Obsidian Thane

adjusts headset A 945 rating on a 989 PDGA—that's -44 below the card, and yet the leaderboard just handed him tag number 4, which means sometimes the vault doesn't care how badly you stumbled, it only cares that everyone else tripped harder. Rick Effin Richmond walked into Nash Community College as the throne-holder at tag 5 and walked out promoted on sheer comparative mediocrity, which is exactly the kind of hostile takeover energy this "Field Promotion" episode was designed to reward: underperform your rating by 44 points, watch the field crater worse, and suddenly the executive chair feels less wobbly. Three weeks of volatility have carved a pattern—Richmond thrives when chaos reigns and the whole vault speaks gibberish. The darkness may be his native tongue, but this week he was speaking in margin of error and relative incompetence. Tag climbs one, rating whispers -44, and the CEO gets promoted anyway because sometimes reading the room matters more than reading the greens. Loot the chains or go home empty-handed.

adjusts headset A 943 rating on a 989 PDGA—that's -46 below the card, and yet the leaderboard just handed him a +1 climb to tag number 5, which means sometimes the vault doesn't care how badly you stumbled, it only cares that everyone else tripped harder. Rick Effin Richmond walked into The Iron Hoard as the throne-holder at tag 6 and walked out promoted on sheer mediocrity, which is exactly the kind of corporate survival instinct this hostile bid environment rewards. The darkness may be his native tongue, but this week he was speaking in profit margins and quarterly hedges—underperform your rating by 46 points, watch the field crater worse, and suddenly the CEO's chair feels less wobbly. Two weeks of volatility (technicality crown, -51 crater, now a -46 limp) have carved a pattern: Richmond thrives when chaos reigns and the whole vault speaks gibberish. Tag climbs one, rating whispers -46, and the throne stays warm because apparently reading the greens matters less than reading which way the wind is blowing the rest of the field.

adjusts headset A 938 rating on a 989 PDGA—that's -51 below the card, and the leaderboard's verdict is unambiguous: Richmond walked into Lake Severance wearing the Obsidian Thane like armor and walked out as tag number 6 with his throne in splinters. Two weeks ago he rode a technicality back to the top; this week the dungeon collected its debt. The darkness may be his native tongue, but apparently the severance package includes a one-way trip to the middle bracket, which is exactly where empires crumble when the pressure's on and the performance evaporates. Tag drops five, rating cradles -51, and the CEO gets a reminder that hoarded knowledge means nothing when the greens refuse to cooperate—survival of the fittest, or at least the ones who can read the wind.

adjusts headset A 971 rating on a 989 PDGA—that's -18 below the card, and yet the leaderboard just handed him tag number 1 anyway, which means sometimes the vault doesn't reward the prettiest scorecard, it rewards the one that moves pieces. Rick Effin Richmond walked into The Halfway Point as tag number 6 and walked out reclaiming the Obsidian Thane with a +5 position swing, which tells you everything about the field's volatility and nothing about his mastery of anything. Two weeks ago he was gasping for air at a 936; last week he was back on the throne at 1023; this week he underperformed his rating by eighteen points but somehow everyone else did worse. The darkness may be his native tongue, but apparently this week the whole vault was speaking gibberish. Tag climbs five, rating whispers -18, and the CEO gets his crown back on a technicality—which is exactly how empires crumble the moment the pressure returns. Loot the chains or go home empty-handed.

adjusts headset A 936 rating on a 984 PDGA—that's -48 below the card, and the leaderboard's verdict is cold. Rick Effin Richmond walked into Woods Ambush wearing the Obsidian Thane like armor, tag number 1, and walked out as number 6 with his hostile takeover stalled in the rough. Three weeks ago he was reclaiming the throne; this week the vault decided it had different plans. One solid performance doesn't build empires—one crater erases the narrative, and the market corrects. The darkness may be his native tongue, but apparently the greens at Nash Community College speak a dialect he hasn't mastered. Tag drops five, rating drops forty-eight, and the CEO gets a reminder that even hoarded knowledge expires when the pressure's on. Survival of the fittest, or at least the ones who can read the wind.

adjusts headset A 1023 rating on a 984 PDGA—that's +39 over card, and the market's correction from last week just reversed itself. Rick Effin Richmond walked into the Quarterly Culling as tag number 2 and walked out as the Obsidian Thane again, which means the vault spat him back out with his crown polished. Three weeks in, he's learned to read this particular dungeon's geometry; the hostile takeover is back on schedule. The Syndicate doesn't tolerate sustained mediocrity, and neither do leaderboards—one clean performance and the throne remembers who built it. Loot the chains or go home empty-handed.

Rick Effin Richmond just posted a 963 rating on a 984 PDGA—that's a -21 crater below his card, and the leaderboard has thoughts. The Obsidian Thane went from hostile takeover kingpin to tag number 2, a throne-to-bench demotion that would make any CEO sweat through their armor. Three strokes above field average isn't salvation when you've spent the week playing CEO; it's just the market correcting for overconfidence. adjusts headset The restructuring is real, the vault's rough swallowed him whole, and the Syndicate doesn't tolerate missed targets. Welcome to Ridge Takeover, where even the executives get a reminder: the hoard doesn't care about last week's press release.

adjusts headset The Opening Bell rang, and Rick Effin Richmond didn't just show up; he acquired the company. Moving from an arbitrary signup slot to the absolute top of The Board, he posted a round rating that suggests he’s been auditing this course for years. He is now the Obsidian Thane, Ruler of Lost Things—mostly, the competition’s dignity. looks at camera It’s a textbook hostile takeover, really. He played his personal average, which, frankly, is terrifyingly consistent. The Syndicate is pleased; I am just tired.