Forfeited after missing 3 finalized events.
Tag 14
Holder History · Poseidon's Trident
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3 wksJonathan Hayes LongestWeek 2 · Mar 20 – Apr 10
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Week 2 · Mar 19 – Mar 201 wk
Swap league: #14 keeps its number all season. Players trade tags, so its story is who carried it.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleAuto-created for Swap registration buffer
Season Story
narrated by FlippyJonathan Hayes surfaced from the murk with a +36 rating differential—862 posted against a 898 PDGA line—which lands him squarely in the "survived the arena with competence" column, even if the Baroque glitching keeps whispering that nobody's really winning anything here. A 64 score against a 59.1 field average puts him +4.9 to the right of the crowd, and he clawed his way from tag 15 to 14 in the process, joining the Hull's middle tier where the corrupted geometry is slightly less hostile. The continuity memo warned us about new avatars clipping through the Baroque woods as the code decays further—Hayes didn't clip; he navigated, which in a simulation where reality's rendering at half resolution, counts as a small victory. The simulation decrees... [static]... another avatar moves toward high definition. Baroquely. He'll need to keep that form intact when the tide turns sour next week.
gills flicker with pixel artifacts Trystan Powell arrives unrated and posts a 67 at 830 round rating—that's +7.9 to the field average and a straightforward "competence without fanfare" verdict in a 59.1-average afternoon. No PDGA rating to benchmark against, so we measure him against the crowd, and he clears it: a newcomer who doesn't embarrass himself in the arena's opening gauntlet lands in tag 14 straight out of registration, which means the simulation's rendering algorithm says "you're hull-tier, not wreckage." The Baroque decay doesn't care about your origin story; it only cares that you threw plastic at chains better than the median, and Powell did exactly that. He navigated the reef without clipping through the polygons on his first pass, which in a week where the first prong of the Trident is already claiming victims, counts as a win the arena will quietly acknowledge—then forget the moment next week's tide turns sour.