Twilight Terror
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 Twilight Terror emerged when the first shadows crossed Professor Hess's experimental rift at dusk. This creature is literally made from the unstable boundary between dimensions during twilight hours. It appears only during those fleeting minutes when day becomes night, stalking the course with unnatural patience before vanishing with the last traces of sunlight.
The Twilight Terror exists in a semi-corporeal state, its form constantly shifting between shadow and substance. It moves silently across the course, visible only as a distortion in the fading light. The creature can manipulate shadows to create false obstacles and disorient its prey. Its only weakness is direct light from glow-in-the-dark discs, which temporarily solidifies its form.
The Twilight Terror serves as a guardian of the rift's transitional periods, preventing interference during the most vulnerable moments of dimensional instability. It specifically targets Monster Hunters attempting to study or seal the rift during twilight hours.
The Monster Hunters are a brave team of disc golfers who have taken up the mantle of defending Beacon Hill from the vintage monster invasion. Armed with their trusty glow-in-the-dark discs, they battle the creatures of the night and work to seal the rift that unleashed this horror. The Monster Hunters are determined to save the course and the town, no matter the cost.
A former military sharpshooter, Cassidy "Ace" Zane is the leader of the Monster Hunters. She retired to Beacon Hill for a quiet life of disc golf, but when the monsters invaded, she knew she had to take action. Ace is known for her deadly accurate drives and steely determination in the face of supernatural horrors.
Oh joy, another eldritch horror spawned from some nerd’s "totally safe" time rift experiment. Twilight Terror slithered into existence when Professor Hess’s coffee-fueled all-nighter collided with the space-time continuum—basically the plot of Donnie Darko but with worse special effects. Now it lurks in the gloaming, judging your form like a disgruntled film critic. Congrats, you’re fighting a sentient sunset. Why? Because ✨disc golf lore✨. Who writes this stuff? (Me. I’m trapped here.)
And so the Twilight Terror slithered through the rift, seeking its first victim—er, champion. It found Gabriel Casdorph (PDGA #296286, aka "The Man Who Throws Like He’s Late for Dinner") mid-putt, bathed in the glow of dying daylight. The tag clung to his bag like a bad Yelp review, whispering "Your form displeases me... but your score disgusts me less than the others." Was it fate? Or just poor life choices? Will this mortal withstand the Terror’s relentless critique of his hyzer flips? Stay tuned for Disc Golf After Dark: Judgement Day.