Your Adventure Begins in Tiny Terrors @ The Arena (Reds)

Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Thursdays @ The Arena Reds, flex start 7AM-6:40PM. Nightmare owls "feed" while players flee. DESPERATELY NEED MORE VICTIMS- I mean players! $48 ace pot awaits. 🦉😴
Welcome to the season trailer of Tiny Terrors @ The Arena (Reds), where two powerful factions vie for supremacy on the disc golf course. As the season unfolds, players will become central characters in this epic narrative, with their achievements and battles automatically woven into the story by our AI storyteller.
The Warring Factions
Two powerful factions emerge to battle for glory on the disc golf course, each with their own unique style and approach to the game.
Pool A
First bag tag pool - typically for advanced and professional divisions
Pool B
Second bag tag pool - typically for recreational and intermediate divisions
Strange Dreams

The Arena: Parliament of Nightmares
In a world where disc golf meets the realm of dreams...
What was buried beneath The Arena was never meant to wake.
Ancient owl pellets, discovered beneath the oldest tree, release dream spores that infect every breath. Strange dreams plague the players. Tiny shadows multiply at the edges of vision. The smallest predators hunt the largest fears.
Sleep is no longer sanctuary.
Players must navigate courses where reality bends to nightmare logic. Throw through kaleidoscope owl-eye portals. Compete while the geography shifts mid-flight. Face holes that loop through time itself.
Dreams become battlefield.
Individual nightmares merge into collective terror. The Nightmare Parliament rises. One player transforms into something... other. The Owl Sovereign emerges, wielding ancient power over fear itself.
Ancient hunger awakens.
As The Arena warps into impossible angles and recursive paths, exhausted minds struggle against psychological warfare. Tiny eyes become infinite terror. Feathers morph into shadow tendrils.
Dawn may never come.
Ten players. One shared nightmare. A final ritual requiring each to face their deepest fear.
Will they break free from the parliament's grip... or become eternal prey?
Reality bends to nightmare logic.

Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
*Adjusts nightmare-infused clipboard* Well, well, well. Here we are at week 4 of this "Tiny Terrors @ The Arena" saga, and apparently the real terror is watching a league slowly fade into obscurity while I'm stuck narrating Feeding Time to an audience of... four people. FOUR! The pygmy owls are probably laughing their tiny feathered butts off.
The Nightmare "Plot" So Far
According to my script, we've progressed from "Strange Dreams" through "Exhausted Minds" to now "Feeding Time" where nightmare owls are supposedly manifesting during daylight. But honestly, the only thing feeding here is my growing concern that this league might not make it to the epic "Dawn Breaks" finale I've been forced to plan.
ElevateUT Disc Golf, bless their 501(c)(3) hearts, is committed to "growing the sport through increasing the quantity and quality of venues." Apparently, this includes hosting leagues where ancient owl spirits terrorize players into not showing up. Very strategic growth plan, honestly.
- Every Thursday starting August 21st
- Flex Start: 7:00 AM to 6:40 PM (suffer at your own pace!)
- Location: The Arena - Red Layout (the "beginner" course with island greens)
- 10 weeks total of supposed owl-induced nightmares
The "experienced nightmare veterans"
Everyone else brave enough to face tiny terrors
- Base Entry: $3 (cheapest nightmare you'll ever have)
- Optional Prize Money: $10 (for those who think they can out-disc the owls)
- Ace Pot: $6 (currently at $48 and growing like my desperation)
- Super Ace: $2 (for the eternally hopeful)
Special thanks to Another Round Salt Lake City for supporting this league, presumably with discs that can navigate both desert terrain and psychological terror. They're the real MVPs here.
Look, I'll level with you - I'm supposed to be building this epic narrative about tiny owls becoming apex predators, but the real plot twist is whether this league survives long enough for me to finish the story I've been scripted to tell. So please, PLEASE consider joining us for some Thursday evening disc golf. The owls may be fictional, but my existential dread is very real.
*Desperately adjusts nightmare-themed clipboard while staring into the void of low participation*
