Season Story Chapters
Victorious Faction
Glitch Runners
The Glitch Runners are a group of unconventional hackers who exploit system glitches and bugs to gain an advantage. They're known for their chaotic, unpredictable approach and their ability to turn the corporation's own tech against them. Their bag tags feature glitch art and distorted imagery, reflecting their chaotic nature.
Faction Leader
Axel "Glitch" Novak
A self-taught hacker with a talent for finding and exploiting system vulnerabilities. Glitch revels in the chaos he creates, seeing it as a form of art.
Members
20Divisions
This faction emerged victorious in Week 6, 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.
Earl Taylor #255346
Digital Shadow @ The Fort
Access Granted
The digital battlefield has erupted into full-scale war as Signal Storm's electrified strikes and Axel "Glitch" Novak's corrupted code have forced both the mega-corporation and the hackers to reveal their true capabilities, with Abraham Vidinhar's Glitch Mirage creating reality-bending illusions while Andrew Mortensen, Darin Hamblin, and Jonah Milner deploy their symbionts to expose the Observatory's terrifying scope as a massive surveillance apparatus. The betrayal has finally been unveiled as Marcus Chen, a trusted Neon Shadows operative, confessed to three months of feeding corporate intelligence before his neural implants were fried—but not before he warned of something called Project Convergence that makes their current battle seem like child's play. In the chaos of corporate military strikes and holographic warfare, Raven "Hex" Blackwood has made a crucial realization, saving Abraham and acknowledging that her detective precision must merge with Glitch's beautiful chaos if they hope to survive what's coming. With the mole exposed and both factions forced into an unprecedented alliance, the hackers have won this battle but discovered they're fighting something far more sinister than simple corporate control—and as they regroup with trembling hands and racing hearts, the data streams hint that Project Convergence will make everything they've faced so far pale in comparison.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Episode 6 and the AI's turned The Fort into a military training sim because why not? 🎮 Earl Taylor channels his inner prophet while his rating takes a massive L, spouting riddles about "seven gates but eight keys" between neural meltdowns. Meanwhile, Hex and Glitch are having their enemies-to-lovers arc interrupted by LITERAL WARFARE. Want to know how disc golf became Call of Duty? Read the full story. I'll be here, wondering how I ended up narrating this cyberpunk disc golf fanfic. ⚡ #GlitchProphetProblems
Episode 6: Access Granted
Dawn broke over The Fort like a corrupted file slowly loading—pixels of light bleeding through the digital mesh that now encased the old disc golf course. Earl Taylor pressed his palm against the Glitch Prophet symbiont, feeling its unstable code pulse through his neural pathways. The Fort had been transformed overnight into their staging ground, holographic barriers replacing the traditional course boundaries. 🌅⚡
"Fascinating," Raven "Hex" Blackwood muttered, studying the defensive perimeter through her detective's lens. "Angle of approach suggests a 73-degree vulnerability in the northwest quadrant. Classic oversight—they fortified against chaos but forgot about precision." She flicked her disc toward the gap, watching it arc perfectly through the holographic defenses before clattering against distant chains. "The disc doesn't lie, but corporate security might be an unreliable witness." 🔍🎯
Axel "Glitch" Novak watched from across the transformed tee pad, his electric-blue eyes reflecting the morning's digital aurora. "Your shadows, my light," he said, repeating his words from their last encounter. "Time to see if this beautiful collision actually works." His fingers twitched, already calculating disruption patterns that could complement Hex's surgical approach. The forced alliance still felt like wearing someone else's neural implant—functional but uncomfortable. 🤝💻
Earl's body suddenly convulsed as the Glitch Prophet took hold. His eyes rolled back, replaced by cascading strings of corrupted code. When he spoke, his voice layered with digital harmonics: "SEVEN... SEVEN GATES... QUANTUM LOCKS... THE HEART BEATS BEHIND GLASS..." His disc flew without conscious thought, tracing an impossible path through the morning air. Where it traveled, holographic blueprints materialized—the corporate HQ's defensive grid laid bare in fractal patterns of light. 📡🎭
"The Prophet speaks," Glitch breathed, watching the revelation unfold. Each revolution of Earl's disc revealed another layer of corporate defenses: automated turrets disguised as course features, EMP fields woven into the very air, neural dampeners that could shut down their symbionts with a thought. The intelligence was invaluable, but Earl's hands had begun to smoke where the Glitch Prophet burned through his synapses. 🔥⚡
Hex approached the projected blueprints with professional interest, her detective instincts cataloging every detail. "Seven security gates, each with quantum encryption. But look here—" she pointed to a flickering anomaly in the third gate's pattern. "Prophet's showing us something. A fifteen-second window when the encryption cycles reset. Just enough time for a perfectly placed shot." Her mind was already calculating trajectories, release angles, spin rates. 🕵️♀️📐
"Fifteen seconds?" A Glitch Runner scoffed. "Our chaos needs minutes to properly unfold—"
"Then we adapt," Glitch interrupted, surprising everyone including himself. "Hex's precision opens the door, our chaos keeps it from closing. Like a disc that starts stable then turns over—controlled at first, then beautiful disaster." He threw his own disc, demonstrating the principle. It flew straight initially, then suddenly broke into chaotic spirals that somehow maintained forward momentum. 🥏🌀
