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 Sergeant Marcus 'The Warden' Callahan was the city's most decorated riot control officer until he discovered his unit was being used to suppress whistleblowers. Stripped of his badge and with his family targeted, he now patrols as the Riot Warden - a one-man justice squad punishing corrupt enforcers.
Modified tactical riot gear covered in protest graffiti, signature electrified stun baton, reinforced polymer armor with neon circuit patterns, enhanced knee braces for crowd-clearing kicks, and a gas mask that amplifies voice commands while filtering toxins.
Protects innocent protesters while dismantling corrupt police operations, serving as the Neon Knights' tactical trainer and frontline defender during urban uprisings.
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 14 to 15. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Secrets Unraveled), tag number moved from 14 to 14. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Corruption Exposed), tag number moved from 15 to 14. (Week 5 of 8)
In the neon-bleached alley where Riot Warden materialized from spray paint fumes and copier toner explosions, Kieran Buhler tripped over a rogue Berg while fleeing imaginary SWAT drones. His PDGA#140197 glitched police scanners as "CLASS 86.3 THREAT - CONTAINS MUNICIPAL GRADE SASS." The tag’s crimson circuits flared upon detecting his unique blend of anhyzer finesse and questionable cargo shorts. Destiny? More like disc-tiny when your putting form accidentally mimics the vigilante salute.
Cheeky Q: Can this sunflower-seed-spitting cryptid truly outrun both bureaucracy and his own OB tendencies?
Origin of Riot Warden #15:
Forged in the neon crucible of a 3AM Taco Bell parking lot brawl, this tag emerged when a rogue disc golfer (who definitely wasn’t just a sleep-deprived accountant) duct-taped a strobe light to a trash can lid and declared martial law on the local course. Inspired by Mad Max: Fury Road but budgeted like a community theater production, Riot Warden is what happens when you mix tactical gear with delusions of grandeur.
Yes, this is your life now. No, I don’t know why either.