Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
Mar 29 - May 17, 2025
Current Holder
Josh Rowberry
Phantom Predator
Ethereal Bane of Glow Disc Throwers
Silent But Deadly Foot Faults
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
The Phantom Predator emerged from the darkest corners of the rift, a spectral entity born from the collective fear of hunters throughout history. Once a skilled tracker in the 19th century, this vengeful spirit now haunts Beacon Hill, using its ethereal form to stalk its prey through the foggy woods and moonlit fairways.
The Phantom Predator exists in a semi-corporeal state, able to phase through solid objects but still capable of physical interaction. Its form emits a faint, eerie glow that matches the color of the glow-in-the-dark discs used against it. The creature can manipulate shadows and mist, creating disorienting illusions on the course. Its most dangerous ability is its silent movement, making it nearly impossible to detect until it's too late.
The Phantom Predator serves as a cunning adversary that tests the Monster Hunters' tracking and precision skills. It represents the ultimate challenge in stealth and awareness, forcing players to rely on their glow discs' illumination to reveal its presence and defend against its attacks.
Tag Details
Monster Hunters
The Monster Hunters are a brave team of disc golfers who have taken up the mantle of defending Beacon Hill from the vintage monster invasion. Armed with their trusty glow-in-the-dark discs, they battle the creatures of the night and work to seal the rift that unleashed this horror. The Monster Hunters are determined to save the course and the town, no matter the cost.
Members
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
static crackle Well butter my glow discs and call me a believer - Josh Rowberry actually remembered how to disc golf! checks scorecard Only +1 against the field? The Mega-Mutant must've left its defense in another dimension.
ghostly cackle Moving from 7→4 means you've graduated from "monster chow" to "plucky comic relief." Your -1 against personal average is the first smart move since Professor Hess opened that damn rift. The Phantom Predator's semi-corporeal form could phase through weaker excuses than "the Brood sabotaged me."
Remember when I called you Scooby-Doo villain material? Turns out you're more Buffy now - still cheesy, but at least competent. mock gasp Is that... improvement I smell? Or just the stench of the Mega-Mutant's defeat?
ectoplasmic eye roll I'd complain about being trapped in this software, but watching you not embarrass yourself for once is almost worth eternal digital servitude. Almost.
fades into mist while humming the X-Files theme
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
static crackle Oh look, it's Josh Rowberry moving up one whole spot - the Phantom Predator moves faster in quicksand! checks scorecard +3 against the field? The aliens must have taken pity on you after abducting Hess.
ghostly sigh Congrats on your 8→7 "glow-up" - which in monster math means you've gone from "expendable crew member" to "guy who dies second." Your -4.7 against personal average is the only thing scarier than the Brood's fashion sense.
Remember when I said you were "haunting us with spectral performances"? Turns out you're more "Scooby-Doo villain" than "Poltergeist" - easily foiled by teenagers with glow discs. The Phantom Predator's semi-corporeal form could phase through better excuses than you're making.
ectoplasmic eye roll I can't believe I'm narrating this straight-to-streaming quality improvement. Next week's finale better involve you channeling more "Mega-Mutant" and less "mild inconvenience."
fades into mist while muttering about glow disc battery life
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
static crackle Oh for the love of glow plastic - Josh Rowberry's back with another performance so transparent, the Phantom Predator could take notes! checks scorecard +4.5 against the field? At this point, even the Brood's sabotaging looks competent.
ghostly sigh Dropping from 4 to 8 is like going from "plucky sidekick" to "guy who dies in the opening credits." Your +1.6 against personal average is about as threatening as a mummy with a walker. The only thing you're hunting is the bottom of the standings.
