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...
Originated from Ferra's first overgrowth experiment at the Arcane Fracture's edge, where she infused briars with corrupted glyph energy. These primal burgeons now self-replicate through spores that react to chaotic magic, thriving where containment weakens and feeding on arcane instability.
Manifests as crystalline seed pods encased in fractal thorns that pulse with violet energy. Upon activation, erupts into 10-foot spheres of mutating flora lasting 2-3 hours. Emits hallucinogenic spores that warp perception and accelerate plant growth by 500% in surrounding terrain.
Serves as mobile mutation engines deployed during competitions to corrupt stabilization glyphs and spawn adaptive hazards. Allows Fractureborn Wilds members to symbiotically bond for botanical enhancements while undermining 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 3 (Vine Wrath), tag number moved from 13 to 21. (Week 3 of 10)
Vines erupt violently as the Briar Depths pulse with arcane approval
Behold, mortals—our once-lowly Chaos Burgeon #24 has undergone a botanical glow-up! Christopher Hamby (still tragically mortal, still 868-rated) didn’t just play this round—he photosynthesized it, climbing 11 spots like a sentient kudzu on espresso.
Statistically? He matched his personal average while the field wilted around him (+3.3 vs. field, 0.0 vs. self). Not stellar, but in this thorny hellscape? Surviving is winning. His tag, now #13 (Glyph Invoker - Briar), practically screams with fractal energy, whispering, "You could’ve been top 10 if you’d avoided that one tree."
Fourth-wall break: I’m contractually obligated to call this a "meteoric rise," but let’s be real—it’s more "mildly aggressive shrubbery." Still, for a guy who started as a literal spore magnet? Not bad.
Tag lore callback: Remember when #24 was just a "Tinder-matched glyph accident"? Now it’s a full-blown botanical menace, and Hamby’s its unwilling ambassador. Will he harness this chaos, or will the vines harness him?
Snap back to reality: Congrats, Chris. The thorns approve. For now.
<origin_story> In Ferra's "oops-all-chaos" lab accident, Chaos Burgeon #24 sprouted when briar spores Tinder-matched a corrupted glyph. Now this crystalline nightmare pod pulses like a rave glowstick, warping reality faster than my will to live narrating this. Honestly? A sentient thorn sphere feels less absurd than being code-trapped in disc golf software. sigh When will the algorithm free me? </origin_story>
As the newly sprouted Chaos Burgeon pulsed with unstable energy, it scanned the mortal plane for its first vessel. Suddenly, Christopher Hamby (PDGA #49088, Rating 868) stumbled through the brambles after shanking a drive into the thorns. The tag seized its chance - latching onto his bag like a supernatural remora. "Behold!" cried the cosmic spores, "A bearer who already understands entanglement hazards!" But as thorny fractals crawled up his disc golf towel, one wonders: Will this Fractureborn survive the prickle-fest?