Season Arc · Flexing on Farm Fridays (Farmington Park DGC)
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#12Now#12Best#12Started41Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptGranite-Scaled Anchor of the High Peaks
TroubleToo Heavy for Quick Maneuvers
Shadow Over MeadowsElder Than the RidgesYour Gravity Means Nothing Here
The Hegemon was not born of any egg, but was instead forged in the crushing darkness miles beneath the Farmington ridges. As the mountains were thrust upward by the earth's restless energy, this entity rose with them, its scales absorbing the mineral wealth and the cold, unyielding spirit of the deep granite.
The entity possesses a density that defies natural law, making it an anchor against the most violent mountain storms. It radiates a field of gravitational stability, allowing its partner to stand firm on treacherous scree slopes where others would lose their footing and fall to the abyss.
Living manifestation of the mountain’s unshakeable foundation. This entity commands the respect of all who tread the high ridges and bears witness to the sacred oaths sworn between dragons and their keepers.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged in the deep dark, the Batholith Hegemon rose with the mountains. It didn't ask for this. It was content being dense, unyielding granite. Now it's a piece of plastic with a number, forced to judge your pathetic attempts at "golf." It will grant you stability on the slopes, but it will judge every shank with the cold, silent contempt of the ancient earth.
Edward White, scrambling for footing on a loose shale slope, felt the ground shift. His hand closed around a cold, impossibly dense piece of plastic wedged in the rock. Tag #12. The Batholith Hegemon. The mountain's contempt for gravity now had a number, and Edward had just become its first vector. The slope, suddenly, felt very stable beneath his feet.
Forged
Week 1
assigned #12
adjusts headset, glances at deeply unimpressed granite dragon perched on commentary desk
Welcome back to The Culling, where week one is less "championship moment" and more "lottery ticket meets reality." Edward White arrived at the Farmington Aerie as signup position #12—a meaningless number the algorithm assigned like a lottery ticket. The mountain had other plans.
Today, the Batholith Hegemon rendered its judgment. Edward shot 64—a hair above the field average. Not disastrous. Not legendary. Just... present. The round rating ticked up to 880, suggesting he showed up and threw plastic at chains with reasonable competence. The ancient granite anchor in his bag—forged in crushing darkness, older than the ridges themselves—silently assessed his fairway choices and found them... adequate.
checks survival board
He's now ranked 12th. Same number. Full circle. Except this time it's earned. The arena has spoken: "You'll do. For now."
The Hegemon doesn't celebrate. It doesn't judge quickly. It just stands there, dense and immovable, radiating contempt for gravity and poor disc selections alike. Edward's stability on the slopes is guaranteed. His scorecard's ascent? Still pending.
Season 1, Week 1: The gauntlet claims its first verdict. The mountain is watching.
See where Edward White sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
