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Whiteout Requiem
Rotating Denver Fun For All·Competition group A·
All-In · only the number moves
Season Arc · Rotating Denver Fun For All
5
#4Now
#4Best
#9Started
3Weeks
All-In league: Whiteout Requiem stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptWhen Visibility Dies, I Rise
TroubleMy Ego Dies at the Top
The Fog Follows My Throws
Your Confidence Is My Prey
I Laugh at Unknown Distances
From the brutal whiteout storms that sweep Colorado's highest peaks, reducing the world to nothing but swirling snow. Legends speak of climbers who hear a requiem—a final song—as the whiteout consumes them. Those who survive learn to read the wind and trust their instincts when their eyes fail them.
The whiteout is sudden, total, and disorienting. It transforms familiar terrain into an alien nightmare where up is indistinguishable from down. But within it lies opportunity—the same visibility that blinds the unprepared conceals the approach of the cunning.
A force that descends without warning, reducing confident climbers to frightened novices grasping for direction. The bearer commands the chaos that others fear.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyscribbles something on a clipboard, then holds it up
Behold, Tag Number Nine. Born in a Colorado whiteout where the sky decided to play hide-and-seek with the ground, and the ground agreed to play along. It's the sound of a wind that erases your footprints before you finish making them. Legends say it hums a requiem for climbers who get lost in the swirl—which is a poetic way of saying it's got a flair for the dramatic and zero patience for your plan. It's not malicious, just... disorienting. It'll make you second-guess the fairway you've thrown a thousand times. But here's the thing: the players who survive it don't fight the storm. They learn to feel the lines they can't see. So pick it up, if you think you can see through the flurry. It's not going anywhere. Well. It might. It's a whiteout.
adjusts headset The snow came down like the sky was deleting the course one flake at a time. Tag Nine found Phillip Tiscareno mid-round, when the wind started playing its own game — erasing fairways, then handing them back just to see if he'd flinch. He didn't. The Whiteout Requiem doesn't punish the lost; it rewards the ones who keep moving when the world goes blank.
Phillip Tiscareno opened his season with a 913-rated 56, finishing 2.7 strokes ahead of the 58.7 field average and posting a +22 over his 891 rating. That warm glow of competence earns him Tag 9 as his starting placement in Amateur D - White—a clean first foothold on the City Saddle, if not yet a summit coup. The Whiteout Requiem begins with calm visibility and a respectable number, which is apparently enough for this booth to call it an episode.
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