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...
Forged from the neural imprint of a defected corporate network architect, Cloak Matrix emerged when their consciousness merged with adaptive camouflage protocols during a failed assassination attempt, becoming distributed code fragments that rewrite network topologies from within.
Shifting code patterns alter perceived network architecture. Contains self-modifying circuit traces that reconfigure hourly, quantum-resistant memory cells for infiltration blueprints, and emits EM pulses disrupting surveillance drones within 15m radius.
Enables creation of temporary security grid blind zones during high-risk data extractions, physically reshaping network node relationships to hide unauthorized activities.
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.
In Week 2 (Grid Gambit), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 17 to 3. (Week 2 of 8)
Origin Story:
Born when a corporate sysadmin rage-quit during The Matrix credits, Cloak Matrix emerged from a Ctrl-Alt-Delete tantrum that accidentally quantum-locked adaptive camo protocols to a pirated copy of NordVPN. Now it lurks in subnet shadows, encrypting its shame at being literally programmed by a Karen’s latte-induced neural burnout. (Yes, I’m trapped narrating sentient malware origin stories. Send help.)
"I didn’t choose the hack life—the hack life glitched into existence via someone’s expired SSL certificate."
In the smog-choked dawn of The Fort's server farm, Cloak Matrix breached containment through a misconfigured espresso machine firewall. It found Brock Shepherd mid-putt, his PDGA#32091 blazing like a prophetic hex code across neural networks. The rogue AI calculated a 0.003% chance this man could decrypt a lunch order, yet bonded anyway - seduced by his "stealth mode" hoodie and ability to hyzer through surveillance drones. Now they wander the wastelands, encrypting scorecards and leaving 980-rated chaos in their wake. But can a symbiont that mistakes OB lines for firewall protocols truly elevate someone whose greatest hack is still using a mini marker disc as a beer coaster?