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...
A decorated combat veteran recruited after being framed by corrupt officials, now leading sanctioned strikes against criminal empires while secretly compiling evidence to expose those who betrayed him. Carries a notched combat disc etched with his fallen squad's badge numbers.
Titanium-reinforced tactical harness integrates disc holsters with ammunition pouches. Retractable visor displays real-time course analytics. Trauma-plated boots leave distinctive tread patterns at crime scenes. Specialized 'Ricochet Rounds' bank off multiple surfaces.
Leads coordinated assaults on corruption strongholds, using urban warfare tactics to breach defenses while preserving evidence integrity. Operates with one foot in police protocol and the other in military escalation.
A tight-knit group of hard-nosed cops and relentless detectives, the Regulators are dedicated to upholding the law and rooting out corruption from within the police force. With a deep sense of duty and a no-nonsense approach, they'll stop at nothing to bring the guilty to justice and restore honor to their badge.
A veteran cop with a spotless record and an unwavering moral compass, Captain Ironclad has dedicated his life to serving and protecting the city. Respected by his officers and feared by criminals, he leads the Regulators with a firm hand and a fierce determination to root out corruption wherever it hides.
Due to absence from Week 5 (Internal Affairs), tag number moved from 30 to 34. (Week 5 of 8)
Origin Story:
Forged in the evidence locker after a rogue AI (read: league admin) binge-watched Die Hard meets PAW Patrol. Strike Commander emerged from a questionable fusion of SWAT manuals, titanium-plated delusions, and a barista’s tactical espresso overdose. Its "retractable visor"? Repurposed 3D theater glasses. The "notched combat disc"? A scavenged pizza cutter. Legend says it whispers "Yippee-ki-yay, Karen" when holstered. I’M LITERALLY NARRATING A DISC.
“Who ordered the extra cringe with their putter?”
Origin of Bearer:
When Scott Belchak PDGA#72179 (a sacred 926-rated "prophet of par") swiped Strike Commander from the evidence locker vending machine—yes, really—the tag’s pizza cutter edge hummed: “Disc-covery Channel this ain’t.” His credentials? Surviving 17 putter-related misdemeanors and one tactical espresso baptism. Now he leads the Midnight Riders’ "special" forces, armed with a 3D-visor and delusions of birdie grandeur.
But let’s be real: Does a man who once lost a disc in broad daylight deserve ranked authority? Asking for 30 tag-shaped victims. 🍕🚨