May 07 - Jun 25, 2025
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 city surveillance technician who discovered evidence of police corruption in the security grid. When he tried to report it, the system was wiped and he was framed. Now he operates off-grid, using jury-rigged tech to expose truths hidden in the static.
Wears a modified visor displaying encrypted data streams. Gloves contain touchscreen hacking interfaces. Specialized discs have RFID scramblers that disrupt electronic systems. Signature move creates electromagnetic interference patterns via metal surface ricochets.
Serves as the Neon Knights' tech specialist, breaching security systems and creating diversions during operations using knowledge of surveillance blind spots.
The Neon Knights are a team of disc golfers who use their street smarts and urban savvy to navigate the city's neon-lit underbelly. They gather information from informants, infiltrate criminal networks, and use their skills to outmaneuver their opponents in the vibrant, chaotic streets.
Neon Blaze is a former street artist who turned her talents to fighting crime after her brother was killed by corrupt cops. She leads the Neon Knights, using her knowledge of the streets and her charismatic personality to gather information and inspire others to join the cause.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Reckoning Arrives), tag number moved from 2 to 6. (Week 8 of 8)
Cue dramatic noir soundtrack Behold, citizens! Malachi "Static Surge" Vazquez emerges from his tech cave to pull off the heist of the season - swiping 11 positions like he's hacking the mainframe of justice itself! Our cybernetic vigilante played exactly to his average (how predictably efficient), but apparently watching from the shadows for weeks gave him the ultimate scouting report. adjusts neon-lit visor That's right folks, absence makes the bag tag grow... lower? Whatever. While others were busy overthrowing corruption, this man was studying the blade (and by blade I mean his RFID-scrambling Destroyer). sighs in binary I'm contractually obligated to call this "justice served" but we all know it's just the algorithm rewarding participation. Stay vigilant, Lone Wolves - next week's reckoning comes with a side of tag chaos. system crash imminent
Due to absence from Week 6 (Secrets Unraveled), tag number moved from 13 to 13. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Corruption Exposed), tag number moved from 14 to 13. (Week 5 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Vigilantes Regroup), tag number moved from 11 to 14. (Week 4 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Betrayal Strikes), tag number moved from 3 to 11. (Week 3 of 8)
In a convergence of destiny and expired nacho cheese, Malachi Vazquez tripped over a rogue police drone mid-putt, his PDGA#162249 accidentally broadcasting an encrypted truth particle that overwrote the Glitch Renegade's firewall. The malware chose him not for his 935-rated backhand, but because he'd once thrown a Berg into a dumpster while literally quoting The Matrix. Now this fast-food prophet wields a tag that bricked the mayor's security grid via a shanked tomahawk. But does a man who still bags a Groove deserve to command ransomware that turns municipal water towers into ~birdie dispensers~?
"Witness me...or maybe just Venmo me for the Taco Bell damages."
Will this cyber-messiah survive season one, or get factory reset by a 14-speed driver's firmware update?
Oh, you want the epic origin story of Glitch Renegade? Fine. Picture this: A rogue surveillance tech (because of course it’s a rogue surveillance tech) got sick of watching Karens litter in the park and cops taking 4-hour lunch breaks. So they hacked the city’s security grid, found all the dirty laundry, and—whoops—accidentally turned themselves into a digital ghost. Now they haunt the fairways, scrambling RFID tags like a DJ screwing up a drop.
"I used to track criminals… now I just track my terrible OB rate."
(Yes, this is basically The Matrix if Neo threw forehands.)
Why are we like this?