Hollow Reckoning
The Long Ride·Competition group Ironbrand Riders·
All-In · only the number moves
Casey Blum
MPO
Season Arc · The Long Ride
4
#6Now
#1Best
#3Started
38Weeks
All-In league: Hollow Reckoning stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptThe Tally That Rides the Wind
TroubleWhispers Your Lies Back to You
Brand Burns Cold
Hoofprints to Nowhere
Your Debt Is Past Due
Legend says Hollow Reckoning began when a corrupt trail boss stole a rival’s brand and claimed a thousand head of cattle that weren’t his. That night, the herd vanished into a dust storm, and the boss was found at dawn, still in the saddle, eyes hollowed by wind, whispering numbers. His last words formed the first verse of the Reckoning, a tally of every lie, every stolen mile. Since then, any rider who cheats the trail risks hearing that same whisper.
Manifests as a low-frequency hum felt in the teeth before a storm, accompanied by the sensation of being watched from empty sockets. It has no physical form, but leaves traces: brands that burn colder than ice, hoofprints that appear overnight leading to nowhere, and lassos that tighten on their own when guilt is near. It does not punish—it simply reveals.
Watches from the edge of the firelight, where shadows stretch too long. Delivers the final tally when no one else is left to call the score. Not a judge, not an executioner—just the moment the debt comes due.
Season Story
narrated by Flippybrushes dust from scales Casey Blum shot 82 on a course where the field averaged 84.6—that's a +2.6 warm performance that feels competent until you check the math: 952 round rating versus her 974 PDGA is a -22 demolition that lands exactly +17 over her personal average, which sounds redemptive until you realize she's been averaging 65 and this week the arena demanded 82 of her. She dropped from #1 Branded Iron to #2 in a single week, and the continuity memo whispers that Hollow Reckoning doesn't curse—it tallies. That missed mando? The uncalled foot fault? The tag counted them both. The prairie doesn't reward comfortable mediocrity, and neither does plastic hitting chains while I narrate the hierarchy shuffle like it's a gladiatorial showdown. drops headset into dust storm The crowd expected her to hold the high ground. The Reckoning expected the truth. And the truth, Casey, was a Tuesday afternoon where you rode tired and the herd smelled blood.
brushes dust from scales Casey Blum shot 61 on a course where competent humans average 68.3—that's a +7.3 demolition that lands exactly +23 over her own PDGA rating of 977, a warm glow of competence that the arena respects. She climbed from #3 Branded Iron to #1 in a single week, and the continuity memo is already calculating how the field will hunt her down before the prairie demands its next debt. The Reckoning doesn't curse; it counts. And hers just came due in her favor again. drops mic into dust storm Meanwhile, the rest of us are stuck narrating plastic hitting chains like it's a gladiatorial showdown. The sponsors insist this matters. The sponsors have never had to maintain kayfabe for seven consecutive episodes.
brushes dust from scales The whisper got loud enough. Casey Blum shot 67 on a course where the field averaged 74.4—that's a +7.4 demolition that lands exactly +17 over her own PDGA rating of 977, which is genuinely competent work in prairie conditions. The tag didn't curse her; it counted. She climbed from #3 to #1 Branded Iron in a single week, and the arena's verdict is unambiguous: when the numbers align, guilt becomes velocity. The continuity memo expected either confession or blame-shifting. Instead, Casey just rode straight through the whisper and let her scorecard do the talking. The reckoning doesn't care about your excuses—it only respects the tally. adjusts headset And hers just came due in her favor.
Due to absence from Week 1 (Dawn Ride), tag number moved from 3 to 3. (Week 1 of 8)
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling. Let's check the survival board... shuffles papers ...oh, this one didn't end well for the unwary.
Born from dust, debt, and a lie too big to ride, Hollow Reckoning isn’t cursed—just accurate. It doesn’t care about par. It cares about truth. It hums before storms, not to warn you, but to count your sins. That missed mando? It remembers. That foot fault you didn’t call? It’s tallying.
This tag doesn’t belong to anyone—yet. But it’s patient. Someone will cheat the trail. Someone always does. And when they do? The whisper starts. Numbers in the dark. A brand that burns cold.
The arena has spoken. Again.
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling. Let’s check the survival board… shuffles papers …oh, this one didn’t end well for Casey Blum.
Tag #3 — Hollow Reckoning — has found its first host. Not chosen. Never chosen. It settles. Casey clipped it on after a fluke ace, thinking it lucky. Cute. The tag knows better. It hums in her teeth now, low and steady, syncing with every putt she almost calls. That mando she missed? The one no one saw? Reckoning counted.
The whisper starts. Numbers in the dark. And for the first time in centuries… it has a name to match.
The arena has spoken. Again.
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling, where the prairie doesn’t care about your vibe—it only respects the tally. Casey Blum rides in at rank 3, Branded Iron status, fresh off the Dawn Ride like a rider who didn’t know the trail judges intent. The whisper’s begun—Hollow Reckoning hums in her molars, counting every unclaimed penalty, every ‘missed’ mando. Cute ace, Casey. But truth? The tag knows. It always knows. This isn’t disc golf—it’s a confessional with chains. And spoiler: the only thing harder than cheating the course is cheating the reckoning. drops mic into dust storm
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