

Nicholas Jennings #287173


City Heat @ River Bottoms
Wielding the power of Shadow Havoc (#2), Nicholas demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +41 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Street Showdown
The city’s underground disc golf league has surged to life beneath neon rain, with the Neon Knights and Cyber Syndicate clashing on River Bottoms' shifting fairways. Timothy Scholle has unleashed phase-shifting holograms to tilt the night in Syndicate’s favor, while a glitching scoreboard and a chilling address from Cyber Wraith have twisted victory into a game of shadows. Amid hacked rituals and compromised technology, Neon Valkyrie has galvanized her rookies and vowed to unmask the corruption bleeding through the league’s heart, even as a Windbreaker rookie hesitates, tempted by forbidden Syndicate tech. Tensions have sharpened, trust has splintered, and somewhere, a traitor’s pulse races with anticipation. The league’s battle for justice versus control has ignited, and as shadows deepen, the hunt for the traitor begins—every glowing drive poised to expose new secrets.



Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the neon rain of River Bottoms, holo-screens shimmered like fractured memories, streaks of cerulean light dancing across the slick concrete. The scoreboard hung overhead, its numbers stuttering before plunging into darkness as players exchanged wary glances 🎯☔
On the first tee, Shadow Havoc stepped into view, his light-refracting polymer suit blending into a tapestry of urban decay textures. With a deliberate flick of his wrist, he unleashed an EMP pulse disc that erupted in a silent wave of blue energy ⚙️🥏 Surveillance hubs along the perimeter blinked out, the Syndicate’s unseen eyes going dark as the course fell into an expectant hush.
As the next drive flew wide, scores remained frozen on blank holo-screens. The tension tightened around the final putt like a taut drum. Guides whispered instructions, but a rookie’s shaky grip betrayed them, and the disc hit metal with a dull clang. From the booth came a sharp voice: “That drive was as uninspired as a limp gas station sandwich!” the narrator declared, brandishing an oversized chef’s hat and attempting to crown her co-host amid clattering silverware 🥏🍽️
With the surveillance grid disabled, the LEDs flickered back to life in favor of the Neon Knights, sealing a narrow victory that sent cheers echoing through the puddle-strewn lanes. Under dripping neon signs, Neon Valkyrie raised her arm, rallying her rookies with a fierce vow: “We’ll trace every line of code until we find the traitor in our midst” 🔍⚔️
Later, beneath a flickering street console, Shadow Havoc deactivated his holo-interface and met the Knight leader’s steady gaze. “They won’t see the next pulse coming,” he promised. As the rain’s hiss grew softer, the course fell silent—and somewhere deep in the Syndicate’s network, Cyber Wraith’s smile glimmered in the dark, plotting their next move 🏆🌐
Flippy's Hot Take