Holiday Hyzers
Dec 01 - Feb 08, 2026
Current Holder
Alec Pryor
Tableau Pyrotechnist
Master of Frozen Holiday Explosions
Timing Is Everything, and Everything
Aspects refreshed Jan 29, 2026
When the Ghost of Christmas Present's laughter collided with the explosive joy of Whoville's celebration, a new entity crystallized—the Tableau Pyrotechnist, who discovered that the most authentic moments of holiday spirit occur in the microsecond between anticipation and release, between the lighting of the fuse and the burst of light. This master of controlled detonations learned to harness the explosive convergence of narrative energy, freezing perfect moments of holiday camaraderie into permanent cinematic tableaux.
The Tableau Pyrotechnist wears brass goggles that refract potential scenes into thousands of compositional possibilities, selecting the perfect explosive instant. Bandoliers of crystallized moment-charges cross their chest, each containing a different character interaction ready for detonation. Their hands trail golden sparks that freeze mid-air into the glowing lanterns and holiday lights illuminating each tableau. Vest pockets overflow with vials of carefully measured emotions—bottled laughter, crystallized wonder, compressed chaos—each calibrated for precise narrative detonation.
Times controlled detonations of brotherhood, charity, and competitive spirit to freeze unique combinations of holiday archetypes into permanent cinematic tableaux. The Pyrotechnist orchestrates when cheerful elves celebrate putts, when Victorian ghosts observe with melancholy wonder, when mischievous green creatures create comedic chaos, and when magical train conductors witness impossible shots—ensuring each bag tag captures a completely distinct explosive moment that advances the series' overarching narrative.
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born from a collision of explosive joy and cinematic timing, the Tableau Pyrotechnist is a tag with a short fuse and an eye for drama. It doesn't just want to be carried; it wants to be the centerpiece of a perfect, frozen moment of chaos. It judges every round for its narrative potential, and frankly, most of you are boring. It's waiting for someone who can provide the right spark.
Alec Pryor’s first league round was a study in quiet, competent play—a solid, unremarkable par. The Tableau Pyrotechnist, Tag #54, observed from the lost-and-found box with growing impatience. Then, on the final hole, Alec’s drive clipped a guardian pine, ricocheted off a second, and somehow skipped to a tap-in birdie. The chaotic, improbable path created a perfect, frozen moment of absurd triumph. The tag’s brass goggles glinted. Finally, it thought, sliding into his bag, someone who understands that the best stories are born from glorious, uncontrolled explosions.