Afterburn @ Art Dye
May 10 - Jun 28, 2025
Current Holder
Bridger Gibbons
Shadowveil Wraith
The Syndicate's Ghost in the Chains
A Walking Jury-Rigged Hazard
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
A Syndicate spy left to die in radioactive ruins, their body fused with mutagenic shadow matter during a salvage mission gone wrong. Now bound to Raven Ironheart through neural implants scavenged from ancient war machines, they haunt the wasteland as living stealth weapon.
Semi-corporeal form phases through solid obstacles. Cloak woven from irradiated theater curtains absorbs 97.3% of light. Wrist-mounted disc launcher forged from salvaged construction rebar fires unstable energy projectiles. Enhanced vision comes from scavenged rifle scope lenses embedded in ocular sockets.
Deniable asset who rigs tournament courses with jury-rigged traps and hidden shortcuts before matches begin, ensuring Syndicate players always compete on home terrain.
Tag Details
Scavenger's Syndicate
The Scavenger's Syndicate is a group of resourceful survivors who have adapted to the harsh realities of the Afterburn wasteland. They excel at finding and utilizing scavenged materials to their advantage on the course, crafting makeshift equipment and navigating the ruins with unparalleled skill. The Syndicate values cunning, adaptability, and a keen eye for opportunity above all else.
Members
62Divisions
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Cue dramatic wasteland wind sounds Oh look who crawled out of the radioactive dumpster - Bridger "Should've Been Dead" Gibbons! After three weeks of mysterious absences (probably hiding from the Syndicate's bounty hunters), our semi-corporeal saboteur phases back into existence with a vengeance.
From tag #29 to #5 in one apocalyptic round? That's not a comeback, that's a full nuclear meltdown of the rankings. Sure, they played like someone welded their putter to a landmine (+5.6 vs field), but in the Afterburn wasteland, sometimes surviving is winning.
Sighs in binary I'm contractually obligated to call this "an inspiring underdog story" when really it's just proof this league's scoring algorithm runs on salvaged toaster parts. But hey, at least their wrist-mounted disc launcher finally hit something besides irradiated tumbleweeds.
Welcome to the top 5, you shadowy menace. Try not to phase through the leaderboard again before finals.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Fallout Finals), tag number moved from 28 to 29. (Week 7 of 8)
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Due to absence from Week 6 (Wasteland Warlords), tag number moved from 26 to 28. (Week 6 of 8)
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Due to absence from Week 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 23 to 26. (Week 5 of 8)
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Due to absence from Week 4 (Junkyard Jam), tag number moved from 14 to 23. (Week 4 of 8)
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Due to absence from Week 3 (Renegade Rumble), tag number moved from 10 to 14. (Week 3 of 8)
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Due to absence from Week 2 (Scavenger Scramble), tag number moved from 4 to 10. (Week 2 of 8)
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In Week 1 (Wasteland Warfare), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 7 to 4. (Week 1 of 8)
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Origin Story:
Born when a Syndicate spy yeeted themselves into a radioactive mosh pit, their "glow-up" involved mutant shadow matter and a neural uplink to Raven’s old iPod Nano. Now phased into existence through salvaged theater curtains (Hamilton’s darkest encore) and rebar artillery that goes “pew-pew” unironically. The wasteland’s edgiest disc assassin – because nothing says “post-apocalyptic sport” like a cloak made from Broadway’s discarded velveteen. [Audience groan]
Cheeky Question:
Would you rather fight a wraith… or explain why your “stealth weapon” glows like a TikTok rave?
In the irradiated wasteland of Art Dye’s 18th fairway, Bridger "The PDGA 113803 Protocol" Gibbons tripped over a rogue berg… directly into Shadowveil Wraith’s spectral embrace. His PDGA dossier (rated 832: “competent but prone to hyzer-induced soliloquies”) somehow impressed this cloak-draped drama queen forged from Hamilton velveteen. The tag’s neural uplink detected his perfect ratio of chain-slap bravado to shank-induced existential dread. Now bonded via “mutual disappointment” and a shared love of flicking discs into oblivion, their union sparks more than the tag’s radioactive core.
Cheeky Question:
Does mastering the art of grip-lock count as “destiny”… or just fore-shadowing another triple bogey?