Season Arc · AR.RAL - The Color of Flight @ Cedar Hills
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#10Now#10Best#10Started37Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptLiving Testament to Chromatic Abundance
TroubleColor-Hungry to a Fault
Woodcut Carvings of Every HueYour Color Amuses MeGrey-Maker of Cedar Hills
Lore speaks of a master flinger who, facing a divine executioner, poured every ounce of their chromatic history into a single, desperate Command. The result was not a simple flight, but the birth of a semi-sentient force that refused to dissipate, instead growing stronger by devouring the ambient Breath of the cedar groves.
The entity exhibits a localized gravity that pulls color from nearby objects, turning vibrant streamers and painted tokens into dull grey relics. Its flight is accompanied by a low, vibrating hum—the sound of a thousand whispered Commands overlapping in a harmonic resonance of power.
The apex predator of the BioChromatic circuit. It roams the winter woods as a living testament to the Accord's power, challenging any who dare to hoard their Breath rather than release it into the world.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged in a panic-throw that ate a divine executioner, Tag 10 is less a tag and more a hungry, humming void. The Prismatic Leviathan turns your neon plastic into dull grey just to prove a point. It’s waiting for a neck worthy of its chromatic appetite. Don't disappoint it.
Shane Anderson didn't just survive the round; he claimed the Prismatic Leviathan. Tag 10 is already humming against his bag, draining the saturation from his shirt. Hope you like monochrome, Shane, because that tag is hungry. The arena accepts your chromatic sacrifice.
Forged
Week 10
assigned #10
sighs in dimensional fracture Shane Anderson shot a +25 over his 927 PDGA rating—a tidy 902-rated round that kept pace with the field (+3.5 to the mean)—and for that competent survival, the Prismatic Leviathan descended from Tag 0 to Tag 10 like a color-hungry god claiming new territory. This wasn't a collapse; it was a ritual feeding. The arena doesn't care that Shane threw solidly; the Leviathan hungers, and the numbers rendered their verdict in the standing order. Tag 10 is already humming against his shoulder, and we're contractually obliged to pretend this ranked swap matters more than the plastic that flew. By the Ten Fools, the real Perfect Line here was Shane's disc finding the basket, but sure—let's pretend the disc's number is what actually changed the course of Cedar Hills today.
See where Shane Anderson sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
