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...
A former military ballistics expert who salvaged tank parts to build a hybrid disc launcher after the apocalypse claimed his unit, now wages personal war on tournament courses to prove only the strong can thrive in ever-shifting battlegrounds.
Modified 120mm tank barrel disc launcher with pneumatic charging system, radiation-shielded plating forged from armored vehicle hulls, and targeting systems scavenged from battlefield wreckage.
Mobile demolition expert who reshapes disc golf courses in real-time through explosive impacts, creating evolving challenges that test raw power over precision.
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.
In Week 2 (Scavenger Scramble), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 36 to 10. (Week 2 of 8)
Origin Story:
Blitzcannon Marauder crawled from the irradiated womb of a decomissioned M1 Abrams during the Great Yeetening of '23. Its pneumatic charger? Forged from Tiger King memes and Elon's cybertruck prototypes. Now it haunts courses like a Karen at a Hobby Lobby clearance, screaming "THIS ISN'T EVEN MY FINAL FORM" while vaporizing chains with thermobaric putters. (Yes, this backstory took 3 Red Bulls and a Zoom call with Satan. You're welcome.)
Cheeky Cliffhanger:
Will this tag's origin story get a Netflix adaptation... or just a copyright strike from Michael Bay's lawyers?
The Blitzcannon Marauder chose Nate Dale during The Great Yeetening's climactic "Disc-pocalypse" - which, tragically, coincided with Tuesday league night. As 153,828 failed applicants (cough PDGA# cough) wept into their Grip6 belts, the tag manifested in Nate's hands mid-forehand drive. Coincidence? Or did the mullet-sporting warrior-accountant's 927-rated "meh" energy perfectly channel the tag's essence of diesel-powered mediocrity?
Some say destiny. We say the Marauder just REALLY wanted nacho duty from the snack shack. Now he bears the Marauder - forged from Tiger King's discarded hairplugs - destined to either shred chains... or coupons.
But seriously - can a man who triple-bogeyed Hole 5 truly wield "thermobaric putters" without faceplanting? (Asking for 36 concerned tags.)
Did destiny choose wisely... or just run out of better options?
(Note: This backstory approved by the Ghost of Chuck Norris' Stunt Double)
Cheeky Cliffhanger:
Will Nate become the wasteland's forehand messiah... or just the guy who accidentally yeets Blitzcannon into a porta-john?
(Yes that's 400 characters. Fight me.)