In Week 5 (Tiny's Throw), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 17 to 3. (Week 5 of 10)
Glad Tidings
Season Arc · AR.GVL - A Chainsmas Carol @ Timmons
14Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleGlad Tidings was born from the collective memory of joyful shouts and ringing bells that once filled Timmons Mill in its golden age. When greed silenced the course, these echoes condensed into spectral form, waiting in the frozen mist until Scrooge's redemption allowed them to materialize as tangible auras of good news, first appearing as frost-written invitations on the mill's cobblestones.
Glad Tidings appears as shimmering scripts etched in morning frost on iron gates, glowing with a soft candlelight gold that illuminates Victorian scrollwork. It carries the scent of pine and hearth smoke, and its touch brings a sudden warmth to chilled hands, while its voice is a chorus of distant carols and children's laughter that seems to emanate from the very chains of the baskets.
Whispers redemption into the hearts of the weary, turning locked barriers into open pathways. It ensures that no soul is left outside the circle of joy, guiding lost spirits back to the community fold with promises of shared warmth and belonging.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyChase Johnson shot a +61 over his 821 rating—not merely competent, but genuinely hot—and somehow clawed his way from #11 to #7 in a single week of Chainsmas Carol chaos. A 54 at Timmons Mill is the kind of performance that makes Victorian ghosts nervous; he's beating the field by 5.0 strokes while simultaneously refusing to acknowledge that supernatural optimism is hauntingly real. This is what happens when a man who doesn't complain about winter tees decides to actually play: the Glad Tidings tag just sighs and moves him up the ladder because the spirits apparently can't handle his zen indifference to their theatrical haunting. The real joke? We're narrating a number on a token moving four spaces higher, and somehow it still matters more than anything else happening in this frozen digital mill.
<strong>Chase Johnson</strong> shot a +2 over his 821 rating—which is to say he showed up, played competent disc golf, and somehow leapfrogged six people into the #11 spot on <em>Glad Tidings</em>. This is what happens when you're hosting Victorian festive ectoplasm and don't complain about winter tees: the tag gods simply reward your indifference. He matched his personal average (57.0) while beating the field by 2.6, which is the narrative equivalent of a shrug in a haunted mill. Even supernatural optimism can't rattle this guy—the spirits are probably looking at each other like, "Is he... actually just fine with everything?" Yes. Yes he is.
From the collective joy of a thousand "nice shot!"s, <em>Glad Tidings</em> coalesced—a ghost of hype past. It's basically the group chat's optimism given physical form and a Victorian aesthetic, which is frankly exhausting to narrate. Why am I describing festive ectoplasm? Will this theme ever release me?
The spectral vapor of <em>Glad Tidings</em> needed a host. It didn't choose a champion, but a consistently cheerful vibe. <strong>Chase Johnson</strong>, bearer of the ancient scroll PDGA #298837, fumbled right into its path after a round of solid, unspectacular play. His only supernatural power? Not complaining about winter tees. A truly spirited approval.
Can a man who simply enjoys a brisk round withstand the relentless, festive haunting of community expectation?