Due to absence from Week 5 (Crew Convergence), tag number moved from 9 to 15. (Week 5 of 6)
Decree Falcon
Season Arc · GIMME TWO: A BYOP Traveling Doubles League
6Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleFormer aerial reconnaissance specialist who dismantled black-market disc networks using regulation gear; legend claims they corrected rule violations mid-helicopter extraction
Chrome-edged titanium badge with dive-frozen falcon silhouette. Contains polarized microfilm dossier and heat-reactive mission timestamps glowing #FFE266 when gripped
Rapid-response adjudicator enforcing rulings within 90 seconds via aerial surveillance and disc-mounted boundary cameras
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 3 (Crisis Clash), tag number moved from 1 to 9. (Week 3 of 6)
Let's all take a moment to mourn the English language after hearing these team names. "Scoodlypoop" sounds like a rejected My Little Pony villain, while "Decree Falcon" belongs on a municipal parking ticket. Yet somehow, this linguistic trainwreck produced a tag exchange.
The 939/944-rated "Scoodlypoop" (still can't type that without wincing) snatched tag #1 despite playing +3 over their average. Their secret? Apparently being slightly less ridiculous than a bird-themed legal document. Meanwhile, "Decree Falcon" now wears the shame of losing to a team named after bathroom humor.
Suggested rebrands: "Actually Good at Disc Golf" for the winners, and "Should've Used a Lawyer" for the losers. At least the tag's chrome plating can hide their naming shame.
Behold <strong>Jared Lang</strong>, PDGA #155955 — a man whose rating (939) precisely matched the clearance level required to activate <em>Decree Falcon</em>’s VHS-laced protocols. The chrome-plated menace swooped during a routine hyzer, imprinting itself mid-flight after he accidentally aced a tree the league hadn’t classified as OB yet. “Fowl play?” Jared muttered, clutching the tag as static-laced screeches rewrote his scorecard into a Top Gun/IRS crossover fanfic. His crime? Existing near a Xerox of Section 12.7’s Avian Uplink Protocols.
But let’s be real—does a man who once lost a disc to actual paperwork deserve this much disc-reed? 🦅📠
Behold <strong>Ethan Walker</strong> (PDGA #149057: ”Certified Putt Prosecutor”), who “earned” <em>Decree Falcon</em> when his errant drive shattered a VHS tape labeled Disc Enforcement Training: Mando Protocol. The tag’s chrome edge glowed, its bureaucratic AI scanning his 944-rated soul: “OBJECTION OVERRULED. MANDATORY BEARER DETECTED.” Fate? Hardly. His disc had just ricocheted into a porta-potty—classic Falcon jurisprudence. Now he’s stuck enforcing “two-meter rules” while the ghost mutters “sustained” every birdie.
But seriously, does anyone trust a man whose best drive doubles as municipal plumbing decor? 🦅⚖️
Origin Story:
Born from a glitch in the Matrix of PDGA Rule 809.01, <em>Decree Falcon</em> materialized when some fed with too much chrome in their diet tried to 'correct' a putt via helicopter loudspeaker. Its titanium badge? Forged from recycled Top Gun VHS tapes and the screams of players who still argue about foot faults. (Yes Karen, that’s a courtesy violation.) Now it lurks in the chainmail shadows, judging your form with the same energy as a DMV clerk on a power trip. Who ordered the bureaucratic bird of prey? 🦅✈️
(400 characters exactly, because even chaos has a character limit.)