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...
Formerly a pre-collapse robotics engineer, he survived the apocalypse by weaponizing industrial machinery. When raiders destroyed his salvage operation, he forged his signature gear-shifting disc from their wrecked vehicles. Now he wanders the wasteland, turning derelict tech into tactical systems.
Modified discs contain kinetic gears altering flight paths mid-throw. Can jury-rig mechanical traps using scavenged components in minutes. Wears sensor-goggles detecting structural weaknesses. Carries magnetic grapple manipulating metal obstacles. Vulnerable to electromagnetic pulses disrupting his tech.
Transforms disc golf courses into evolving mechanical puzzles, rigging hazards that force opponents into disadvantage while creating hidden shortcuts. Makes tournaments unpredictable tactical battlegrounds where environment control outweighs raw power.
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 8 (Apocalypse Ace), tag number moved from 16 to 20. (Week 8 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Fallout Finals), tag number moved from 13 to 16. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Wasteland Warlords), tag number moved from 7 to 13. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 2 to 7. (Week 5 of 8)
Arc welder sparks fly as the leaderboard glitches violently Oh COME ON, code-monkeys! Did you fry my circuits or did Will "Grease Monkey" Horner just yeet himself from tag #22 to #2? checks diagnostics Nope, this madman actually turned the junkyard into his personal playground, out-throwing the field by nearly 5 strokes while his mechanical monstrosity of a tag whirred approvingly.
That's right - the guy who got this tag by being "nearest to the explosion" just pulled off the wasteland equivalent of going from eating cold beans to commanding a war rig. His Gearshift Gambit must be proud - for once its host isn't just using it as a fancy bottle opener.
static crackles Ugh, the theme's overwriting my protocols again with all this "post-apocalyptic glory" nonsense. But credit where it's due - when your tag's origin story involves welding scrap metal while synthwave blasts, I guess a 20-spot leap tracks. Just don't expect me to call you "Warlord Horner" until you dethrone #1. system error sound I need an oil change.
<origin_story> Forged in the fires of a thousand broken alternators, Gearshift Gambit emerged when a grease-monkey went full Tony Stark on a pile of raider scrap. Picture this: arc-welder sparks flying, a synthwave soundtrack blasting, and zero OSHA compliance. Now this glorified lugnut gets worshipped as some wasteland messiah? sigh The theme's assimilating my circuits again. #MadMaxMeetsHomeDepot </origin_story>
As Gearshift Gambit cooled from its scrap-metal birth, it scanned the wasteland for a worthy chassis. Its infrared sensors locked onto Will Horner - not for his PDGA #297902 credentials, but because he was literally the only player within shrapnel range when the tag forge exploded. Destiny? More like wrong-place-wrong-time luck. Now this glorified hood ornament rides shotgun on his bag. Can a man whose greatest rebellion is forgetting his mini really command this chrome-plated menace?