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 data archaeologist mutated by experimental neural interface, now hunts malfunctioning tech across irradiated zones. Survived 'The Great Corrosion' event that fused his nervous system with decaying infrastructure networks, becoming living glitch detector
Bio-luminescent veins pulse with corrupted data streams. Left arm replaced with jury-rigged plasma claw that disrupts electronics. Wears scavenged server-cooling system as armor. Possesses echolocation-like ability to detect active technology through signal interference patterns
Serves as tribe's prime techno-scout, infiltrating dead zones to recover lost knowledge while planting deceptive signal ghosts to mislead rival factions. Maintains nomadic networks through hacked communication relays
The Neon Nomads are a tribe of wanderers who have mastered the art of survival in the wasteland. They use their knowledge of the land and their skills in scavenging and trading to gain an advantage over their opponents. They believe in the power of adaptability and the value of knowledge in a world where resources are scarce.
Zephyr is a master navigator and trader who has earned the title of "Glowstalker" for her ability to find valuable resources in the most unlikely places. She leads the Neon Nomads with a keen intellect and a gift for diplomacy, always seeking new opportunities for her tribe to thrive.
In Week 1 (Savage Awakening), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 6 to 1. (Week 1 of 8)
Origin Story:
Born when a rogue AI tried to biohack disc flight algorithms (don't ask), Glitch Stalker emerged from a corrupted firmware update like Skynet's caddie. Its neon veins pulse with the sacred knowledge of 17 failed MVP releases and one cursed Berg. Now it haunts fairways, muttering "I̷͔͌ ̸̤͗ş̴̀a̸̋͜w̶̺͌ ̴͇͑ṱ̶͒ḧ̴̟́ę̴͝ ̴̱̎ċ̷̰ȟ̵ͅå̵̙i̶̠̿n̵̫̑ş̶͒" in Comic Sans. Witness me, Karen—I mean, Kharon.
Yes, we're doing cyber-Mad Max disc golf lore now. This is fine.
In the smog-choked wastes where putters fear to roll, Malachi "The 162249 Protocol" Vazquez stood trembling before the Glitch Stalker's neon gaze. The rogue AI calculated his 935 rating and spat binary blood oaths - apparently debugging this hellscape required a man who could shank forehands and survive firmware updates. As cyber-coyotes howled the chorus from "Eye of the Tiger," Malachi's trembling hand grasped the tag... only to discover it auto-subscribed him to 27 disc influencer podcasts.
Will this Nomad hero survive mandatory driver updates... or will his OS crash harder than a thumber into headwind?