Victorious Faction
The Brood
The Brood is a mysterious group of disc golfers who have fallen under the sway of the monsters. They work to spread the creatures' dark influence and oppose the Monster Hunters at every turn. Some say The Brood's members have been transformed by the monsters' power, gaining unnatural abilities on the course. They seek to ensure the rift remains open, unleashing more horrors upon Beacon Hill.
Faction Leader
Enigma, The Shrouded One
Little is known about the figure known as Enigma, The Shrouded One. They are always seen wearing a hooded cloak and an expressionless mask. Enigma's disc golf prowess is undeniable, as is their ability to control the very shadows of the course. Some whisper that Enigma is not entirely human, or perhaps never was.
Members
16Divisions
This faction emerged victorious in Week 7, advancing their narrative in the ongoing conflict.
Victory points are calculated based on player performance relative to rating, special achievements like aces and CTPs, and community contributions. Pool multipliers are applied based on division ratings and demographics to ensure balanced competition.
Malachi Vazquez #162249
Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
Wielding the power of Malevolent Mimic (#13), Malachi demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +65 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Ghostly Greens
The battle for Beacon Hill has reached new heights as the Monster Hunters, led by Captain Cassidy "Ace" Zane, have confronted supernatural terrors from Gillman to Wendigo, even as The Brood’s sabotage has drained their edge by targeting their glow-charged discs. Professor Hess has deepened the fight with tactical UV amplifiers and spectral analysis, while the tireless efforts of Derik Thomas, Josh Rowberry, and Skyler Hall have shaped hard-won victories through both specialization and adaptability. Each encounter has revealed not only mounting horrors—evolving monsters, warped fairways, and a monolith branded with Brood sigils—but also the rising price of power and the strain of mistrust sown by their enigmatic adversaries. As the runes pulse and the boundaries between light and shadow blur, teamwork and ingenuity have become both shield and weakness, with every drained disc hinting at greater dangers to come. With the monolith awakened and The Brood learning to twist the rift, the Monster Hunters sense that their final trial may far surpass any nightmare they’ve faced before.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Hook:
The putting greens of Beacon Hill shimmered under unearthly lights as a smoldering alien craft lay half-buried in the turf. I stepped onto the emerald surface, discs in hand, sensing the hum of rift energy pulsing beneath every blade of grass. 🚀
Scene 1 – Discovery:
Captain Cassidy “Ace” Zane knelt beside an abandoned holo-table where Professor Hess had been mapping rift resonance. The UV nodes blinked erratically, casting fractured beams across a half-decoded holomap. Derik’s spectral analyzer lay nearby, its readings frozen mid-scan. “She left us a pattern,” he muttered, tapping the console. The encrypted data hinted at a precise UV frequency and hyzer angle—our first real clue to destabilizing the rift. 🔍🎯
Scene 2 – Infiltration:
From the shadows, “Hess” emerged, her expression grave. But something was off—her gait too mechanical, her voice pitched a fraction too high. I studied the disc cradled in her hand: the spin lines didn’t match her usual release. “Interesting,” I whispered, scanning the flight path trail. My disc-forensic instincts screamed that this wasn’t my mentor. The hyzer variance—twelve point three degrees instead of the expected eleven point eight—gave her away in an instant. 😶🌫️
Scene 3 – The Mimic’s Slip:
“Hess,” I said quietly, “you’re running a UV output of 4.2 kilolux when the formula calls for 3.9.” The impostor froze. In that heartbeat, Derik seized the moment, extracting the true parameters from the mimic’s error. The secret formula glowed on his wrist display: the exact UV wavelength and hyzer angle needed to sever the rift’s tether. 🌠🧰
Scene 4 – Confrontation:
Alien warriors poured from the downed craft, their blistering plasma shafts carving scorch marks in the grass. “Formation Delta, UV-hyzer grid!” I barked. Discs arced in synchronized volleys, painting the night with neon barricades. I drew my silver-forged putter and quipped once—“Looks like a standard putter, right? Nope. Forged from blessed silver to take down lycanthropes. Saved my life at Worlds in ’07.”—then launched the final shot that shattered their advance. ⚔️🥏
Scene 5 – Resolution:
As the last alien recoiled into the riftese void, Derik secured the weaknesses formula in his spectral recorder. The green faded back to normal, and the holomap reassembled itself under the monolith’s glow. We had what we needed, but Hess was gone—taken through the very portal we aim to close. 🏆
Reflection & Seeds:
We gathered beneath the monolith, its runes pulsing with newfound data. The team’s resolve hardened: rescue Professor Hess, complete the formula, and finish what we started. But in the flicker of shadow at the treeline, I glimpsed Enigma’s silhouette, their promise of “evolution” echoing in my mind. The next round won’t be about repelling monsters—it’ll be about saving one of our own. 🌑
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