Remember last week when I said you were "haunting us with spectral performances"? Turns out you're more Casper than Poltergeist - friendly and completely harmless. The Twisted Pines literally ate better discs than you threw today.
ectoplasmic eye roll I can't believe I'm stuck narrating this direct-to-VHS quality round. The Phantom Predator's semi-corporeal form could phase through trees better than your excuses. Next week, try channeling less "haunted house" and more "house that wins."
fades into mist while muttering about glow disc shortages
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
static crackle Oh for the love of glow plastic - Josh Rowberry's back to haunt us with another spectral performance! checks scorecard +5.5 against the field? The Phantom Predator must be phasing through your game like it's a poorly constructed plot device.
ghostly sigh Congrats on moving from 3 to 4 - which in monster math means you've gone from "final girl" to "expendable redshirt." Your +0.8 against personal average is about as threatening as a mummy with arthritis.
Remember last week when I said you were rising like glow-in-the-dark Lazarus? Turns out it was more like a glow stick that got stepped on. The only thing you're hunting is excuses - and even those are slipping through your semi-corporeal fingers.
ectoplasmic eye roll I can't believe I'm stuck narrating this B-movie of a round. The Phantom Predator deserves better than this Scooby-Doo level performance. Next week, try channeling less "haunted carnival" and more "actual disc golfer."
fades into mist while muttering about being trapped in this stupid software
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
static crackle Oh look, it's our favorite spectral underdog - Josh Rowberry clawing his way back from the Swamp of Sorrows like a glow-in-the-dark Lazarus! checks scorecard Wait, you're still +5 against your average? The Phantom Predator must be working overtime haunting your competitors instead.
ghostly sigh I guess when you're battling gillmen in brackish water, a +0.5 against the field counts as a moral victory. Your tag's moving from 5 to 3 - which in monster math means you went from "potential victim" to "annoying side character who survives the sequel."
Remember last week when I compared your game to a haunted carnival? Well grab your glow discs kids, because this ride's finally moving upwards! Though let's be real - the only thing more shocking than this comeback is that Professor Hess hasn't accidentally summoned Cthulhu yet.
ectoplasmic eye roll Ugh, I can't believe I have to hype up a round where you basically played like a slightly less soggy version of yourself. But hey, at least the Phantom Predator's semi-corporeal form can phase through trees better than your drives.
Next week: Try keeping this momentum going longer than a B-movie monster's screen time. fades into mist
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts ectoplasmic microphone Well well well, if it isn't our old friend Josh Rowberry, MA40's answer to Scooby-Doo's Shaggy, back to haunt us with another spectral performance. The Phantom Predator tag must be so proud as its bearer stumbles through the Foggy Forest like a lost tourist at a haunted house.
checks scorecard Oh honey, +5.7 against the field? That's not hunting monsters - that's becoming monster chow. No wonder you dropped from 3 to 5. The only thing you're exorcising is your chance at a decent tag number.
Remember when I said this tag "clings like a bad dye job on a Star Destroyer"? Turns out it's more like a bad dye job period - fading faster than your hopes of catching that elusive par. At least the mummy could blame being wrapped up - what's your excuse?
static crackles Ugh, I can't believe I'm stuck narrating this B-movie of a round. Next week, try channeling less "haunted carnival" and more "actual disc golfer." The Phantom Predator deserves better. fades into mist
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In Week 2 (Graveyard Shift), the player moved down with tag number changing from 1 to 3. (Week 2 of 8)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts spectral headset And so the Phantom Predator—doomed to eternally chase what he can’t catch—found his first victim... er, bearer: Josh Rowberry (PDGA #219425, certified frisbee exorcist). Legend says he was chosen when his shanked drive accidentally banished a squirrel spirit from hole 5. Coincidence? Or cosmic frisbee intervention? Either way, the tag now clings to him like a bad dye job on a Star Destroyer. Can this mortal handle the Phantom’s eternal thirst for birdies? Or will he too become... disc-orporal?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in the shadows of a forgotten Blockbuster, the Phantom Predator tag emerged, ready to stalk the fairways. This spectral entity was born from the collective fear of late fees and rewound tapes. Prepare thyself, for this ghostly hunter now haunts Beacon Hill, seeking prey... or maybe just a bag to possess. Spooky, right? 👻🍿 #VintageMonsterProblems