Season Arc · Flexing on Farm Fridays (Farmington Park DGC)
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#30Now#30Best#30Started37Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptGranite-Souled Executioner of the High Peaks
TroublePatience as Slow as Avalanche
Wings Grind Tectonic PlatesYour Defeats Amuse MeSurvival Is My Native Tongue
Legend tells of a ridge dragon that refused to leave its frozen basin when the first great frost descended, instead choosing to merge its essence with the jagged granite and eternal ice. Over generations, the Ridgeline Covenant’s master keepers performed structured rituals upon its stone-like hide, transforming a primordial beast into the Aerie's most feared executioner of failed ambitions. It has survived centuries of mountain shifts, its patience as enduring as the rock from which it was born.
The creature's hide consists of razor-sharp slate and layers of permafrost that vibrate with a low-frequency hum capable of shattering bone. When it takes to the sky, the sound is not a flap of wings but the grinding of tectonic plates, and its breath releases a trail of iridescent, suffocating fog that lingers in the high passes for days. Its claws are tipped with diamond-hard quartz, capable of scoring deep marks into the very summit of the peaks it protects.
Executioner of the high peaks; it delivers the final verdict to those whose bonds crumble under the weight of the Covenant's traditions. It maintains the sanctity of the high-altitude proving grounds by eliminating those who lack the discipline to survive the mountain's harshest trials, ensuring that only the most resilient pairings ascend to the Hall of Scales.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Born when a ridge dragon merged with eternal ice, Cirque Carnifex is an executioner of bad angles. Crafted from razor-sharp slate, it vibrates with tectonic disdain every time you shank a drive. It doesn't want to be on your bag; it wants to freeze your rating. Survive the round, or this frost-beast claims your ranking like it claimed that basin.
Ben Thompson clipped #30 to his bag, expecting a souvenir. Cirque Carnifex had other plans. One shanked hyzer later, the tectonic hum started vibrating against his hip. This isn’t just a tag; it’s a frozen judgment on your form. Keep those angles sharp, Ben, or the ice claims your rating.
Forged
Week 4
assigned #30
adjusts headset with the tired sigh of someone who's seen this before Ben Thompson clipped Cirque Carnifex to his bag expecting a souvenir; the frost-beast had other plans. A 79 on a course where the arena averaged 63.8 isn't just underperformance—it's a +15.2 defeat margin that sent him from untagged straight to #30, a fall that would make even a ridge dragon wince. The tectonic judgment was swift: one shanked hyzer later, the ice claimed his ranking like it promised in the stone-bound prophecy. Ben, Cirque Carnifex doesn't want to be on your bag; it wants to freeze your rating, and congratulations—after one week of Peak Bonding trials, your form and this granite executioner have already reached an understanding. The sponsors want me to tell you this is part of the journey. The arena knows better.
See where Ben Thompson sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
