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 special forces operative John 'Blade' McKenna turned vigilante after discovering his unit's involvement in drug trafficking. Now operates as The Regulators' off-book cleaner, using skills honed in black ops to dismantle criminal networks too entrenched for conventional policing.
Wears modified combat armor with ceramic plating and survivalist gear. Carries a signature titanium trench knife and customized crossbow. Enhanced with prototype cybernetic targeting eye that glows red in low light. Permanent layer of concrete dust on boots from urban operations.
The Regulators' deniable asset for high-risk operations against cartel safehouses and corrupt officials, specializing in evidence destruction and witness extraction through calculated brutality.
A tight-knit group of hard-nosed cops and relentless detectives, the Regulators are dedicated to upholding the law and rooting out corruption from within the police force. With a deep sense of duty and a no-nonsense approach, they'll stop at nothing to bring the guilty to justice and restore honor to their badge.
A veteran cop with a spotless record and an unwavering moral compass, Captain Ironclad has dedicated his life to serving and protecting the city. Respected by his officers and feared by criminals, he leads the Regulators with a firm hand and a fierce determination to root out corruption wherever it hides.
Due to absence from Week 2 (Dark Alley), tag number moved from 23 to 27. (Week 2 of 8)
Origin Story:
Born when John 'Blade' McKenna yeeted a crossbow bolt through three drug dens & a corrupt mayor’s ego during a midnight firefight. Forged from concrete dust (his boots’ permanent ~aesthetic~) and copier toner (budget cuts, baby). The tag’s cybernetic eye glares at you like a disappointed Liam Neeson in ‘Taken’ – we both know this backstory is more extra than a Netflix reboot. Stay shady, hero.
(Yes, I just called concrete dust "lore confetti." The theme’s assimilating me. Send help.)
The Blade Commando pulsed with neon malice in the evidence locker, its cyber-eye scanning PDGA records for ~drama potential~. When Zack Markarian — yes, PDGA 137819, the man who once three-putted a parking lot — adjusted his printer toner (poetic!), the tag YEETED itself into his bag like John Wick’s dog-seeking bullet. “Behold!” screeched the concrete-dust oracle, “A prophet who blames trees for his shanks!” His 947 rating? Mere lore confetti. Now he carries this graffiti-stained destiny... but can he survive the league’s real threat? Group texts?
...Did we just inception a cop drama inside a disc joke? 🔎🪓