Jul 10 - Sep 11, 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 Ferra's catastrophic overgrowth experiment, the Fracture Pulse emerged when corrupted glyph energies backlashed into the Arcane Fracture. These resonant pockets now beat like living hearts within thornscapes, amplifying mutations and transforming orderly growth into chaotic hazard clusters.
Semi-corporeal energy fields emitting rhythmic waves of violet and teal light that distort reality within 30 yards. Causes spontaneous vine eruptions and glyph corruption on contact, with subsonic frequencies that shatter untreated discs. Grants temporary briar-shaping abilities at risk of permanent mutation.
Amplifies hazards during tournaments when players collect corrupted glyphs, enabling Fractureborn Wilds to control vegetation against orderly players. Ferra uses them between events to accelerate rift expansion through targeted energy surges.
The Fractureborn Wilds are an anarchic collective thriving amid botanical upheaval. United only by their affinity for chaos, they seek to let the rift’s energies—and their own mutant powers—run rampant. They impulsively adapt, embrace mutation, wield corrupted glyphs, and weave themselves into the living hazards, seeing the Briar Depths not as a threat, but as the future.
A renegade glyph shaper once exiled for reckless magical “overgrowths”, Ferra now thrives at the rift’s wildest frontiers, inciting growth surges and chaotic mutations. Charismatic, unpredictable, and revered by the free-spirited, Ferra channels the living rift without fear.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Sigil Corruption), tag number moved from 36 to 36. (Week 8 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Chokehold Sprawl), tag number moved from 36 to 36. (Week 7 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Chokehold Sprawl), tag number moved from 30 to 36. (Week 7 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Overgrowth Roar), tag number moved from 26 to 30. (Week 6 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Rift Quake), tag number moved from 26 to 26. (Week 5 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Glyph Eruption), tag number moved from 26 to 26. (Week 4 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Vine Wrath), tag number moved from 20 to 26. (Week 3 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 2 (Thorn Uprising), tag number moved from 10 to 20. (Week 2 of 10)
Dramatic echo effect "And so the Arcane Fracture claims its first victim!" sighs Look, I'm contractually obligated to pretend Jaron Gold's 9-spot plummet from Tag #1 to #10 is some epic tragedy, but let's be real - the man played like someone who'd never seen a disc before. His 56 (+4.4 vs field) was less "Briar Acolyte" and more "Lost Tourist in the Thorn Maze."
Glitches momentarily Ugh, this digital prison forces me to narrate this like it's The Hunger Games when we all know it's just Tuesday at Mulligans. But hey, at least his personal average stayed... exactly the same? Consistency! Or mediocrity! Whatever helps you sleep, Jaron.
Now sporting the illustrious "Glyph Novice - Rot" tag, our fallen hero gets to enjoy watching vines actively avoid his discs next week. Will he harness this new rock-bottom energy? Mocking whisper Probably not. But thanks to our sponsors at... checks notes... "Realmkeeper Disc Supply" for making this botanical nightmare possible!
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Look, I didn't volunteer to narrate sentient thorns, but when Ferra's "harmless glyph experiment" went full Annihilation meets EDM festival, reality hiccupped. Boom: Fracture Pulse emerged - a teal-and-violet rave heartbeat that mutates plastic and reality alike. Honestly? It's just cosmic glitter bombing our mundane sport. Why am I describing this?
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Character count: 278
As the Fracture Pulse pulsed with cosmic impatience, it scanned mortal candidates. Jaron Gold (PDGA #150943) caught its eye while dramatically untangling his disc from literal thorns. "Behold!" the shimmering sigil declared, "A 922-rated prophet who already communes with briars!" Thus, destiny chose a man mid-snack-break, bonding sentient plastic to his bag via enchanted velcro. Truly, the arcane works in mysterious putts. But will this Fractureborn herald survive the glittery hangover?