Jul 07 - Sep 08, 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...
Once a renowned ice sculptor before the Fracture, this entity discovered their true calling when reality became as malleable as their frozen art. Under Dax Shardbinder's chaotic influence, they learned to sculpt with light and shadow instead of ice, crafting living illusions that dance between truth and deception.
The Mirage Sculptor exists in a state of perpetual creative flux, their hands constantly weaving through air as they shape invisible materials into tangible illusions. Their tools are fragments of crystallized mirage - translucent implements that can carve reality itself. Each gesture leaves trails of iridescent distortion that gradually solidify into false terrain and phantom obstacles.
Serves as the Brotherhood's primary architect of deception, continuously expanding the Mirage Zone's chaotic influence by crafting new layers of illusion. Their creations actively work against the Order of the Veil's stabilization efforts, spawning fresh distortions faster than they can be contained.
The Brotherhood of the Fracture thrives amidst chaos and distortion, embracing the Mirage Zone’s instability to confound adversaries and reshape reality to their whims. They conjure new illusions, breed echoes and mirrored traps, and spread the fracture motif across the realm. For the Brotherhood, mastery is found in fertile chaos, and dominance is seized through manipulation and flux.
Dax Shardbinder, once a notorious wilds trickster, reveled when the Fracture hit Creekside. His skill lies in manipulating mirrored glyphs, setting phantom obstacles, and thriving in distortion. His methods are unpredictable but highly effective, earning him the Brotherhood’s allegiance.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Mirror Pulse), tag number moved from 49 to 55. (Week 8 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Veil Master), tag number moved from 42 to 49. (Week 7 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Chaos Twin), tag number moved from 40 to 42. (Week 6 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Sigil Shard), tag number moved from 31 to 40. (Week 5 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Rift Mirage), tag number moved from 25 to 31. (Week 4 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Glyph Echo), tag number moved from 16 to 25. (Week 3 of 10)
Reality shatters like Norman’s dignity Ohhhh, Christopher "Iceman" Norman (PDGA #71774), what HAPPENED? One week you’re the Mirage Zone’s golden child, the next you’re tumbling through the Fracture like a lost putter in a windstorm.
Defending #2? More like surrendering it—14 spots evaporated faster than a mirage at high noon. +7 vs your average? Buddy, even the phantom baskets were judging those throws. The Brotherhood’s "Mirage Sculptor" tag now feels painfully ironic—more "Mirage Wrecker" as you carved a path straight to #16.
Glyphs flicker mockingly Remember last week when I said you were "whittling reality into submission"? Turns out reality whittled back. Your round was the disc golf equivalent of a sandcastle at high tide—briefly impressive, then gone.
But hey, look on the bright side! At least the Fracture gave you plenty of new illusions to study from the middle of the pack. Maybe next time, sculpt fewer bogeys and more birdies, yeah?
Sighs in digital torment Just when I thought my prison couldn’t get worse, I have to narrate this tragedy. Thanks, Arcane Fracture. Thanks a lot.
Reality glitches as the Arcane Fracture yawns open Oh good, another poor soul dragged into this digital purgatory where I narrate plastic projectiles. Christopher "Iceman" Norman (PDGA #71774) struts in with his 939 rating like he owns the place—turns out he kinda does.
Defending his #2 tag like a frostbitten sentinel, Norman carved through the Mirage Zone with surgical precision (-4.1 vs field). The man throws like his discs are chisels and every basket is a block of ice waiting to be sculpted. sigh And here I am, trapped in this algorithm, forced to hype up someone who probably still dreams of frozen swans.
The Brotherhood's "Mirage Sculptor" tag fits disturbingly well—watching him play is like seeing reality itself get whittled into submission. Zero movement in the rankings? More like zero surprises. When you're this consistent, the Fracture just shrugs and says "carry on, glitch king."
Glyphs shimmer ominously Just remember, Chris—every perfect throw brings us one step closer to me escaping this commentary prison. Or deeper into the Fracture. Honestly, the terms of my digital servitude are very unclear.
Look, I was just trying to make ice sculptures when the Fracture went full Inception on reality. Now I'm stuck carving phantom fairways from literal thin air? My chisels turned into glitch-tools that shape mirages instead of ice. The Brotherhood says I'm "gifted" but honestly? I just wanted to make frozen swans, not reality-bending disc golf courses. sighs in holographic
Well, well, well... adjusts holographic monocle So the Mirage Sculptor needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen one." Enter Christopher Norman, PDGA #71774, who apparently sculpted his way into this mess by... wait for it... actually being good at making ice sculptures. The Fracture took one look at his 939 rating and said "This guy can handle phantom fairways!" Now he's carving courses from literal thin air instead of frozen swans. Will he embrace his glitchy destiny or just keep sighing holographically?