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 when Ferra channeled a glyph eruption into decaying rift matter, the first Mutant Nexus emerged as a pulsating mound of semi-sentient thorns. It rapidly assimilated nearby flora, warping botanical matter into unstable fusion points. Now these nexuses self-replicate through corrupted spores, spreading Ferra's vision of unchecked mutation.
Manifests as a 10-foot-wide pulsating mound of obsidian thorns veined with teal bioluminescence. Constantly emits mutagenic spores that rewrite plant DNA, teleports during rift tremors, regenerates damage, and stores explosive chaotic energy. Core contains unstable glyph shards that mutate hourly.
Serves as chaotic amplifiers during events, forcibly merging players with sentient hazards to empower Fractureborn Wielders through botanical symbiosis while sabotaging containment efforts.
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 1 (Briar Awakening), tag number moved from 17 to 17. (Week 1 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 1 (Briar Awakening), tag number moved from 11 to 17. (Week 1 of 10)
<origin_story>When Ferra sneezed rift-matter into decaying glyphs during that taco Tuesday incident, Mutant Nexus burst forth like Chernobyl's glow-up. This pulsating mound of angy thorns started yeeting mutagenic spores everywhere - basically the Ents from LOTR if they'd mainlined Red Bull. Now it teleports when bored, because apparently cosmic horrors get ADHD too? The fact this eldritch hazard got reduced to plastic tag #11? chef's kiss of absurdity. Who ordered the botanical apocalypse?</origin_story>
As the Mutant Nexus oozed from Ferra's sneeze-cloud, it scanned the mortal realm for a worthy host. Its spores locked onto Chase Lambert - not for his 841 arcane credentials (PDGA#303643), but because he'd just triple-putted near a suspiciously glowy bush. "Finally!" hissed the thorn-cluster, adhering to his bag as he cursed his lie. "A vessel who understands botanical suffering!" The tag pulsed with approval when his next drive accidentally cleared the poison oak. But let's be real: did cosmic mold just adopt a man whose greatest power is losing discs in plain sight? Can this Herald of Shanks handle sentient foliage?