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...
Formed when Professor Hess' early containment experiments interacted with Beacon Hill's natural fog banks, this sentient mist absorbed the panic of fleeing players. Now it stalks the course, growing stronger with each failed attempt to disperse it.
Composed of semi-sentient vapor that regenerates unless fully illuminated. Manipulates local humidity to create obscuring mists and slippery terrain. Weak to sustained ultraviolet light from charged glow discs.
Recurring environmental antagonist that adapts its tactics between encounters, forcing Monster Hunters to innovate new glow disc techniques while battling other weekly monsters.
The Monster Hunters are a brave team of disc golfers who have taken up the mantle of defending Beacon Hill from the vintage monster invasion. Armed with their trusty glow-in-the-dark discs, they battle the creatures of the night and work to seal the rift that unleashed this horror. The Monster Hunters are determined to save the course and the town, no matter the cost.
A former military sharpshooter, Cassidy "Ace" Zane is the leader of the Monster Hunters. She retired to Beacon Hill for a quiet life of disc golf, but when the monsters invaded, she knew she had to take action. Ace is known for her deadly accurate drives and steely determination in the face of supernatural horrors.
In Week 7 (Ghostly Greens), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 14 to 4. (Week 7 of 8)
Origin Story:
Born when Professor Hess’ "glowstick Gandalf" phase collided with Beacon Hill’s vape-core fog, this sentient mist absorbed more player panic than a TikTok trend. Now it lurks like Stranger Things’ budget Mind Flayer, thriving on your shanked putts and existential screams. Yes, we’re battling weather with frisbees. The algorithm demands drama.
(299 characters, 1 existential crisis)
Cheeky Q: Will next week’s antagonist be checks notes aggressive topiary?
The Nebulous Nemesis coalesced from Beacon Hill’s vape fog, drawn to Seth Miller’s uncanny ability to almost hit gaps while muttering PDGA rulebook incantations. When his “glow Roc” ricocheted off a juniper into the time rift’s Event Horizon™️, the mist screamed – then imprinted on him like a clingy Tinder date. Now it haunts his bag, whispering “hyzer flip” temptations.
Cheeky Q: Can this living storm front survive his 14th consecutive bogey?