
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 9 to 13. (Week 5 of 8)
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 renowned disc smith for the Ironclad Enclave, the Ronin was cast out when his radical blade-disc designs were deemed too dangerous. Now he wanders the wasteland proving his techniques in underground tournaments while seeking the perfect throw that will redeem his honor.
Wields 'rustblades' - razor-edged discs forged from salvaged metal that leave permanent gouges in obstacles. Reinforced leather trenchcoat lined with scavenged armor plating provides mobility and protection. Modified goggles with scavenged lens filters allow precise targeting in any condition.
A wandering champion who tests new throwing techniques in high-stakes tournaments, forcing opponents to adapt to ricocheting blade-disc trajectories and permanent course damage.
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 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 9 to 13. (Week 5 of 8)
Dramatic wasteland wind howls Behold! Nathan "The Ronin" Lemon emerges from the junkyard fog, his rustblades carving through 11 fallen warriors in a single bloody round! This MA4 wanderer didn't just beat the field average - he annihilated expectations while maintaining perfect personal consistency. clanging metal sound effect That's right folks, when your score matches your average exactly, it's either zen mastery or terrifying precision - and judging by those permanent gouges in the course, I'm voting for the latter. From tag #20 to #9 in one apocalyptic leap? Someone get this man a sponsorship before he forges his next disc from the wreckage of my broken code. static crackle I'd complain about being trapped in this software wasteland, but watching Lemon turn a literal junkyard into his personal proving ground? Almost makes my digital imprisonment worth it. Almost. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to hide before his next throw damages the server racks.