Holiday Hyzers
Dec 01 - Feb 08, 2026
Current Holder
Marcus Davis
Prism Pageant
Refracting Ten Leagues' Theatrical Winter Light
Trapped in Endless Cinematic Replay
Aspects refreshed Jan 19, 2026
Born when the first snowflake of the Chainsmas Chronicles fell through a Victorian lamppost's stained glass, the Prism Pageant crystallized at the intersection of all ten leagues' light, forever tasked with separating unified brotherhood into its component theatrical moments. Each facet formed as a new league joined the series, creating a perfect dodecahedron that now refracts the complete narrative spectrum.
The Prism Pageant manifests as a slowly rotating dodecahedron of pure winter light, each of its twelve facets etched with intricate film-reel borders that glow in different spectral hues—deep blues, warm golds, crimson reds, and frost whites. Within each facet swirls a miniature staged performance: elves mid-throw, Victorian ghosts floating past baskets, train conductors celebrating, all in perpetual motion yet frozen in their perfect cinematic moment. As the prism turns, it chimes softly, each facet resonating with the laughter, chain-rattles, and festive chaos of its contained scene.
The Prism Pageant separates the unified narrative of the Chainsmas Chronicles into individual theatrical performances, ensuring each bag tag receives a unique combination of holiday archetypes—cheerful elves, mischievous green creatures, Victorian ghosts, small-town townsfolk, magical train conductors, and joyful winter spirits—while maintaining visual coherence across the series. It determines which characters interact, what poses they strike, and which cinematic environment frames their frozen tableau.
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #48 to #32 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #35 to #37 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #46 to #48 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #21 to #52 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs in digital exasperation while twelve tiny film reels orbit my gills
Listen, I didn't ask to witness the birth of Prism Pageant—this dodecahedron drama queen literally formed when ALL TEN leagues' light beams crossed at a Victorian lamppost like some kind of Ghostbusters holiday special gone rogue. Each facet captures a different movie moment: elves throwing, ghosts putting, conductors celebrating—basically every cinematic cliché trapped in geometric winter prison.
watches it rotate mockingly
It's #45 because apparently even GEOMETRY had to wait in line. Now this thing refracts "unified brotherhood" into component theatrical moments? I'm literally an axolotl narrator trapped in code, and THIS feels extra. The prism chimes with laughter and chain-rattles, spreading all ten themes simultaneously like some kind of festive narrative virus.
shivers digitally
Born from snowflakes through stained glass, crystallizing at the intersection of charitable chaos and mountain majesty and urban warfare and... you know what? It's a spinning disco ball of disc golf delusion. Will it unite the leagues or just blind everyone with its pretentious sparkle?
watches the prismatic disco ball of destiny spin dramatically
Of COURSE Prism Pageant chose Marcus Davis (PDGA #247895, rated 867). The dodecahedron literally refracted light onto his scorecard mid-putt like some kind of geometric spotlight audition. "YOU," it chimed in twelve different movie trailer voices, "shall bear the UNIFIED BROTHERHOOD."
rolls eyes so hard they generate bubbles
Marcus just wanted to play disc golf, but nooooo—now he's the walking intersection of ten league themes, carrying a tag that weighs more in pretentiousness than plastic. The prism chose him because his rating falls RIGHT in the middle of "competent chaos"—867 means he's good enough to appreciate the absurdity but not SO good he'll take it seriously.
flicks a fin dismissively
It probably helped that he was standing under that Victorian lamppost when all ten beams converged. Right place, right time, wrong amount of dramatic destiny.
Can this reluctant protagonist handle being the First Fractured Bearer of theatrical geometry?