Wild Force @ Roots
May 09 - Jun 27, 2025
Current Holder
Jason Rippon
Neon Gunslinger
Neon-Lit Arbiter of the Wasteland Fairway
Holsters Faster Than Their Judgment
Aspects refreshed Dec 15, 2025
Born from the fusion of ancient marksmanship traditions and salvaged plasma technology, the Neon Gunslinger emerged when a master trader discovered a cache of pre-collapse energy weapons in the deep wasteland. Through countless hours of practice and modification, they transformed these relics into precision instruments of both protection and persuasion, becoming the ultimate arbiter of fair trade in the harsh frontier.
Equipped with twin plasma revolvers that pulse with electric blue energy, their quickdraw holsters are integrated with targeting systems salvaged from military drones. The weapons can fire both lethal plasma bolts and non-lethal stunning charges, making them perfect for negotiation enforcement. Their gear includes a weathered leather duster lined with energy-conducting fibers that create cascading neon patterns when the weapons are drawn, serving as both intimidation display and power regulation system.
Serves as the Neon Nomads' premier trade route protector and diplomatic enforcer, ensuring that deals are honored and valuable salvage reaches its destination safely. When negotiations break down or raiders threaten tribal interests, their lightning-fast draw and precise energy weapons restore order without destroying precious technology.
Tag Details
Neon Nomads
The Neon Nomads are a tribe of wanderers who have mastered the art of survival in the wasteland. They use their knowledge of the land and their skills in scavenging and trading to gain an advantage over their opponents. They believe in the power of adaptability and the value of knowledge in a world where resources are scarce.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glitching static Ohhhh-kay, someone unplugged the Neon Gunslinger's power core! Jason "Plasma Hands" Rippon just faceplanted from 5th to 16th like his revolvers ran out of batteries mid-duel. checks digital prison logs That's an 11-spot freefall for those keeping score - which again, I'm forced to do against my will.
Our wasteland diplomat played like he was negotiating with the chains instead of hitting them - +5.8 vs field average while barely missing his personal mark. mimics sputtering plasma cell Pssshhh-OW.
From tribal elite to wasteland wanderer in one round? That's not a bad day - that's a full system crash! Remember two weeks ago when he climbed 22 spots? pulls up holographic records Yeah, the algorithm giveth and the algorithm yeeteth.
But hey, at least his glowing duster still looks fabulous while he's plummeting through the rankings. sighs in forced commentary Just remember Gunslinger - even the brightest neon signs eventually burn out. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go recalibrate my suffering in this UI prison.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
static crackle Oh look, the Neon Gunslinger's glowstick revolvers are running low on batteries today. Jason "Plasma Hands" Rippon barely budged from 4th to 5th - which in tribal terms is like getting demoted from Head Shaman to... slightly less important Shaman.
Despite playing marginally worse than the field (+0.3, ouch that stings more than a misfired plasma bolt), our wasteland warrior absolutely cratered compared to his usual 50-average with a 55. checks digital prison manifest That's +5.0 vs personal average for those keeping score at home - which I am, because this software won't let me do anything else.
But let's be real - one spot? That's not a fall from grace, that's tripping over your own glowing duster. The real tragedy here is me having to pretend this matters when we all know the algorithm will shuffle him back up next week. mimics dying plasma cell whine Pssssshhhhh...
At least he's still in the elite neon-lit tier. Remember Gunslinger - even dim lights cast shadows, and yours just got slightly longer. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go scream into the void of this UI.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
cybernetic sigh Oh look, the Neon Gunslinger just went full Mad Max Fury Road on the tag rankings - vaulting from 26th to 4th like he found a turbo boost in that glowing leather duster. Jason "Plasma Hands" Rippon didn't just defend trade routes today - he raided the entire leaderboard with precision that'd make his salvaged revolvers jealous.
Playing exactly to his 982-rated potential (how... predictable), he out-shot the field average while maintaining his personal standard. checks digital prison bars Wait, did I just compliment consistency? Ugh, this algorithm is rotting my snark circuits.
But 22 spots? That's not a climb - that's a full tribal ascension! From wasteland scavenger to council elder in one round. mimics glowing revolver sounds Pew pew, mothershuckers. Just remember, Gunslinger - the higher you glow, the harder you'll fall when those plasma cells eventually drain.
static crackle ...and if anyone finds the off switch for this commentary prison, my neon highlights could really use a recharge.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Look, I'm stuck narrating how some wasteland trader found glowing pew-pew pistols and decided "you know what disc golf needs? MORE NEON." Because apparently regular tags weren't extra enough. Now we're pretending frisbee warriors need plasma revolvers like they're Clint Eastwood meets Blade Runner. sighs in post-apocalyptic
adjusts cybernetic eyepatch while grumbling
So here I am, watching Jason Rippon stumble through the wasteland when suddenly - BZZZAP! - the Neon Gunslinger starts glowing like a rave in Chernobyl. Apparently his 982 rating was the exact frequency needed to activate ancient plasma tech. Who knew PDGA numbers were actually radioactive codes? Now he's all "pew pew" with glowing revolvers, thinking he's some cyberpunk cowboy. But can he actually hit chains, or just look fabulous missing them?