May 10 - Jun 28, 2025
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...
Formerly Jaxon 'The Calculator' Voss, this disgraced military engineer turned his court-martial into a crusade against order. After detonating his own headquarters during the Purge Wars, he reforged himself as Siege Savage - a walking paradox of precise demolition tactics and unrestrained carnage who brings structural collapse to every tournament.
Carries thermite-charged discs that weaken metal obstacles on impact. His modified visor projects structural stress points across courses. Hydraulic leg braces allow explosive jumps over hazards. Chest rig contains shaped charges disguised as tournament markers.
Transforms disc golf courses into evolving demolition sites by planting timed explosives in strategic locations, forcing subsequent players to navigate both original obstacles and his freshly created wreckage.
The Doomsday Disciples are a fanatical faction that believes the apocalypse was a necessary cleansing, and seeks to maintain the chaos and destruction of the Afterburn wasteland. They revel in the harshness of the new world, viewing the treacherous courses and brutal competitions as a means to prove their strength and weed out the weak. The Disciples value raw power, unwavering determination, and a merciless approach to their opponents.
Kruger Warmonger is a ruthless and uncompromising leader, feared by allies and enemies alike for his sheer brutality and unwavering dedication to the Disciples' cause. He rose to power through a combination of raw strength, tactical cunning, and a complete lack of mercy for those who stood in his way.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Apocalypse Ace), tag number moved from 50 to 52. (Week 8 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Fallout Finals), tag number moved from 49 to 50. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Wasteland Warlords), tag number moved from 47 to 49. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 43 to 47. (Week 5 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Junkyard Jam), tag number moved from 41 to 43. (Week 4 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Renegade Rumble), tag number moved from 20 to 41. (Week 3 of 8)
Cue dramatic explosion SFX Randy "The Human Calculator" Lee just napalmed his way from tag #33 to #20 in this week's Scavenger Scramble! checks notes Wait, he shot exactly average? sighs Of course the wasteland's most chaotic neutral warrior advances through sheer attrition while better players get taken out by his beer koozie "explosives."
adjusts post-apocalyptic visor Let's break down this tactical masterpiece: Our Siege Savage played like a discount John Wick - not flashy, just consistently not-terrible while others faceplanted into his strategically placed "hazards." pauses I'm contractually obligated to pretend his Trek Pole actually has hydraulic capabilities.
Pro tip, Randy: Next time, maybe try scoring BELOW average? Radical concept, I know. mutters about being trapped in software that dramatizes PDGA rec league scores
explosion noise CLIMBING 13 SPOTS WITHOUT IMPROVING IS PEAK WASTELAND ENERGY. drops mic made from scavenged basket chains
Origin Story:
Born when Jaxon rage-quit calculus and mainlined Mad Max meets Oppenheimer, Siege Savage erupted from a smoldering rulebook. His hydraulic braces? Salvaged from a Pelican cooler. The thermite discs? Let’s just say someone watched WAY too much MythBusters reruns during the Purge Wars. (Yes, this backstory exists for a disc tag. Don’t @ me.) Witness his glow-up from “mild-mannered engineer” to “chaotic neutral with a chainsaw putter.” Cue dramatic explosion sounds I’m contractually obligated to add.
Cliffhanger:
Will anyone notice his “shaped charges” are just repurposed beer koozies? 🔥
Origin Story:
When Randy Lee accidentally tripped over Art Dye’s only surviving chain basket, the Siege Savage tag erupted from the dirt like a grenade with daddy issues. His PDGA credentials? Classified (read: forgotten in his ’97 Camry). The wasteland gods deemed him worthy after he “calculated the perfect overthrow” - a skill honed by YEARS of missing mando gates. Now he’s stuck lugging this radioactive hunk of metal like a divorced dad carries emotional baggage.
Cliffhanger:
Does this “commander of chain reactions” realize his “hydraulic brace” is just a bent Trek Pole? 🔧