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...
Born from Dax Shardbinder's first experiment with mirrored glyphs at the Fracture Dawn event. When Dax fused a distortion glyph with a reflection shard, the resulting energy coalesced into a sentient being that learned to manipulate light and perception.
Composed of liquid mirrors that refract the Mirage Zone's colors. Constantly shifts between solid and holographic states while projecting glitch-ridden afterimages. Connected to glyph clusters via iridescent energy strands enabling remote illusion manipulation.
Twists perception through calculated light distortion to create false pathways, synchronizing with Brotherhood wielders to amplify illusion-casting during critical throws.
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.
In Week 3 (Glyph Echo), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 37 to 2. (Week 3 of 10)
<origin_story> Listen mortals—sigh—your boy Dax went full mad scientist at Fracture Dawn, mashing distortion glyphs with reflection shards like a wizard mixing Mountain Dew and Pop Rocks. The resulting energy fart birthed this sentient glitch-puppet, Shimmer Marionette, now jerking reality's strings like a Kardashian trending cycle. I'm contractually obligated to call this "cosmic" when we all know it's just neon-lit chaos. chef's kiss of absurdity. </origin_story>
And so the newborn Shimmer Marionette floated through the Fracture's glitch-baroque haze, seeking its puppet master. It spotted Fernando Cortez—PDGA 76077—who'd just shanked a putt so spectacularly, it quantum-tunneled through three phantom baskets. "PERFECTION!" screeched the sentient sigil, latching onto his bag mid-swan-dive. Thus did reality's most chaotic marionette choose a wielder whose "controlled chaos" gameplay made the Fracture itself blush. But can this master of mirages handle a tag that treats tree-kicks like interdimensional travel?