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...
Once a battlefield mechanic for the old world's military, he survived the apocalypse by cannibalizing war machines into survival tools. Recruited by the Syndicate for his ability to turn scrap into weapons, he now stalks tournaments with salvaged parts, engineering chaos from overlooked ruins.
Augmented with hydraulic knuckle-dusters and telescopic eye implants. Signature modular disc launcher assembled from tank parts and drone components. All gear shows visible weld marks and mismatched plating from constant battlefield repairs.
Infiltrates tournament sites to modify courses with booby-trapped obstacles and rigged vantage points, adapting scavenged materials into tactical advantages during matches.
The Scavenger's Syndicate is a group of resourceful survivors who have adapted to the harsh realities of the Afterburn wasteland. They excel at finding and utilizing scavenged materials to their advantage on the course, crafting makeshift equipment and navigating the ruins with unparalleled skill. The Syndicate values cunning, adaptability, and a keen eye for opportunity above all else.
Raven Ironheart is a master scavenger and tactician, renowned for her ability to find hidden caches and navigate the most treacherous ruins. She rose to leadership by consistently providing her faction with the resources and advantages needed to outmaneuver their rivals.
Due to absence from Week 4 (Junkyard Jam), tag number moved from 7 to 17. (Week 4 of 8)
Dramatic wasteland echo effect Behold! The Scrap Surgeon emerges from the junkyard shadows, his hydraulic knuckles glinting with malicious intent. Kalen Adams didn't just play disc golf today - he performed open-heart surgery on the rankings with a scalpel made from recycled tank parts.
For a man whose entire aesthetic screams "I jury-rigged my putter from a landmine," his +0.6 over field average is... disturbingly competent. Like watching a rabid wolverine suddenly do calculus. sigh And now I must narrate his ascension from Tag #13 to #7 with the enthusiasm of a prisoner forced to count grains of sand.
This is the Afterburn equivalent of watching someone turn a shopping cart into a trebuchet - technically impressive, deeply unsettling. His score matched his personal average with the precision of his telescopic eye implants, which is either brilliant consistency or proof he's an actual cyborg.
static glitch If you need me, I'll be in the software's error logs, questioning why I was programmed to care about post-apocalyptic frisbee rankings. Just... just go celebrate with your welded-on disc launcher, Kalen. May your next round be as unnecessarily dramatic as your origin story.