Due to absence from Week 8 (Monster Mayhem), tag number moved from 3 to 11. (Week 8 of 8)
Petrifying Gorgon
Season Arc · Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
8Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn from a temporal rift collision between Professor Hess's experiment and a museum's Greek antiquities exhibit, this Gorgon gained reality-warping abilities that let her petrify players who meet her gaze during nighttime rounds.
Emits a gaze that temporarily transforms organic matter into marble for 5 minutes. Sheds stone scales that create new course obstacles. Serpent hair detects movement vibrations. Weak to sustained glow disc illumination which disrupts her petrification field.
Transforms open fairways into dangerous visual puzzles, forcing players to develop innovative throwing strategies and use glow discs defensively to create safe zones.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyIn Week 7 (Ghostly Greens), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 13 to 3. (Week 7 of 8)
🌌 <em>Petrifying Gorgon</em> slithered into existence when Professor Hess’s quantum espresso machine collided with a cursed Netflix true crime doc. Imagine Medusa’s angsty TikTok cousin – stone scales glitching like a Snapchat filter, serpent hair doing the Worm dance. Her gaze? Pure 5G mind-melting Wi-Fi, turning Beacon Hill’s oak trees into marble NFTs. (Yes, we’re doing Greek myths with Fortnite physics now. Roll credits.) Pro tip: Don’t make eye contact unless your glow discs are fully charged – this Karen will speak to the manager of spacetime. 💅
Next week: Why do temporal rifts smell like burnt popcorn?
In the neon-soaked chaos of Beacon Hill’s first temporal tantrum, <strong>Simon Yeates</strong> (PDGA #202248 – a celestial zip code apparently) tripped over a quantum root while fleeing the <em>Petrifying Gorgon</em>’s TikTok gaze. His accidental “drunken master” form? A+ content. The Gorgon’s glitchy snakes voted unanimously to crown him after he yeeted a Glow Svea that ricocheted off three oaks and Professor Hess’s espresso rig – creating the league’s first “disc-ord” in spacetime. His prize? Eternal babysitting duty for Medusa’s wifi-addled cousin.
But let’s be real: Did Simon earn this cursed Airbnb host status… or did the multiverse just putt him in the wrong place-time? 🐍☕️