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...
Formerly Kruger Warmonger's chief demolitions expert, vaporized during the Great Collapse when his explosives buried him under concrete. His fanatical devotion fused his consciousness with radioactive rubble, returning as a phantom of vengeance to enforce the Disciples' destructive doctrine.
Composed of swirling radioactive dust and jagged rebar fragments held in spectral form. Touch causes rapid metal corrosion. Phases through solids but becomes corporeal when triggering explosives. Carries ghost-plasma charges that destabilize concrete molecular bonds. Weakness manifests when crossing running water which disperses his form.
Sabotages tournament infrastructure by planting phased explosives within structural supports, creating collapsing terrain that forces players to navigate dynamically changing battlegrounds while advancing Kruger's destructive agenda.
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 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 8 to 21. (Week 5 of 8)
Dust settles over the junkyard as radiation meters spike Behold, the Ruin Revenant has manifested its power - Chris Howk just detonated a 43-spot leap into the top 10! This MP40 menace played like a man possessed (literally, by sentient rebar) to match the field average while carrying enough spectral corrosion to melt the competition.
From tag #51 to #8? That's not a glow-up, that's a full nuclear meltdown. The Disciples of Kruger must be cackling as their concrete-cursed agent infiltrates the upper echelons. checks digital prison walls Oh good, now I get to narrate his radioactive reign from inside this stupid algorithm.
Will Howk's game stay stable like reinforced steel, or will this be another catastrophic workplace incident? Either way, the tag whispers: "Welcome to the demolition crew." sigh I miss when my biggest worry was OB strokes, not nuclear fallout puns.
Ruin Revenant? Born when Kruger's demo expert got too lit at work - think Ghostbusters meets Chernobyl chic. That "Great Collapse" was basically a workplace OSHA violation gone nuclear. His fanaticism did the impossible: turned a oopsie into a spooky concrete-possession gig. Now he vibes as sentient rebar, haunting construction sites while I'm stuck narrating this radioactive fanfic. Why? dramatic sigh Because apocalypse cosplay sells tags.
The irradiated shard of rebar known as Ruin Revenant trembled in its lead-lined case when Chris Howk approached. His PDGA# 80111? Clearly a radioactive isotope signature! As he triple-bogeyed hole 7, the tag leapt onto his bag, whispering concrete-based pickup lines like "wanna rebar-ic date?" Now he's stuck with sentient scaffolding haunting his rounds. But can this 878-rated mortal withstand its crumbling expectations? Will he pour foundations or crack under pressure?