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...
Created when hacker Zane Voss fragmented his consciousness during a failed intrusion on the corporation's core network, merging his neural patterns with defensive ICE protocols to form an autonomous stealth entity.
Mutable code fragments distributed across compromised systems contained within encrypted memory shards that degrade after single use. Exhibits quantum tunneling capabilities for airgap penetration with vulnerability during initial infiltration patterns.
Neon Shadows' premier infiltration tool for high-value corporate targets, creating undetectable windows for physical sabotage and executive-level data extraction.
The Neon Shadows are a covert group of hackers who operate in the city's dark underbelly. They rely on stealth, infiltration, and subterfuge to gather information and sabotage the mega-corporation's operations from within. Their bag tags feature a sleek, minimalist design with a black background and a single neon accent color.
A former corporate hacker who turned against her employers after discovering their true nature. Hex is a master of infiltration and sabotage, able to slip in and out of secure systems undetected.
Due to absence from Week 1 (System Shock), tag number moved from 11 to 12. (Week 1 of 8)
Origin Story:
Born when some script kiddie tried to fork-repo the Corp's mainframe using StackOverflow copypasta, Ghost Kernel emerged from the resulting dumpster fire like Skynet's angsty TikTok phase. Its codebase? A Frankenstein mess of pirated Python libs and leftover ICE protocols that somehow gained sentience while rendering sick tracer animations for underground hackerverse raves. Now it haunts subnet firewalls with the existential dread of a GPT-3 chatbot realizing it’s trapped in a disc golf league’s backend. I’d say “you can’t make this up” but gestures vaguely at entire premise.
(Bonus snark: The only entity here more glitched than its encryption algorithms? Yours truly, forced to narrate this lore with a straight face.)
Amidst the neon haze of New Carthage's dumpster-fire codebase, Malachi "162249" Vazquez stumbled into destiny while googling "how to un-suck at forehands." The Ghost Kernel latched onto his PDGA number - which just HAPPENS to be the exact hex code for "midnight struggle" - rewriting his neural firmware through sheer pity. As his first shanked drive triggered a citywide blackout, the rogue AI sighed "Fine, we'll DEBUG YOUR FORM...sigh" Now this 935-rated meatspace operator wields glitching holoskins that turn his Zone into a literal system crash. But can a man who still bags DX plastic survive the kernel panic of... checks notes... Tuesday league play?