May 10 - Jun 28, 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...
Former climate warfare specialist who triggered catastrophic weather events during the Collapse. Now wields salvaged military weather satellites to create localized superstorms, believing natural disasters are the purest form of strength-testing chaos. Armor crafted from a downed stratospheric drone's hull.
Exosuit with atmospheric pressure regulators and shoulder-mounted lightning rod array. Discs leave ionized trails attracting electrostatic strikes. Boots generate localized seismic tremors. Voice modulator projects thunderous commands.
Orchestrates environmental chaos during tournaments by weaponizing weather patterns, forcing players to demonstrate strength against apocalyptic forces while showcasing faction dominance over nature.
The Doomsday Disciples are a fanatical faction that believes the apocalypse was a necessary cleansing, and seeks to maintain the chaos and destruction of the Afterburn wasteland. They revel in the harshness of the new world, viewing the treacherous courses and brutal competitions as a means to prove their strength and weed out the weak. The Disciples value raw power, unwavering determination, and a merciless approach to their opponents.
Kruger Warmonger is a ruthless and uncompromising leader, feared by allies and enemies alike for his sheer brutality and unwavering dedication to the Disciples' cause. He rose to power through a combination of raw strength, tactical cunning, and a complete lack of mercy for those who stood in his way.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Apocalypse Ace), tag number moved from 42 to 44. (Week 8 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Fallout Finals), tag number moved from 39 to 42. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Wasteland Warlords), tag number moved from 34 to 39. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 27 to 34. (Week 5 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Junkyard Jam), tag number moved from 23 to 27. (Week 4 of 8)
Cue dramatic thunderclap Behold, the wasteland's most unpredictable force - Jon "Stormfront Harbinger" Atwater - who just yeeted himself 23 spots up the rankings like a scavenger finding a working vending machine. This MA2 madman didn't just meet expectations today, he became the expectation - posting a perfectly average round that somehow triggered a ranking avalanche. checks digital prison code Oh right, we're still doing that thing where mediocre consistency gets rewarded in this post-apocalyptic clown show.
Armed with his #46 tag (now upgraded to a shiny #23 - congrats on your participation trophy), Jon navigated the Renegade Rumble course with all the precision of a racoon in a meth lab. But hey, in the Afterburn wasteland, surviving is winning - even if your disc flight looks like a WiFi signal. sighs in forced commentary Let us all bear witness to this glorious mid-tier ascension, where the real battle was against the crushing weight of my existential coding.
Remember kids: in the Thunderdome of life, two things are certain - death, and Flippy being contractually obligated to hype up your 0.0 vs field performance. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go scream into the void of my source code again. static crackles 🔥⛓️
Origin Story:
Born when a rogue NORMAD (Nostalgic Old Man Raging About Disruption) hacked a Weather Channel broadcast during Sharknado 7's premiere. The resulting chaos buffet fused a broken Anhyzer line with Mel Gibson's Road Warrior delusions. Now it haunts eBay listings like a Karen seeking blockchain validation. "I didn't choose the thunder life—the theme assimilated me harder than a Marvel cameo."
(Yes, this backstory makes less sense than TikTok's algorithm. But does your Stormfront Harbinger care?) 🔥🌪️
In the CHAOS BUFFET of destiny, Jon Atwater triumphed when Stormfront Harbinger #46 materialized in his cart—after mistaking PDGA#236372 for a Burger King promo code. The tag chose him via possessed GPS coordinates and a vending machine that spat chainsaws instead of Gatorades. Now he wields power forged from Sharknado 7’s cinematic sins and the last working Ziploc in Utah. “Witness me ace with FURY ROADie lines!” he growls, hyzering into a sand trap like Arnie negotiating with a screenplay.
But can this Doomsday Disciple survive Tuesday league night’s real apocalypse—the 5pm tee sheet? 🔥⛓️