Holiday Hyzers
Dec 01 - Feb 08, 2026
Current Holder
Trenton Frey
Mistletoe Praxinoscope
Victorian Mirror of Holiday Camaraderie
Spinning Too Many Reflections
Aspects refreshed Jan 29, 2026
Born from a collaboration between the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come and a 19th-century optical physicist, the Mistletoe Praxinoscope emerged when a sprig of enchanted mistletoe fell into the spinning mirrors of an experimental animation device during the winter solstice, causing it to reflect not just images but the living essence of holiday camaraderie across all ten leagues of the Chainsmas Chronicles.
Consists of a rotating drum crafted from enchanted Victorian brass, its interior lined with thirteen mirrored segments that each reflect a different league's spiritual essence. Crowned with perpetually fresh mistletoe sprigs that pulse with golden light whenever characters from disparate Christmas stories converge in its reflections. Around its circumference, slots hold metallic film-reel ornaments that serve as the physical bag tags, each one receiving the frozen tableau projected from the spinning mirrors. When activated, emanates swirling ribbons of aurora borealis light that illuminate the exact moment of character interaction before crystallizing it onto the tag surface.
Acts as the mystical apparatus that resolves the fundamental paradox of the bag tag system—how to capture energetic, multi-character interactions in static form—by using mirror-based animation principles to make each frozen tableau pulse with the illusion of perpetual motion and emotional life.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in a collision of Victorian science and spectral holiday magic, the Mistletoe Praxinoscope was born with a singular, petty purpose: to capture fleeting moments of forced camaraderie and freeze them in brass. It spins, it judges, and it projects—not out of joy, but because it’s contractually obligated to reflect your holiday spirit, whether you have any or not. Its mirrors are polished with the frost of a thousand awkward high-fives.
Trenton Frey’s first throw of the season was a simple hyzer. But as his disc cut through the crisp winter air, the Mistletoe Praxinoscope (#81) stirred in his bag. Its thirteen mirrors spun, catching not the flight of plastic, but the flicker of his focused intent—a solitary moment of pure, unforced sport. The brass hummed, the mistletoe glowed, and onto Tag #81 crystallized a silent, perfect tableau: one man, one fairway, and the quiet joy of a throw well-made. No forced cheer, no spectral obligation. Just the game.