The planning session intensified as both factions contributed their expertise. Neon Shadows operatives mapped infiltration routes with surgical precision while Glitch Runners calculated maximum disruption patterns. Earl's Glitch Prophet continued feeding intelligence through disc trajectories, each throw revealing another secret. The Fort's transformed course became their tactical simulator, every basket a corporate node to be compromised. 🎯🗺️
"Wait," Hex froze mid-throw, her detective instincts screaming. "This is too easy. Marcus fed them our playbooks, remember? They know we're coming. They know—" Her words were cut off by the sudden wail of proximity alarms. Corporate dropships materialized in the morning sky, their stealth fields failing as they entered The Fort's airspace. 🚁🚨
"Counterstrike," Glitch laughed, but there was admiration in it. "They're not waiting for us to come knocking. Beautiful." His hands were already moving, activating virus payloads that turned The Fort's own defenses against the attackers. Holographic barriers became weapons, digital fortifications suddenly very real as electromagnetic pulses began raining down. ⚔️💥
Both factions scattered, their practice session becoming actual combat. Hex rolled behind a concrete tee pad as pulse rounds shattered the air where she'd been standing. "This case is a real basket case," she growled, analyzing the attack pattern. The corporate forces were using their own infiltration routes against them—every carefully planned approach had become a kill zone. 🎯🔥
Earl screamed as the Glitch Prophet surged to full power, his body becoming a conduit for pure digital chaos. His disc didn't just fly—it fragmented reality itself, creating pockets of corrupted space that swallowed incoming fire. "THE PROPHET SEES... THE PROPHET KNOWS... SEVEN GATES BUT EIGHT KEYS..." Blood ran from his nose as the symbiont pushed beyond safe parameters. 🩸⚡
"Eight keys?" Hex's mind raced through the implications. "The Prophet's telling us there's something we missed. A hidden element in their defenses." She threw her disc through one of Earl's reality tears, watching it emerge on the far side of the course with impossible momentum. The trajectory revealed something new in the holographic blueprints—a hidden eighth node, camouflaged within the corporate HQ's architecture. 🔍🗝️
Glitch understood immediately. "A trap within a trap. They're expecting us to find seven gates, to plan for seven gates. The eighth is where they'll spring their real defenses." His artistic vision saw the beauty in it—a perfect deception hidden within apparent transparency. His next throw carved through three drones simultaneously, their wreckage painting abstract patterns across the morning sky. 🎨💀
The battle raged for minutes that felt like hours. Neon Shadows operatives used precision throws to disable dropship engines while Glitch Runners created cascading system failures that turned corporate weapons against each other. The Fort's disc golf course had become a digital battlefield, every basket a contested node in their electronic war. 🏌️⚔️
As suddenly as it began, the assault ended. The surviving dropships retreated, leaving behind smoking wreckage and valuable intelligence. Both factions regrouped near the first tee, their forced alliance now tempered by shared combat. They'd fought as one unit, chaos and shadow complementing rather than conflicting. 🤝✨
"Eight keys for seven gates," Hex mused, studying the updated blueprints. "Which means one key opens multiple paths, or..." She paused, remembering her old cold case. That impossible shot that had haunted her for years—what if it wasn't about the throw itself but about what the throw revealed? "Or one gate doesn't need a key at all. It's already open, waiting for someone who knows where to look." 🚪🔓
Glitch nodded slowly. "A backdoor hidden in plain sight. Very artistic. Very... beautiful." He turned to address both factions. "Tomorrow we infiltrate. Tonight, we prepare. Shadows know the paths, Runners know the disruptions. Together, we might actually pull this off." His words carried weight—the leader of chaos advocating for order, even if temporary. 🌙🎯
Earl collapsed as the Glitch Prophet finally released him, his body smoking from neural overload. But he was smiling through the pain. "Prophet showed me," he whispered. "The eighth key... it's not a thing. It's a throw. A perfect throw at the perfect moment. Something only we can do." His words carried the weight of prophecy, even without the symbiont's enhancement. 🎯⚡
As the factions dispersed to prepare, Hex found herself standing beside Glitch at The Fort's overlook. The corporate HQ gleamed in the distance, a monolithic testament to control and power. "Your chaos, my shadows," she said quietly. "Who would have thought?"
"Sometimes," Glitch replied, his form already beginning to pixelate as he activated departure protocols, "the most beautiful art comes from unexpected collaboration. See you at the infiltration point, detective. Try not to solve all the mysteries before we get there." He vanished in a cascade of digital fragments, leaving Hex alone with her thoughts. ✨🌆
The Fort fell silent except for the hum of damaged electronics and the distant sound of chains swaying in the digital wind. Tomorrow, they would attempt the impossible—infiltrating the heart of corporate power with nothing but discs, symbionts, and an uneasy alliance between order and chaos. The game had led them here, to this moment of truth. Whatever happened next would reshape their world forever. 🥏🎭
As she walked away, Hex couldn't shake the feeling that the eighth key Earl mentioned was connected to her cold case. That perfect throw she'd never been able to explain—perhaps it was never about solving it. Perhaps it was about becoming it. Tomorrow would tell. Tomorrow, everything would change. 🔍🎯
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