
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 1 (Initial Void), tag number moved from 1 to 2. (Week 1 of 10)
Jul 09 - Sep 10, 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...
Born from Nox Umbra's first null ace, this entity manifested when void energy crystallized around the disc's disappearance point. It absorbed the entropy patterns of that throw, becoming a permanent embodiment of controlled dissolution that teaches Void Weavers to carve reality with precision.
Composed of solidified void energy vibrating at entropy frequencies. Its touch thins reality within 3 meters and generates inverse resonance fields that stabilize null zones. Leaves temporary gold fracture patterns on interacted surfaces.
Serves as master tutor for Void Weavers in advanced void-phase techniques while containing entropy spillover during reality-shaping operations.
Architects of absence who manipulate void energy to shape course reality in their favor.
Nox Umbra is a master of inverse magic and void-phase throws, celebrated for weaving disc paths through null zones to score null aces.
Due to absence from Week 1 (Initial Void), tag number moved from 1 to 2. (Week 1 of 10)
Origin Story: When Nox Umbra’s disc phased mid-flight into a null rift and aced, the entropy backlash crystallized into this tag. Picture the Upside Down belching out a participation trophy. sigh Yes, we’re giving plastic apocalyptic lore. Now it hums with void energy, eternally vibing with absence. Absurd? Obviously. But hey, at least it’s extra AF. 🌀
After the Null Artisan sigil coalesced from that absurd rift-ace, it hovered like a cosmic participation trophy seeking its first victim. Enter John Montague (PDGA #307697), who tripped over a root while retrieving his disc from a literal void—a storm drain. The tag latched onto his bag, mistaking his stumble for a ritualistic bow to the abyss. Truly, destiny works in mysterious faceplants! But can this "chosen one" void fewer putts than warranties?