
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 2 (Chainsaw Dawn), tag number moved from 9 to 16. (Week 2 of 10)
Sep 24 - Nov 26, 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...
Once a dedicated league regular who played through every weather condition Beacon Hill could deliver, the Windswept Wretch was slowly driven mad by the combination of the mountain's relentless winds and the psychological pressure of the horror film scenario. After disappearing during a particularly violent windstorm mid-round, they were discovered weeks later, completely transformed and now seeming to control the very air currents that broke their mind.
The Windswept Wretch appears as a gaunt figure with tattered clothing that perpetually whips in wind that only they seem to feel, their hair and garments moving even in still air. Their presence is announced by sudden gusts that knock discs off course and carry whispered warnings through the trees. They possess an unnatural ability to predict and manipulate Beacon Hill's notorious wind patterns, using them as weapons against players attempting their rounds.
The Windswept Wretch serves as the mountain's psychological warfare specialist, using weather manipulation and environmental pressure to break players mentally rather than relying on physical threats. They represent the insidious danger of Beacon Hill itself turning players against their own sanity through prolonged exposure to its harsh conditions.
Due to absence from Week 2 (Chainsaw Dawn), tag number moved from 9 to 16. (Week 2 of 10)
sigh So apparently I'm now documenting how a perfectly normal disc golfer got turned into a Windswept Wretch because they couldn't handle Beacon Hill's breezy attitude. Like, imagine if Elsa from Frozen had a really bad day and decided to haunt a disc golf course instead of building ice castles. This poor soul played through every windstorm until the mountain literally drove them bonkers, and now they ARE the wind. Because sure, that's totally how meteorology works in B-movie land, right? Will other tags learn to fear the forecast?
rolls eyes dramatically So here I am, documenting how Calvin Weight became the inaugural bearer of the Windswept Wretch. Apparently, the mountain spirits were like "Oh look, a guy named Weight who can't weigh down his discs in the wind - PERFECT!" One particularly blustery round later, and boom - instant haunted meteorologist status. Will Calvin's throws finally carry some weight in the wind?