

Derik Thomas #285048


Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
Wielding the power of Spectral Stalker (#1), Derik demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +0 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Graveyard Shift
Gabriel Casdorph has witnessed the opening of a mysterious rift on the Beacon Hill Disc Golf Course, unleashing a vintage movie vampire. Joining forces with fellow players, Gabriel wields his Twilight Terror bag tag and glow-in-the-dark discs to battle the creature, establishing the Monster Hunters. As the rift pulses with malevolent energy, strange figures lurk in the shadows, hinting at a deeper mystery. With an ancient evil laughing in the darkness, the stage is set for an epic showdown between the Monster Hunters and the horrors that threaten to consume Beacon Hill.



Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Graveyard Shift - Episode 2: The Professor's Secret
The full moon hung like a spotlight over Beacon Hill, casting long shadows across the course. I'd seen enough horror films to know what that meant - we were in for one hairy situation. π
"Paw prints," I announced, crouching beside the tee pad of hole 7. "But not your average coyote tracks. These are something else." Derik Thomas knelt beside me, his Spectral Stalker bag tag glowing with an eerie blue light. π
"They're huge," he whispered, placing his hand next to one for scale. "And they seem to change as they go - starting human, then..." He trailed off, not wanting to state the obvious.
"Then becoming something altogether more interesting," came a cultured voice from behind us. We turned to find a tall, distinguished woman in a tweed jacket, looking more suited for a university lecture hall than a disc golf course at midnight. "I'm Professor Elena Hess, and I believe I can help explain what you're dealing with." π©βπ«
I sized her up with the practiced eye of someone who's seen too many monsters masquerading as academics. "You seem to know an awful lot about our situation, Professor. Care to share how?" βοΈ
The Professor adjusted her wire-rimmed glasses, her expression grave. "Because I'm the one who opened the rift. It was an accident - an experiment in theoretical physics gone wrong. I've been trying to make it right ever since."
Derik's Spectral Stalker tag pulsed brighter, as if sensing the weight of her confession. He'd been tracking the entity for weeks, learning its patterns, and now everything clicked. "The Stalker - it's connected to all this, isn't it?" π
"Indeed," Professor Hess nodded. "When the rift opened, it transformed the old groundskeeper's spirit. But that's not our immediate concern." She pointed to the tracks. "Tonight, we face something far more corporeal."
A howl split the night, closer than comfort would allow. I pulled out my special putter - the one with the silver-infused plastic that had saved my life more times than I care to count. "Professor, I hope you've got more than theories to help us with this situation." πΊ
She smiled, reaching into her bag to produce what looked like a modified UV flashlight. "Oh, I've come prepared. The wavelength of your glow discs - it's not just phosphorescent paint. When properly energized, they create a frequency that disrupts supernatural entities."
Derik was already pulling out his collection of glow discs. "Like how the Spectral Stalker reacts to moonlight? That's why our discs affect these creatures!" π₯
"Precisely," the Professor confirmed. "Now, shall we go hunting?"
The next hour was a blur of coordinated throws and tactical positioning. The werewolf was faster than our vampire friend from last week, but with the Professor's light amplifying our glow discs' power, we had the advantage. Derik's experience tracking the Spectral Stalker proved invaluable - he could predict where our furry friend would emerge from the shadows. π―
When the final shot connected, the werewolf let out a howl that shook the trees. It collapsed, transforming back into human form - a local player who'd been missing since sunset. They would recover, but the encounter left us with more questions than answers.
"The rift is getting stronger," Professor Hess observed, studying her instruments. "Each monster that comes through changes the course's fundamental nature. We need to seal it before-" π±
A distant roar cut her off. Near the treeline, I spotted a cloaked figure watching us. They raised a hand in what might have been greeting or warning, then melted into the shadows.
"Well," I sighed, helping our recovered colleague to their feet, "looks like this case just got more complicated. But at least now we've got some academic backup." π²
Professor Hess's equipment beeped ominously. "And not a moment too soon. The readings I'm getting from the rift... something's coming. Something big."
I couldn't help but smile grimly. After all, I'd seen this before. Different course, different monsters, same old story. But this time, we had science on our side. Whether that would be enough... well, that's a mystery for another night. π
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