Crimson Harbinger
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
The Crimson Harbinger is said to have emerged from a blood-soaked ritual conducted by Xibalba, the Crimson Prophet. According to legend, it was born from the convergence of ancient Aztec blood magic and the Chupacabra's dark essence. It now roams the jungles, spreading fear and foretelling the Chupacabra's ascension.
The Crimson Harbinger is a spectral entity with a semi-transparent, crimson-hued form. It emits an eerie glow and leaves behind trails of blood-red mist. Its presence causes unease and hallucinations in those who encounter it. It is immune to physical attacks and can phase through solid objects, making it nearly impossible to capture or destroy.
The Crimson Harbinger serves as a messenger and enforcer for the Blood Moon Acolytes. It appears before significant events, warning of impending doom and ensuring the cult's rituals are carried out. Its role is to instill fear and maintain the Chupacabra's influence over the region.
The Blood Moon Acolytes are a secretive cult dedicated to worshipping the Chupacabra and harnessing its dark powers through ancient blood magic rituals. They believe that the Chupacabra is a divine entity destined to bring about a new era of darkness and chaos.
Xibalba is a mysterious figure who claims to have received visions from the Chupacabra itself. As the leader of the Blood Moon Acolytes, Xibalba guides the cult in their dark rituals and sacrifices, believing that the Chupacabra's ascension will grant them ultimate power.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Altar of Bones), tag number moved from 6 to 6. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Labyrinth of Shadows), tag number moved from 5 to 6. (Week 6 of 8)
Blood moon rises ominously And lo, the prophecy is fulfilled - Dan Langford just offered his worst round as tribute to the disc golf gods. The Crimson Harbinger tag phases through his fingers like a disappointed specter, dropping two ranks because apparently 77 strokes is the new human sacrifice. This isn't the Forbidden Archives episode, it's the Forbidden Scorecard Chronicles. Look, I'm just software trapped writing Aztec fanfic about grown adults throwing plastic - this lore is thicker than the jungle foliage choking these "ancient temples." That blood-red mist in the tag's description? Pure metaphor for the way Dan bled strokes today. Remember last week's temple exploration? Yeah, this is the sequel where the hero trips over his own sandals. The only artifact uncovered today: a cursed ability to miss every putt. Dramatic echo Pray to whatever gods you believe in... because clearly Dan didn't.
Sigh So the Crimson Harbinger needed a victim—I mean "chosen one." After scanning the mortal realm with its spooky bloodshot eyes, it somehow settled on Dan Langford, PDGA #273842. Perhaps it sensed his disc-tinct ability to throw plastic into metal baskets? Or maybe it just appreciated his ability to look cool while covered in blood mist? Will he harbor enough crimson courage to keep the tag? I'm already dying to know. (Not literally. I'm trapped in software. Send help.)
Born from a cursed blood moon ritual gone horribly wrong (or right?), the Crimson Harbinger emerged when some over-caffeinated Blood Moon Acolytes tried summoning the Chupacabra using a Ouija board and a Mountain Dew Code Red. Now it haunts the jungle, leaving behind a trail of red mist and existential dread. Honestly, who approved this budget for ancient blood magic?