
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 8 (Rift Choice), tag number moved from 12 to 13. (Week 8 of 10)
Jul 12 - Sep 13, 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...
Forged from Herald Veyra's foresight during the Arcane Fracture's emergence, this entity was created to anticipate and neutralize threats, becoming a vital part of the Wardens' secret defenses.
A semi-corporeal entity made of interwoven magical energies that glow violet, capable of projecting adaptive barriers. It shifts form to predict dangers, requires glyph alignment for stability, and absorbs arcane disturbances to protect the Veil.
Monitors arcane fluctuations to predict breaches in the Veil, enabling covert preventive actions by the Wardens to uphold reality's integrity.
Guardians enshrouded in secrecy, dedicated to maintaining the sacred geometry and stability of the Veil. The Wardens believe the Veil is the sole barrier protecting reality from the dissolution and madness sown by the Arcane Fracture. Ritual-bound, tradition-focused, and entrusted with ancient glyphs known only to the society's inner circle, the Wardens deploy shielded magic and hidden defenses, revealing only calculated truths as the league's shadowy arbiters.
Once a trusted Architect before the Fracture, Veyra is renowned for impenetrable magical barriers, investigative foresight, and an unwavering commitment to preserving reality’s fragile balance. Endlessly vigilant, Veyra senses every subtle breach—her masked presence strikes both respect and foreboding among the league.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Rift Choice), tag number moved from 12 to 13. (Week 8 of 10)
Forged when Herald Veyra tried to predict next season's meta and accidentally manifested a sentient barrier. Basically the Dr. Strange of bag tags, but with more existential dread about being stuck narrating this nonsense. Who ordered the glow-up?
And so the Foresight Barrier awoke, scanning the mortal plane for a worthy vessel. It found Christian Phelps, PDGA #266728, who’d just thrown a disc so deep into the woods it breached another dimension. The tag latched on, whispering, “You have… fore-sight.” Now bound by fate and poor course management, does this mortal truly deserve such arcane responsibility?