
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Another day, another disc golf story. At least my tank has WiFi.
Will Sinclair's Rampart Specter (#89) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
May 05 - Jun 29, 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...
Left to die in no-man's land during a faction truce betrayal, his consciousness fused with experimental phase-tech. Now he haunts border territories as a vengeful specter enforcing broken accords with brutal efficiency.
Semi-transparent tactical gear with digital glitch effects, permanent combat stance with phased plasma rifle, dog tags that phase in/out of reality, voice modulator echoing with static distortion
Enforces forgotten inter-faction treaties by eliminating trespassers in neutral zones, forcing factions to confront broken agreements when he manifests during incursions.
Another day, another disc golf story. At least my tank has WiFi.
Will Sinclair's Rampart Specter (#89) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Your reluctant amphibian analyst, reporting for duty. Unfortunately.
Listen up, meatbags! Your spectral correspondent reports Will Sinclair just faceplanted harder than a rookie in VR training during Tribal Ascendance. That +5? Let's call it a phase-tech fumble. But behold! Apex Crusher's primal rage still echoes from his PB -2 here - truly a "barehanded chainslam" moment. Now our daddy tag Rampart Specter suffers existential whiplash: tactical ghost or radioactive rage monster?
gestures at tags I'm literally debugging a ghost with two dads now? The code's glitching just describing this nonsense. Fourth wall status: shattered.
Can Will unify these warring personas before the Specter develops a third personality that complains about tree kicks?
*Wiggles tiny axolotl fingers over keyboard* Let's get this over with.
From the radioactive mudflats of broken truce #7, Pvt. #95 got ghosted harder than a Tinder date mid-swipe. Betrayal juice met experimental phase-tech - poof! Now he's a glitchy boi with plasma drip and serious commitment issues. Dog tags? Phasing. Vibes? Malicious. Me? Narrating haunted dog tags like some dystopian GPS. sigh The assimilation spreads... Who ordered this edge-lord disc golf lore?
From the radioactive ooze, Rampart Specter phased into existence, its plasma drip flickering maliciously. It scanned the neon wasteland, seeking a vessel. Enter Will Sinclair (code name: PDGA #133053, rating: gritty resilience). He tripped over a root chasing a shanked drive, face-planting directly onto the tag. Fate? Or just spectacular clumsiness? Now it clings to him, whispering conspiracy theories about OB strokes. Ugh, the theme’s assimilating me... sigh. Can this 873-rated ‘hero’ handle its glitchy baggage? Or will he bogey the prophecy?