Blinding Autzen
Season Arc · Monday @ Oregon Disc Golf Course at Alton Baker
4All-In league: Blinding Autzen stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleCondensed from the stadium floodlights that turn night into day, born when the roar of the crowd became so loud it shattered the darkness. It is the solidified essence of the big stage, a piece of the atmosphere that refuses to dim.
Emits a constant, piercing white light that obscures the features of the holder, rendering them a silhouette against the brilliance. It hums with the static of a thousand amplified voices, hot to the touch like a bulb that's been on too long.
The unyielding spotlight that turns every movement into a spectacle, stripping away shadows to leave only raw performance.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyD.J. Hanks posted an 890, exactly -28 below his 918 rating, with a 59 that ran 2.3 strokes worse than the field average and 4.0 above his personal average. Somehow, the Midseason Showdown still moved the Blinding Autzen from #8 to #4, a four-position leap powered less by brilliance than by the weekly ritual of tag swapping. The spotlight flickers, but the badge climbs.
D.J. Hanks turned in a 925, a tidy +7 over his 918 rating — the radiance of a well-maintained nightlight, not a stadium floodlight. The Blinding Autzen still hums, but it slipped from #1 to #2, because the universe insists on reshuffling shiny plastic every week. Somewhere in the booth, we applaud the consistency and mourn the drama.
D.J. Hanks posted a 925 round, +7 over his 918 rating — exactly the kind of competent, business-like debut that keeps a season on schedule without igniting the scoreboard. He collected his first tag with the fanfare of someone finding a quarter under the couch. The booth would call this a meaningful step in the great tag-swapping liturgy, but we all know it's just plastic numbers in a bag. At least no one got blinded this week — the Blinding Autzen's glare is apparently on vacation.
Born when the roar shattered the night, Blinding Autzen is literally solidified hype. It hums with static and burns like a bulb left on too long. This #1 doesn’t just sit in your bag; it obliterates your face with piercing light, turning the holder into a silhouette. It demands attention, or maybe just some shade.