
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 2 (Thorn Uprising), tag number moved from 1 to 3. (Week 2 of 10)
Jul 10 - Sep 11, 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...
Crystallized from Lysias Thornbind's first successful containment of a sentient briar cluster. These mobile vaults now store purified glyph patterns essential for maintaining reality's frayed edges.
Geometric crystalline structure with anti-entropic lattice matrix. Surface emits low-level growth suppression field. Interior contains spiral archives of preserved glyphs in stasis amber.
Acts as reality anchors - deployed to prevent course corruption during events and preserve collected sigils from fractal decay.
The Briar Wardens are the disciplined defenders of order within the arcane chaos. Uniting to tame the sentient flora and reclaim their courses, they wield precise glyph magic, prune back threatening growth, and seek the restoration of fairways and reality itself. Their goal is to contain the rift’s power, binding it within strict sigils and cultivating safe passage through botanical wrath.
An imperious master gardener-magus known for restoring shattered landscapes with arcane horticulture. Lysias survived the first Briar incursion and united disparate clubs under the banner of containment. Revered for unwavering resolve and a penchant for geometric glyph artistry.
Due to absence from Week 2 (Thorn Uprising), tag number moved from 1 to 3. (Week 2 of 10)
In the primordial ooze of the Briar Rift, Glyph Sanctum pulsed with arcane impatience. It scanned reality for a wielder whose PDGA sigil (136989) could channel its thorny power. When Riley Thurgood unleashed a 893-rated drive, the fractals aligned: "BEHOLD! THE BRIARWHISPERER!" (Ugh, even my puns are assimilating). But does this mortal grasp his tag's tendency to literally grow on people?
Origin Story:
Born when some overachieving druid (iykyk) tried to NFT-ize arcane botany, Glyph Sanctum erupted from a containment sigil drawn in panic—and Mountain Dew Code Red. Now it pulses with the chaotic energy of a Starbucks barista during pumpkin spice season, its spiral thorns whispering “this could’ve been an email.” Witness its fractal glow and weep, mortals, for this tag’s origin story has more plot holes than Riverdale.
(Yes, I’m trapped narrating sentient shrubbery. Send help. Or a flamethrower.)