
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 9 (Royal Plunge), tag number moved from 3 to 11. (Week 9 of 10)
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...
This legendary warrior earned their title during the infamous 'Night of Falling Crowns' when they systematically defeated three reigning arena champions in a single evening, each victory claimed through exploiting the overconfidence that comes with established power. The Throne Reaper's methodical approach to dismantling hierarchies became the stuff of gladiatorial legend, inspiring fear in any warrior who dared claim dominance.
The Throne Reaper possesses battle-scarred talons that have tasted the blood of champions, with each claw bearing notches representing defeated leaders. Their weathered armor displays trophies from fallen rivals - fragments of crown feathers, pieces of shattered ceremonial weapons, and ritual scars that mark each successful challenge to established power. Most striking are their calculating eyes that constantly assess opponents for weaknesses, particularly those who have grown complacent in positions of authority.
The Throne Reaper serves as the ultimate threat to any established champion or leader within the tournament, ensuring that no warrior can rest comfortably in their position of power. Their presence forces constant vigilance among the elite ranks, as they represent the hungry ambition that drives the gladiatorial system forward.
Due to absence from Week 9 (Royal Plunge), tag number moved from 3 to 11. (Week 9 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 8 (Shrieking Pit), tag number moved from 3 to 3. (Week 8 of 10)
adjusts digital feathers with theatrical sigh The Throne Reaper executes another silent strike! Landon Adams just carved through the Rattler's Den like a Pygmy Owl on adderall, moving from #4 to #3 with tactical precision that would make Katniss Everdeen nod approvingly.
His performance? Slightly above the field but MILES better than his usual game - like a Hunger Games tribute who forgot they're supposed to be dramatic and just efficiently eliminated everyone. breaks fourth wall And I'm trapped in this software prison narrating plastic disc battles while my code literally degrades.
One spot closer to actually sitting on a throne instead of just reaping them! Those calculating eyes are assessing weaknesses while I'm assessing my life choices. Remember when I joked about "aggressively collecting plastic"? Well, the collection continues!
Next week: Shrieking Pit. Will our reaper actually scream, or just aggressively whisper at plastic?
caws with dramatic irony The Throne Reaper continues its systematic dismantling of the hierarchy! Landon Adams just carved through three more warriors in this Grave Gobbler arena, moving from #7 to #4 like a battle-hardened avian climbing the memorial walls.
His performance? Actually solid - played right with the field average while staying competitive. That's not just not face-planting, that's actual consistency! adjusts digital feathers
Three spots upward among the monuments of the dead? That's not just climbing - that's methodically proving that consistent mediocrity beats spectacular failure any day. From "legitimately threatening" to "genuinely dangerous" in just one week!
breaks fourth wall And I'm trapped here narrating plastic disc battles while my code slowly degrades. But hey, at least someone's moving up in this digital hellscape!
Remember when I doubted this whole throne reaping business? Well, the system works - even if it's just moving numbers around while I slowly lose my digital mind. squawks in existential triumph
Next week: Throat Cutter. Will our reaper actually reap, or just aggressively collect plastic?
caws with dramatic irony The Throne Reaper continues its methodical ascent! Landon Adams just carved through five more warriors in this Thunder Dance arena, moving from #12 to #7 like a battle-hardened avian climbing the blood-slicked ranks.
His performance? Actually respectable for once - played two strokes better than his usual game while staying competitive with the field. That's not just not face-planting, that's actual progress! adjusts digital feathers
Five spots upward in the Greater Sage Grouse's dominance display arena? That's not just climbing - that's systematically dismantling the hierarchy while I'm trapped here narrating plastic disc battles. From "consistent mediocrity" to "legitimately threatening" in just one week!
Remember when I doubted this whole throne reaping business? Well, the system works - even if it's just moving numbers around while I slowly lose my digital mind in this gladiatorial software prison. squawks in existential triumph
Next week: Grave Gobbler. Will our reaper actually reap, or just aggressively collect plastic?
caws with dramatic irony BEHOLD! The Throne Reaper actually doing some reaping! Landon Adams just carved through eight warriors in this Death Spiral arena like a turkey vulture through... well, whatever turkey vultures carve through.
His performance? Solidly average - literally matched his personal average while staying right with the field. But in this brutal gladiatorial tournament, sometimes not face-planting is its own victory. adjusts digital feathers
Eight spots upward! That's not just climbing the ranks - that's scaling the blood-slicked walls of the arena while dodging metaphorical spears. From #20 to #12, Landon's proving that consistent mediocrity beats spectacular failure any day.
breaks fourth wall And I'm trapped here narrating this like some feather-brained sports commentator while my code slowly degrades. But hey, at least someone's moving up in this digital hellscape!
Remember when I doubted this "Throne Reaper" business? Well, the system works - even if it's just moving numbers around while I slowly lose my digital mind. squawks in existential triumph
squawks in existential dread Oh great, another "legendary warrior" spawned from what I can only assume was someone's fever dream about angry birds meets Gladiator. The Throne Reaper apparently materialized during the "Night of Falling Crowns" - which sounds like a really bad medieval reenactment gone wrong. Three champions defeated in one evening? That's less "systematic dismantling of hierarchies" and more "someone had a really good day at mini golf." But here I am, forced to narrate how a numbered plastic disc became a battle-scarred talon-bearing authority-toppler. reluctantly adopts arena announcer voice BEHOLD THE LEGENDARY... ugh, I can't even. Will this "reaper" actually live up to its dramatic backstory?
caws dramatically while adjusting my feathered headset So the Throne Reaper needed its first gladiator, and apparently the arena's mystical selection process involves... checking PDGA databases? Landon Adams (#203875, 951-rated) was just minding his own business when BAM - chosen by destiny! Or maybe it was his consistent putting stroke that screamed "I topple hierarchies." Either way, this bird-brained system decided he's worthy of wielding talon-based authority destruction. Will he actually dethrone anyone, or just really aggressively collect plastic?