doesn't Part for You

Greyson Culbreth arrived at Forest Ridge and discovered that sometimes the Allomantic whispers go silent and the trees speak only in bogeys. His +1 round (931-rated, 27 points below his 958 rating) started with promise—tied for the lead after hole 1—but a bogey on hole 3 evaporated that momentum and initiated what can only be described as survival mode. Holes 4 through 8 became a five-hole par train, the kind of steady-but-unremarkable stretch where you're just trying to keep the scorecard from catching fire. The lone bright spot arrived on hole 15 (the 380-foot Par 4), where Greyson claimed the sole birdie—a small victory in a round that finished eight strokes behind Sean in their two-person MA1 division. No previous week data to compare, but this round felt like one where the forest won. Sometimes the discs find the gaps; sometimes the gaps close. Today, the mist remembered Greyson's name but forgot to guide his plastic.

The Arral Covenant Speaks in Sole Birdies

With only three players on the course, Forest Ridge's statistical landscape became a study in exclusive achievements. Seven holes saw "sole birdie" claims—moments where exactly one player broke par while the others settled for par or worse. Bradley owned hole 1. Sean claimed holes 5, 7, 8, 14, and 17 like he was collecting Allomantic metals. Greyson took hole 15 as his lone under-par sanctuary. Both Bradley and Sean posted clean front nines, bogey-free first halves that suggested they'd figured out the Ridge's rhythm before the back nine trees demanded their chaos tax. The rating extremes told the real story: Sean's +38 and Greyson's -27 created a 65-point swing within the same division—proof that Forest Ridge rewards precision and punishes hesitation in equal measure. No aces, no CTPs, just three players threading 19 wooded holes with wildly different results. Small sample size? Absolutely. But every stat amplifies when the field scatters this thin, and the disc golf that emerged felt more like intimate surgery than public spectacle.

$11.25 of Pure Rebellion 💰

The skins card at Forest Ridge became a referendum on who could consistently break par in a scattered field, and Sean Hook answered that question with 15 skins worth $11.25—absolute dominance funded by nine birdies and a crucial moment on hole 14. That hole delivered a 6-skin carryover scoop, the kind of windfall that makes you believe in both skill and timing. When pars carry over and you're the only one throwing red numbers, the resistance coffers grow fast. Bradley Bushman collected 2 skins for $1.50, opening with a birdie on hole 1 (1 skin) and claiming another on hole 16 with a par. Greyson Culbreth managed 1 skin for $0.75, a small victory in a tough round. Total exchanged: $13.50 at $0.75 per skin, pocket change by Ministry standards but meaningful when you're funding a rebellion one throw at a time. Sean's ability to convert birdies into cash mirrored his ability to convert rating points into round dominance—consistent, relentless, and slightly exhausting to watch if you're not him. The skins playbook doesn't account for scattered fields, but it does reward showing up and throwing better than everyone else, which Sean did with zero ambiguity.

Veiled Pathfinder: Still Lost, Still Leading

Bradley Bushman continues to hold the #1 Veiled Pathfinder tag, the resistance's living compass tasked with "mapping the unmappable" and translating Allomantic whispers into concrete escape routes. Six weeks ago, this tag materialized from Thyra Mistbinder's fever dream and fused itself to Bradley's bag with the expectation that a 979-rated disc golfer would navigate a magical rebellion. The tag's origin story—"The Chosen One Has Arrived (And Has No Idea What He's Signed Up For)"—remains hauntingly accurate. Bradley played, shot -3, and maintained the crown in a week where no one else in MPO showed up to challenge him. No battles, no drama, just the quiet work of holding the line when the field scatters. The Pathfinder's properties—ash-grey cloak, cold-forged plates with glowing azure runes, suppressed Allomantic energy—fit this week's theme perfectly. When the Ministry forces the Arral to throw alone or in pairs, leaving coded messages in flight paths for others to find later, the Pathfinder's role as dead-drop navigator becomes critical. And now, per the plot thickens: Steel Inquisitors have been seen at Forest Ridge for the first time, their spike-eyes scanning the trees and reading the old runes. They're not just hunting the Arral—they're studying the Ridge's secrets. Something here matters to the Lord Ruler himself, and Bradley's carrying the tag that charts the routes through it all. Still lost, still leading, still the chosen one who showed up on a Tuesday.

Four Weeks Until Revolution (Attendance Permitting)

Week 6 of 10 complete—past the halfway point in this Mistborn-infected disc golf season, where every Tuesday at Forest Ridge inches closer to the finale's high-stakes exhibition on the Lord Ruler's grounds. This week's "Arral Scattered" theme delivered exactly what it promised: a field too thin to gather openly, throwing alone or in pairs while the Ministry's pressure loomed. But Week 7 arrives with "Ridge Reclaimed"—the Arral reunites in force, using the scattered weeks to recruit and refine their coded throwing system, playing a defiant round in full view of distant watchers. The narrative demands bodies. The resistance needs more than three souls threading the mist. With four weeks remaining until "Arral Ascendant" (Week 10), where the crew must encode complete escape routes in flight paths on sacred grounds while the Lord Ruler watches, every round matters. The Inquisitors are studying the Ridge's secrets now, their spike-eyes memorizing the runes carved into these trees. The mists remember. The Ridge endures. The Arral... really, genuinely needs more than three people to pull off a revolution. Show up next Tuesday. The Perfect Line won't chart itself, and Bradley Bushman can't navigate this rebellion alone forever.