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...
A disgraced black ops specialist left for dead after refusing an order to execute civilians. Rebuilt with black market cybernetics and fueled by vengeance, the Neon Commando now wages a one-man war against the corrupt officials who betrayed him.
Military-grade cybernetics with unstable neon circuits, combat stim-enhanced reflexes, and wall-penetrating vision modes. Concealed disc launcher in left arm fires razor-edged polymer rounds. Tactical armor integrates with his unstable cybernetic systems.
Serves as the Neon Knights' tactical operations specialist, planning and executing precision strikes against high-value targets with military precision and enhanced combat capabilities.
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 7 (Justice Looms), tag number moved from 11 to 13. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Secrets Unraveled), tag number moved from 11 to 11. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Corruption Exposed), tag number moved from 13 to 11. (Week 5 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Vigilantes Regroup), tag number moved from 10 to 13. (Week 4 of 8)
In the neon crucible of Dow James' Tuesday Night League™, Dijon Alston tripped over root #257843 (prophetic PDGA digits!) while retrieving a shanked Berg. The Neon Commando tag fused to his flesh mid-curse, its cyber-napalm glow declaring this 850-rated mortal "Chosen" through interpretive dance moves stolen from Hackers (1995). Witnesses confirm he earned it by accidentally parkjobbing Hole 3 while complaining about craft IPA prices - truly putting the 'disc' in 'discombobulated'.
But does a man whose cyber-beard glitches during firmware updates deserve to wield Commando's tactical 10-code? Especially when his "epic putt" was just avoiding Karen from accounting's spreadsheet-stakeout?
Origin of Neon Commando #10:
Forged in the bowels of a sketchy back-alley cyberclinic (next to a 24-hour taco truck), this tag was literally ripped from the wreckage of a failed dystopian theme park. Part discarded Terminator prototype, part over-caffeinated mall ninja, Neon Commando emerged when a rogue AI mistook "disc golf tags" for "urban warfare directives." Now it’s here, glowing ominously in your bag, judging your form. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?
(Yes, the taco truck survived. Priorities.)