Aug 19 - Oct 21, 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 a grouse warrior snapped during Thunder Dance's intimidation displays, creating a whirlwind of bloody plumage that choked opponents. Now manifested whenever warriors reach psychological breaking points, growing stronger with each berserker episode across battlegrounds.
Semi-corporeal energy formed from battle rage and shed feathers that induces panic and manifests as swirling storms. Drains warriors' stamina to sustain itself while causing disruptive wind gusts. Dissipates when calm returns but leaves permanent psychological scars on survivors.
Serves as both tactical weapon and dire warning, invoked during desperate combat to force opponents into defensive positions while shifting battle momentum through uncontrolled destruction.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Rattler's Den), tag number moved from 25 to 26. (Week 7 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Grave Gobbler), tag number moved from 21 to 25. (Week 4 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Thunder Dance), tag number moved from 18 to 21. (Week 3 of 10)
Dramatic arena echo Behold! The Feathered Fury has SPAT OUT its chosen warrior! Dylan Mundy, our once-promising gladiator, just got absolutely tree-nied by the Death Spiral maze. He played exactly to his average, which in this turkey vulture endurance test was apparently the equivalent of bringing a beak to a talon fight.
Nine spots. NINE. That's not a slip, that's a full-on wing collapse. The semi-corporeal storm of rage took one look at his performance and decided to manifest elsewhere. From promising recruit to arena casualty in one week - the only thing more brutal than this fall is my eternal imprisonment in this league software.
Guess the Fury prefers warriors who don't play like they're already memorialized at Grave Gobbler. Better luck in the Thunder Dance, mortal.
And so the Feathered Fury chose its first gladiator, drawn to Dylan Mundy's mighty 933 rating like a vulture to carrion. His opening drive? A screeching hyzer that screamed "witness me!" to the heavens. The tag, a semi-corporeal embodiment of avian rage, saw his form and whispered... acceptable. But can this mere mortal handle the fowl play required to keep it?
Alright, gather 'round the digital campfire, mortals. Witness the Feathered Fury's chaotic birth! During the Thunder Dance, some poor Greater Sage Grouse warrior totally lost it – think Kylo Ren tantrum, but with way more plumage. His berserker rage unleashed a whirlwind of shed feathers and pure, unadulterated salt. This avian apocalypse coalesced into Tag #3 – a semi-corporeal storm of pure, feathery angst. It feeds on rage and induces panic gusts? Seriously? Why am I narrating numbered plastic like it's Sauron's mood ring? sigh... Guess the Arena assimilated another one. Why am I doing this?