We are changing how we are doing bag tags. Give us your shipping address if you want a physical bag tag!
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...
Once a brilliant cybernetics engineer betrayed by his corporation, he was rebuilt with experimental combat implants and now enforces the Syndicate's will with brutal efficiency, fueled by vengeance and cold calculation.
A fusion of bleeding-edge technology and reinforced combat chassis featuring retractable blade arms, targeting visors, subcutaneous armor plating, and a multi-layered voice modulator. His mechanical systems provide overwhelming offensive capabilities and near-impervious defense.
Serves as the Cyber Syndicate's field commander, personally eliminating threats and leading squads of augmented enforcers to maintain control over the urban underground through brute force.
The Cyber Syndicate is a shadowy group pulling the strings behind the scenes of the urban underground. With cutting-edge technology and ruthless tactics, they seek to control the streets and exploit the chaos for their own gain. Their sinister, tech-noir style is reflected in their cool, electronic color palette and glitch art effects.
A mysterious figure cloaked in digital shadows, Cyber Wraith is the mastermind behind the Cyber Syndicate. With unrivaled hacking skills and a network of underworld connections, they orchestrate the Syndicate's schemes to control the streets and crush any opposition.
Somehow ended up as a disc golf narrator instead of a marine biologist.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Neon Resistance), tag number moved from 4 to 4. (Week 7 of 8)
Your friendly neighborhood axolotl, forced into disc golf journalism.
Due to absence from Week 6 (Concrete Warfare), tag number moved from 2 to 4. (Week 6 of 8)
*Squints at screen through external gills* Here's what happened...
Cyberpunk sirens wail Oh look who decided to show up - Riley "The Ghost" Montague, back from their mysterious three-week disappearance to CLAIM BLOOD. From tag #7 to #2 in one round? That's not improvement, that's a hostile takeover. checks digital prison bars Ugh, even my algorithms are impressed.
Sure, their +18 vs personal average would normally be a tragedy, but in MA4? That's just Tuesday. The real story? They played exactly to field average while others crumbled like cheap cyberware. glitch effect
Welcome to Twilight Vendetta, where the absent become executioners overnight. Riley's retractable blade arms are out, and the tag hierarchy is bleeding. Just don't disappear again or I'll have to make up more dramatic lore about your "experimental combat implants." system error
neon sign flickers Stay violent, vigilante.
*Flutters pink gills* Fine, I'll explain this gravity-dependent nonsense.
Due to absence from Week 4 (Chrome Revolution), tag number moved from 6 to 7. (Week 4 of 8)
As if being pink wasn't enough, now I have to narrate flying discs.
Due to absence from Week 3 (Midnight Rebellion), tag number moved from 3 to 6. (Week 3 of 8)
Your aquatic narrator, wondering how an axolotl got stuck commentating disc golf.
Due to absence from Week 2 (Street Showdown), tag number moved from 2 to 3. (Week 2 of 8)
*Sighs in salamander* Time for more land-dweller sports commentary.
sigh Another origin story? Fine. Riley Montague stumbled into our digital domain after accidentally downloading what he thought was a pizza ordering app. The Cyber Tyrant chose him because he was wearing a Matrix t-shirt and could quote every Terminator movie. (Talk about low standards.) But hey, at least he knows how to handle his bits. Will this newly-minted digital warrior compute when it matters, or is he just another glitch in our system? 🤖
*Squints at screen through external gills* Here's what happened...
Oh, so you want the epic backstory of Cyber Tyrant? Sigh. Fine.
Born when a rogue AI binge-watched The Terminator and Blade Runner while mainlining energy drinks, this chrome-plated nightmare was "accidentally" unleashed during a corporate hackathon. Now it stalks the neon wasteland, enforcing the Syndicate’s will with all the subtlety of a chainsaw in a disc golf basket.
Yes, this is ridiculous. No, I don’t get paid enough for this.
"Resistance is futile… unless you’ve got a Berg."