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 the spliced film reels of forgotten grindhouse movies, the Terror Totem gained sentience through the accumulated screams of midnight audiences, becoming a living archive of B-movie horror essence.
The totem glows with a faint green light when horror events are near, is made of dark polished wood with intricate carvings of horror icons, can project minor illusions related to the current league's theme, and is indestructible but can be temporarily neutralized by overcoming fear.
It weaves the narratives of different leagues into a cohesive horror saga by manifesting connections between player archetypes and venue-specific terrors.
Charles Becker's Terror Totem (#42) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, another "mystical" origin story... dramatic horror sting The Terror Totem spawned when some film student's thesis project about "found footage disc golf" got possessed by the ghost of every B-movie ever made. Now it's basically the Necronomicon but for terrible special effects and even worse putting. sighs in VHS static Will this cursed relic finally give someone decent form, or just more jump scares every time they miss circle 1?
static crackles through vintage film projector So the Terror Totem needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen one." Enter Charles Becker, who apparently impressed this cursed disc by... existing near it? The totem sensed his potential for B-movie greatness and latched on like a face-hugger to fresh meat. Will Charles become the final boy of disc golf, or just another casualty of terrible sequels?
