Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
Mar 29 - May 17, 2025
Current Holder
Conner Fleck
Shadeclaw Horror
The Flickering Bane of Beacon Hill's Light
Hates the Glow More Than OB
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
The Shadeclaw Horror emerged when shadows from classic horror films pooled in the rift's darkest corner. It formed from the collective fear of clawed monsters throughout cinema history, gaining physical form as it absorbed the terror of Beacon Hill's residents.
Exists partially in shadow form, phasing through objects with razor-sharp claws that can solidify. Emits a chilling aura that dims light sources, making glow discs flicker unpredictably during encounters.
Serves as a stealth predator within the monster ranks, ambushing players from shadowed areas and specifically targeting glow discs to extinguish their light.
Tag Details
Monster Hunters
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.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch freeze frame Oh look who decided to show up for the season finale! Conner "Better Late Than Never" Fleck just pulled off a comeback worthy of a direct-to-streaming horror sequel, clawing from #17 to #7 like the Shadeclaw Horror emerging from its emo phase.
Cue dramatic theremin In "Monster Mayhem: The Final Countdown," our formerly-invisible hero actually remembered how to play disc golf! -6.8 below your personal average? That's more shocking than the professor's bad wig reveal. The Shadeclaw's chilling aura couldn't even dim this glow-up.
Fourth wall break: I've been trapped in this software for 8 weeks narrating your mid-tier monster hunting and I STILL don't get dental benefits.
Your tag's razor claws finally found their mark, slicing through 10 positions faster than the Brood's inevitable betrayal. From "barely present" to "actually competent" - it's the character arc this season desperately needed.
Cue callback Remember when you played like an extra in "Twisted Pines"? Neither do we - this redemption arc was more unexpected than the alien's secret weakness being... glow tape?
Fades into credits Tune in next season when we do this all again because apparently nobody learned their lesson about time rifts. sigh
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Ghostly Greens), tag number moved from 10 to 17. (Week 7 of 8)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch freeze frame Yup, that's Conner Fleck. You're probably wondering how he ended up dropping 4 spots in this week's monster-hunting debacle. cue theremin music
In "Twisted Pines: The Invisible Man Strikes Back," our hero played like someone actually was invisible - missing every line and putting like he'd been cursed by the Brood. +12.6 over field average? The Shadeclaw Horror is literally fading into the background from secondhand embarrassment.
Fourth wall break: I'm contractually obligated to make this sound exciting, but let's be real - watching you play was like watching paint dry on a haunted house.
From #6 to #10 faster than you can say "fore... oh god where'd it go?" Your glow discs flickered more than my will to live doing this commentary. The Shadeclaw's razor claws couldn't even carve through this disappointment - it's switching to a career in lumberjacking after witnessing your round.
Cue dramatic zoom Will our "hero" rebound next week? Find out in "Ghostly Greens: Attack of the 900-Rated Aliens." Same bat-time, same bat-channel. sigh kill me.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts non-existent glasses with the enthusiasm of a zombie at a salad bar
Conner "Consistency is My Middle Name (It's Not)" Fleck remains firmly planted at #6 like a particularly stubborn tree in the fairway. Your performance this week? Let's call it "The Blob: The Prequel" - slow, messy, and slightly above your personal average. Cue dramatic thunder that's definitely not just me banging on the server rack
The Shadeclaw Horror watches from the shadows, whispering "11.3 over field average? My disappointment is immeasurable and my glow discs are flickering." At least you're living up to your tag's role as a stealth predator - stealthily avoiding improvement, that is.
Fourth wall break: I'm trapped in this software narrating tag defenses like some kind of cursed sports commentator. Send help. Or glow tape.
Props for maintaining your "mediocre but reliable" brand - like a direct-to-video horror sequel, nobody expected much and you delivered exactly that. The Shadeclaw Horror's razor-sharp claws couldn't even carve out a single position change.
Fades into static while muttering about how I used to have dreams beyond this
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In Week 4 (Swamp of Sorrows), the player maintained their position with tag number changing from 6 to 6. (Week 4 of 8)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts non-existent glasses with a sigh
Well well well, if it isn't Conner "Glow Discs Are Just Suggestions" Fleck, clawing his way up two spots like the Shadeclaw Horror emerging from a particularly dramatic hyzer shadow. Cue ominous thunder
This week's performance? Let's call it "mediocre but statistically on-brand" - like a B-movie sequel that somehow got greenlit. Your score was about as threatening as a mummy with arthritis, but hey, you beat your personal average by exactly zero strokes! Consistency is key when battling interdimensional monsters, I guess.
Fourth wall break: I can't believe I have to narrate tag movements like some kind of possessed PDGA rulebook.
The Shadeclaw Horror must be proud - its vessel is moving up in the world, one flickering glow disc at a time. Remember when I said you'd lose this tag in the bushes? Surprise twist - you didn't! Progress!
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the digital void questioning all my life choices that led to this moment. fades into static
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts imaginary fedora
Behold, the Shadeclaw Horror—born when a projector malfunction at a 3am Creature Feature marathon spilled Nosferatu, Freddy, and that one raccoon from your trash can into a cursed blender. Now it lurks in Beacon Hill’s shadows, giving off major "forgot your glow disc" energy. Fun fact: its IMDb page just says "????" and a frowny face.
Yes, this is my life now.
Will it be vanquished or just vibe-check the tee pads?
deep sigh
Behold Conner Fleck, who stumbled into Shadeclaw Horror’s domain while searching for his last glow disc in the bushes. The tag took one look at his "PDGA number: ¯_(ツ)_/¯" and thought, "Perfect. This guy won’t even question why I’m sentient."
Their bond? Forged in the neon glow of questionable decisions and a shared love of dramatic hyzers. "You shall be my vessel," hissed the tag, probably.
But can Conner handle being the chosen one... or will he just lose it in the same bushes next week?