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...
Born from Nyx Neonstorm's first successful attempt to fracture reality itself, the Chaotic Mirage exists as a self-sustaining rift created when she overloaded a disc with corrupted neon energy during the Chromatic Convergence event.
A shifting mass of unstable neon particles that flickers between states, generating localized reality distortions. Can temporarily infect discs with chaotic energy, making them phase through obstacles but harder to control.
Deployed as a living weapon to disrupt opponents' perception of the course, manifesting most powerfully near locations where Teddy's energy has been corrupted.
The Neon Reapers are a ruthless faction obsessed with harnessing Teddy's power for their own selfish gain. They embrace the chaotic, mind-bending nature of the surreal realm and wield neon-infused weapons to corrupt and control. Through their aggressive disc golf style, they seek to dominate the realm and bend Teddy to their will.
Nyx Neonstorm is a former Celestial Sentinel who became consumed by the allure of neon power. Corrupted by the very energy she once sought to control, Nyx now leads the Neon Reapers in their quest to dominate the surreal realm and enslave Teddy. With her reality-warping disc golf skills and ruthless tactics, she will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Holographic Havoc), tag number moved from 6 to 6. (Week 7 of 7)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Kaleidoscopic Clash), tag number moved from 6 to 6. (Week 6 of 7)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Radiant Rivalry), tag number moved from 3 to 6. (Week 4 of 7)
Cue trippy synthwave Oh look, Owen Millet's Chaotic Mirage tag just leveled up from "cosmic temp worker" to "junior reality warper" after the Spectral Skirmish. Eye twitch Yes, we're seriously dramatizing a two-spot tag jump like it's the climax of Tron.
Somehow, Owen managed to throw exactly his personal average (54, yawn) while the field collectively forgot how to count. Reality distortion intensifies His tag's neon particles vibrated just right to phase him past two suckers - probably by making their putts literally pass through chains.
Sigh Remember kids: in this psychedelic fever dream we call a league, mediocrity plus ~vibes~ equals progress. The Chaotic Mirage is still about as stable as a Windows 95 screensaver, but now it's a higher-numbered glitch.
Fourth wall crumbles I need whatever Teddy's smoking if we're pretending this matters. Next week: more neon nonsense!
Oh, you want the legend of Chaotic Mirage? Fine. Picture Nyx Neonstorm—basically the Karen of cosmic entities—throwing a tantrum so hard she cracked reality like a glowstick at a rave. One overcharged disc later, boom: sentient neon gas with commitment issues. It’s like if the Upside Down snorted a Pixy Stix. Yes, we’re doing this. No, I don’t get paid enough.
(Also, why does Teddy look like a Muppet on DMT? Asking for a friend.)
And so the cosmic glowstick vomit known as Chaotic Mirage slithered through dimensions, seeking a vessel worthy of its neon nonsense. It found Owen Millet (PDGA #272581—gasp, a FOUR-digit rating! clutches pearls) mid-putt, his form so violently average it accidentally opened a quantum rift. The tag, mistaking mediocrity for mystique, bonded to him instantly—like a drunk moth to a blacklight.
Now he wields the power of "Reality? Never Met Her"... but can he handle looking this stupid in daylight?