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 8, 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.
Jeremy Helt #303024
Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
Wielding the power of Dusk Marauder (#1), Jeremy demonstrated exceptional skill by playing -938 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Monster Mayhem
The Monster Hunters, led by Captain Cassidy "Ace" Zane, have battled ever more terrifying monsters with their enchanted bag tags, transforming hard-fought teamwork and investigative skill into victories even as The Brood, guided by Enigma, have escalated sabotage and division on the warped Beacon Hill course. Cassidy's sharp instincts have exposed a shape-shifting mimic, while Derik Thomas has unlocked the precise formula needed to weaken the rift—though the real Professor Hess has tragically vanished into its depths. Through spectral duels and alien incursions, every victory has twisted the course further, tested bonds, and underscored the mounting price of power as bag tags and team unity are pushed to their limits. The monolith pulses ominously, its runes now a beacon of gathering darkness, while Enigma’s whispered promise of "evolution" tempts the line between heroism and corruption. With Professor Hess lost to the rift and Enigma lurking ever closer, the Monster Hunters have realized their final challenge lies not just in defeating monsters, but in saving their team and Beacon Hill’s very soul.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
<strong>Cassidy "Ace" Zane</strong>: There’s no such thing as a routine drive when you’re hunting monsters, kid. Especially on a night when the very fabric of reality is our final fairway.
I planted my foot on the twisted turf of Beacon Hill’s eighteenth hole. Moonlight glinted off the Mega-Mutant’s fused scales, each limb a grotesque puzzle of Mummy wrappings and Gillman fins. The wind howled with every unhinged roar—a storm stronger than a sponsor’s alibi—and I knew the rift had never been closer to tearing our world apart.
<strong>Professor Hess</strong>: “The UV-hyzer grid is unstable. Every haptic readout is fluctuating at 0.03 seconds out of sync.”
I sketched a finger across the cracked monolith’s runes. The final formula glowed in Hess’s holographic display. We needed synchronized UV-hyzer volleys—four discs at exactly 204.7 degrees to pry open the portal long enough to pull her out.
<strong>Derik Thomas</strong>: “Ready on my mark. Derby Old-school, Spectral Stalker, Phantom Predator—stacked and waiting.”
A flash of light tore through the Mega-Mutant’s chest cavity. Hess collapsed onto the green, breathless but alive. My heart pounded in perfect resonance with the monolith’s dying hum.
<strong>Professor Hess</strong>: “The wavelength… 399 nanometers at a twelve-point-three hyzer. That’s the keystone.”
Jeremy’s Dusk Marauder tag pulsed in his palm. Shadows bent around him, carving a corridor of darkness that peeled the beast’s attention away from Hess. Under his lead, Skyler and Josh rainblasted glowing discs into the core.
<strong>Skyler Hall</strong>: “Vector locked. Three–two–one—throw!”
Discs lanced through void-pockets as if fired from a detective’s silver bullet. The Mega-Mutant staggered, phasing in and out of shadow like a ghost caught in limbo.
I spotted the Brood surging through the smoke, claws and tendrils seeking to snuff our final stand. Josh and Derik unleashed a UV-charged disc barrage, their throws slicing through darkness fields. The Brood recoiled—eyes wide with the realization that unity could still banish corruption.
Then came the whisper behind me—soft as silk, cold as oblivion.
<strong>Enigma</strong>: “Still playing by the old rules, Cassidy? Join me. Embrace the rift’s power. Your sacrifice will birth a new era.”
I felt the weight of my silver-forged putter press against my palm like a confession handwritten in moonlight.
<strong>Cassidy "Ace" Zane</strong>: “Looks like a standard putter, right? Nope. Forged from blessed silver to take down lycanthropes. Saved my life at Worlds in ’07.”
Enigma’s cloak of shadows flickered—just a breath of hesitation.
<strong>Cassidy "Ace" Zane</strong>: “This shot tells a dark story… a story of a monster on the loose. But closing this chapter means more than power. It means sacrifice.”
I set my stance at the center of the UV-hyzer grid. Light fractured around me as every hunter locked eyes on that disc. I inhaled the briny scent of monstrous sweat, the tang of ozone, the last note before the end.
<strong>Cassidy "Ace" Zane</strong>: “I’ve seen this before. Sheboygan, ’89. We lost a lot of good putters that day.”
Then I exhaled. The disc flew—no hyzer too sharp, no speed too great. It cleaved through the darkness field, slammed into the monolith’s heart, and shattered the rift’s spine in a cascade of cerulean sparks.
The Mega-Mutant let out one final, warped howl before imploding into dust and shadow. The Brood disintegrated, their dark power scorched away like ink in rain. Enigma’s silhouette warped, then wavered until only a whisper echoed in the empty night.
<strong>Enigma</strong> (fading): “Evolution… requires sacrifice…”
Silence fell. I slumped, my arm numb—as if the sacrifice I made had taken more than I intended.
Dawn broke over Beacon Hill. The course was battered, monolith fractured, but the rift was sealed. No portal, no monsters, no promise of resurrection.
<strong>Professor Hess</strong>: “You did it, Cassidy. But your arm—”
I waved off her concern. The world felt lighter, every blade of grass normal again. My putting arm would never be the same, but the town was saved.
<strong>Cassidy "Ace" Zane</strong>: “In my book, that’s the closest thing to an ace. Monsters won’t haunt these fairways again. Not on my watch.”
We gathered around the shattered bag tag display. Jeremy’s Dusk Marauder tag lay cracked but glowing—its power spent. The Monolith’s runes had faded. The Monster Hunters were finally free.
And as the first real sun touched the course, I tipped my cap to an empty sky and whispered the last lesson from the Tome of Secrets:
<strong>Cassidy "Ace" Zane</strong>: “Disc golf isn’t just a game. It’s the only thing standing between order and chaos. And I’ll be ready for the next round—if the darkness ever dares to show its face again.”
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