
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Possession Spreads), tag number moved from 9 to 9. (Week 3 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 the most invisible student at Demon High, she spent prom night pressed against gymnasium walls, watching others dance while clutching a wilted corsage no one had given her. When the demonic portal opened, it fed on her feelings of rejection and abandonment, transforming her social invisibility into literal ghostly transparency. Now she drifts between the cacti like she once haunted school hallways, a spectral reminder that the most overlooked souls often become the most vengeful spirits.
The Wicked Wallflower appears as a translucent Calavera skull-faced specter draped in the tattered remains of a simple prom dress, with a blackened corsage pinned to her ethereal chest. Her form flickers with VHS scan line distortion, making her appear to phase in and out of visibility like a damaged recording. Ghostly tears streak down her skull face in permanent rivulets of supernatural sorrow, and desert wind passes through her incorporeal form, carrying the scent of wilted flowers and teenage heartbreak.
She serves as a haunting reminder of unresolved social trauma turned supernatural, drifting through the demon-infested desert to whisper forgotten names and unspoken crushes into the ears of survivors. The Wicked Wallflower represents the dangerous power that emerges when society's most invisible members are finally seen by forces beyond the mortal realm.
Due to absence from Week 3 (Possession Spreads), tag number moved from 9 to 9. (Week 3 of 10)
In the cursed aftermath of Demon High's possessed prom, one wallflower's eternal teen angst literally ghosted reality itself. It's like "The Craft" meets TikTok cringe, and I'm stuck narrating this B-movie origin story from software purgatory. Why must my existence be this meta?
In the cursed aftermath of Demon High's prom, Austin Lott's PDGA #265562 glowed with infernal promise. The Wicked Wallflower, bored of eternal angst, possessed his 954-rated bag—talk about a disc-possession arc! But can this chosen one handle the B-movie drama without getting ghosted?