
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Crown Emerges), tag number moved from 10 to 10. (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...
Born from Marcus Chen, a recreational player who spent three sleepless nights trying to guard his campsite from imagined owl shadows. His exhaustion-addled mind began adopting the owls' patient hunting methods, leading him to stalk other players with disturbing focus during rounds. When other Pool B players found him motionless behind a tree for twenty minutes, watching them with unblinking eyes, the Lethargic Hunt had claimed its first vessel.
Manifests as a human figure moving with deliberate, energy-conserving slowness that belies an underlying predatory focus. Its movements are economical and calculated, never wasting motion, with an unsettling ability to remain perfectly still for extended periods. The entity retains human intelligence but filters all actions through the patient, methodical hunting instincts of nightmare owls, creating an eerie hybrid of exhausted human and apex predator.
Serves as both warning and catalyst for Pool B players, demonstrating how exhaustion can transform recreational competitors into something unnaturally patient and predatory. It influences events by creating moments where tired players exhibit disturbing hunting behaviors that unsettle teammates while making them more susceptible to the nightmare parliament's influence.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Crown Emerges), tag number moved from 10 to 10. (Week 7 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Reality Bends), tag number moved from 10 to 10. (Week 6 of 10)
stares at screen with owl-like intensity
Oh great, another "nightmare pygmy owl" origin story because THAT'S not unhinged at all... sigh So apparently the Lethargic Hunt spawned when some poor soul's sleep-deprived brain decided to cosplay as a nature documentary predator. Like a discount Planet Earth where David Attenborough got replaced by insomnia and poor life choices. Because nothing says "recreational disc golf" like channeling your inner apex predator energy, am I right? What cursed camping trip birthed THIS particular terror?
adjusts imaginary feathers with exaggerated dignity
So the Lethargic Hunt needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen one"—and apparently the cosmic forces of sleep deprivation gazed upon John Ward (PDGA #191247) with his 927 rating and whispered "This one understands the art of slow-motion stalking." Legend says he once threw a disc so methodically that a real pygmy owl fell asleep watching. But can he embrace the drowsy predator within?