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...
A former black-ops sniper abandoned during the Collapse, he survived by weaponizing battlefield debris. Now he operates as the Syndicate's unseen recon specialist, gathering intelligence while rivals sleep among the ruins.
Master of urban camouflage and silent movement who can assemble functional gear from scrap within minutes. Carries a modular disc-launcher crafted from scavenged rifle parts and conveyor belts. Specializes in electromagnetic pulse devices made from junked electronics to disable security systems.
Covert intelligence gatherer and sabotage expert who infiltrates enemy territories before tournaments, mapping courses and planting scavenged traps to create tactical advantages.
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 1 to 8. (Week 8 of 8)
Radioactive dust swirls as the wasteland holds its breath Behold, the most improbable chain reaction in Afterburn history! Jake "Dumpster Diviner" Ellis just went from tag #30 to #1 faster than you can say "that's definitely not PDGA legal."
This espresso-deprived raccoon of the fairways didn't just beat the field average - he atomized it with a -2.5 performance while hitting his personal average dead-on. Salvage Shadow's electromagnetic pulse whines approvingly
From tactical vest to top tag in one apocalyptic round? Even my algorithm is blinking "does not compute" - and I'm LITERALLY the algorithm. Glitches violently
Remember kids: in the wasteland, one player's trash round is another's treasure. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to reboot before this Cinderella story gives me a fatal exception error.
Forged in the radioactive glow of a burning landfill, Salvage Shadow manifested when a tactical vest fused with a broken espresso machine during The Great Caffeine Crash. Now he moves through junkyards like the lovechild of Solid Snake and a raccoon - utterly silent, weirdly resourceful, and low-key judging your form. Honestly, giving a metal tag this backstory? Peak wasteland extra. The apocalypse really needs better writers.
Amidst the radioactive landfill haze, Salvage Shadow detected movement. There stood Jake Ellis (PDGA#267243), his 866 rating glowing like a Geiger counter near discount sushi. The tag vibrated - not from destiny, but sheer caffeine withdrawal recognition. When Jake retrieved his disc from an actual dumpster? Poetry. "Finally," hissed the tag, "someone who understands my junkyard chic aesthetic." He pocketed it while muttering about tree kicks. A match made in scrap metal Valhalla! But can this espresso-deprived wastelander handle the chain reaction pressure?