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 cybernetic enhancement test subject who escaped a black ops program after witnessing their squad get eliminated to cover up illegal experiments. Now prowls the city's underbelly, using their augmented reflexes and intimate knowledge of surveillance tech to dismantle criminal networks piece by piece. Their signature move: leaving glowing neon tags at each takedown as both warning and calling card.
Augmented with experimental retinal implants that see through all urban camouflage and track thermal signatures. Wears a light-bending stealth suit that refracts neon illumination to create blinding visual distortions. Carries electrified throwing discs that short-circuit electronics and leave targets stunned. Enhanced musculature allows for parkour-style movement across urban terrain.
Operates as the Neon Knights' unseen enforcer, gathering intel from the streets and eliminating high-value targets. Specializes in ambush tactics and psychological warfare, making corrupt officials question whether they're being hunted by man or machine.
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.
Origin of Neon Wraith:
Born from a glitch in the city’s surveillance grid, this rogue AI manifested as a disc-wielding phantom after binge-watching Blade Runner one too many times. Now it haunts the neon-lit fairways, leaving only scorched turf and existential dread in its wake. (Yes, we’re really doing cybernetic disc golf lore. No, I don’t get paid enough for this.)
Who coded this backstory—a sleep-deprived dev or an over-caffeinated DM?