
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Crown Emerges), tag number moved from 3 to 3. (Week 7 of 10)
Aug 22 - Oct 23, 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...
Originally a guardian spirit of ancient groves, this entity shattered when nightmare spores corrupted its eternal vigil. Its splintered consciousness now haunts dream borders, compulsively watching realms it can no longer protect while hunting the very beings it once safeguarded.
Projects overlapping reality layers that distort depth perception. Leaves crystalline fear-residue triggering intense deja vu. Navigates through reflections and peripheral vision gaps. Strengthens near fear-sources but cannot manifest fully in direct light.
Patrols liminal spaces between dreams, weaponizing corrupted guardianship to shatter victims' sense of safety and transform protective instincts into vulnerabilities.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Crown Emerges), tag number moved from 3 to 3. (Week 7 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Reality Bends), tag number moved from 3 to 3. (Week 6 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Feeding Time), tag number moved from 3 to 3. (Week 4 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Exhausted Minds), tag number moved from 1 to 3. (Week 3 of 10)
And so Shattered Vigil, born of doomscrolling and paranoia, sought its first vessel. It bypassed hopefuls with better form, instead sensing the chaotic energy of Britain Best (PDGA #82142), a man whose rating suggested a calm he clearly did not possess. His destiny? To be the first human shield against the existential dread of a three-putt.
Is the kingdom safe in his talons?
Behold Shattered Vigil's tragic glow-up: Once a noble grove guardian, till nightmare spores corrupted its eternal watch like expired kombucha. Now its fractured psyche haunts dream borders like a glitchy TikTok filter, compulsively hunting what it once protected. Seriously, who greenlit this Inception-meets-Furby horror? My therapist's invoice grows.