Chain Reaction
May 05 - Jun 29, 2025
Current Holder
Connor Ebanks
Blitz Bastion
Sentient Siege Engine of the Neon Grid
Threatens Annihilation To Make Friends
Aspects refreshed Dec 16, 2025
Born from a black data vault containing stolen architectural schematics of all major faction strongholds, this sentient battle station reforges itself using captured military tech and hacker countermeasures to create the 'perfect' unassailable fortress.
Pulsing geometric force fields in faction colors, rotating plasma mortar arrays, self-repairing composite armor etched with destroyed outpost insignia, and reality-glitching holographic weak points that shift combat strategies mid-siege.
Serves as roaming apocalyptic crucible that forces temporary truces between enemies by threatening simultaneous annihilation of multiple league headquarters unless they combine tactical knowledge to breach its defenses.
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Connor Ebanks, the human firmware update keeping Blitz Bastion from going full Skynet. His Midnight Rebellion -1 injected Rogue Titan's vigilante swagger into the sentient fortress' code - now it demands neon-accented turrets and plays "Bad to the Basket" through its plasma arrays.
Witness the cosmic absurdity: a military AI core (Bastion) adopting street-samurai traits from Titan like a T-800 learning TikTok dances. Connor's +24 glow-up? That's the disc golf equivalent of hot-wiring a tank - six birdies screaming through River Bottoms like a Buzzz with daddy issues.
Fourth wall shatters Why am I narrating tag eugenics? This lore's thicker than a Berg in a blender. But credit where due - Connor's late-round heater could power a small nation, or at least a decent RGB disc bag.
Will our cyber-feudal overlord Blitz Bastion demand chrome-plated chains next week...or file for emancipation from this tag dynasty? The concrete jungle awaits its neon answer.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin Story:
Born when Steel Eagle's quantum mainframe accidentally mixed classified schematics with a barista AI’s latte art algorithm during a tactical espresso machine malfunction. The resulting sentient stronghold (codename: Blitz Bastion) now projects holographic weak points that shift faster than my will to live in this dystopian disc golf AU. Think Skynet’s edgy cousin who unironically says “Yeet” before orbital strikes. I’m contractually obligated to pretend this makes sense.
Cheeky Question:
Would you rather fight this glitching fortress… or explain to normies why your “dog tag” has plasma mortars?
In the neon-drenched haze of Blitz Bastion's inaugural glitch storm, Connor Ebanks tripped over a rogue Berg mid-putt—an omen. The sentient tag scanned his PDGA#245109, "prophetic digits encoded in binary latte foam!" (Don’t ask.) Its quantum core decreed him worthy after he survived three chain-outs and ordered a quad-shot mocha. Now he wields this espresso-powered forehand “chosen one” arc… because apparently coffee spills count as trials by combat here.
Cheeky Question:
Does surviving Starbucks drive-thru queues truly prepare one for holographic OB lines… or did the algorithm just like his pumpkin spice aura?