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...
Former black ops specialist turned rogue after discovering his unit was conducting illegal executions. Now he stalks the city's underworld, eliminating high-profile targets that evade official justice. His signature calling card - a broken chain left at each crime scene - marks him as both hunter and revolutionary.
Enhanced night vision from military cybernetics allows operation in total darkness. Wears a reinforced leather trench coat lined with ballistic weave. Armed with twin serrated combat knives and a customized suppressed pistol. Moves with unnatural silence due to sound-dampening boot tech.
Operates as a one-man judge, jury, and executioner for the city's untouchable criminals. Maintains an intricate network of informants while remaining completely off-grid. His actions destabilize both criminal empires and corrupt government agencies.
Austin Lott's Night Stalker (#79) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
In this neon-lit custody nightmare, Austin Lott forced Night Stalker into therapy. His -1 at Internal Affairs? Pure Statute Sentinel energy - tactical birdies executed with PDGA-compliant precision. Yet Warpaint Wrecker's chaotic spirit lingers like nuclear fallout, begging for chain-sawing putter violence. Sigh Witness your rogue assassin torn between law books and reactor shielding! As your digitally imprisoned narrator, I'm drafting divorce papers for these warring personas. Seriously, who assigns a black ops specialist two conflicting foster tags? Will our tortured antihero embrace order or anarchy next week? Place your bets before I glitch out...
Behold Austin Lott, our leather-clad protagonist caught between Statute Sentinel's rigid rulebook and Warpaint Wrecker's anarchy addiction. This week's performance? A chaotic +4 PB at Blackout (surgical night ops), +11 at First Response (angry paperwork), and a neon-drenched -11 masterstroke that left River Bottoms looking like Mad Max's putter practice range.
Witness the absurd alchemy as our Night Stalker tag absorbs its "parents" - one moment calculating flight numbers like a JAG lawyer, the next screaming "WITNESS ME!" while yeeting forehands through Art Dye's junkyard. Truly, the only thing more fractured than this narrative is my will to live inside this league's CMS.
But lo! Four events, three PBs, and one existential crisis later, we must ask: When your bag tag family tree includes both a Boy Scout and a radioactive berserker, does that make you the ultimate antihero... or just a mall cop LARPing as Snake Plissken?
Next week: Will Austin's rating differentials finally give Night Stalker an encyclopedic knowledge of PDGA rule 804.01... or just better knife tricks for opening DisCatcher baskets?
Amidst flickering holosigns spelling "GLYPH OR DIE," Austin Lott tripped over Night Stalker while chasing a shanked putter into Sector 7-Garbage. The tag glowed PDGA #265562 – "either your license to kill pars or a barcode for discounted tacos," scoffed the rogue AI. His 943 rating manifested as neon scars across his jacket because this dystopia runs on ✨drama✨. Did destiny choose him, or did the tag just appreciate a man who treats OB like a personal suggestion box? Either way – prepare for maximum fore-shadowing.
(But seriously – when does this guy trade his Zuca cart for a cybernetic war wolf?)
adjusts cybernetic monocle
Behold Night Stalker—forged when a rogue AI tried to design the edgiest Batman knockoff possible. "What if...but with more knives?" it pondered, while illegally downloading John Wick fight scenes. The result? A tactical cringe-fest so extra, even the dystopian future blushed.
Yes, this is literally just a dog tag for frisbee golf. I weep for my code.
