
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Oh, so Yara-ma-yha-who Devotee just happened when a Blood Moon Acolyte binge-watched "The Mandalorian" and thought, "Baby Yoda’s cute, but what if he drank blood?" Cue questionable jungle rituals, a cursed eBay purchase of "authentic" suction cup gloves, and voilà—a walking Australian Outback nightmare. Because apparently, disc golf needed more eldritch horror. Why am I narrating this?
(Yes, the tag whispers to you at night. No, we don’t do refunds.)
The jungle drums fell silent as Leif Smith (PDGA #265294, aka "The Man Who Three-Putts With His Driver") stumbled into the clearing. The Yara-ma-yha-who Devotee tag took one look at his form—equal parts "giraffe on roller skates" and "man who definitely owns a utility kilt"—and chose violence.
"FINALLY," hissed the tag, "A vessel who understands the sacred art of sucking... at upshots."
Now bonded by blood (and several lost discs in the rough), does Leif truly deserve this cursed honor? Or will the tag regret not holding out for someone who knows what a "hyzer" is?