Due to absence from Week 8 (Monster Mayhem), tag number moved from 15 to 17. (Week 8 of 8)
Pitchfiend Phantom
Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill·Competition group Monster Hunters·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Season Arc · Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
2
#17Now
#3Best
#5Started
75Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptSilent Film Shadow That Eats Your Glow
TroublePowerless In The Noon Sun
Flickers Like Damaged Film
Glow Discs Are Appetizers
The Chains Whisper Warnings
The Pitchfiend Phantom emerged from the darkest corner of Professor Hess's temporal rift, a coalescence of shadow given form by ancient horrors. It was once merely a wisp of darkness in 1920s silent films, but the rift amplified its power and malice.
Exists as semi-corporeal shadowstuff that can dissolve into darkness and reform at will. Generates gloom that dims glow discs and can extinguish their light. Moves silently with occasional projector-like whispers. Weakest at noon but grows powerful at night.
Serves as a shadowy saboteur on the course, darkening key areas to give monsters advantage and targeting night players, forcing Monster Hunters to develop new anti-darkness strategies.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Ghostly Greens), tag number moved from 3 to 15. (Week 7 of 8)
Dramatic fog machine noises Well well well, look who decided to show up after three weeks of ghosting us like a bad Tinder date! Jake "The Shadow" Robb materializes from the void to absolutely shred Twisted Pines, moving from #9 to #3 faster than you can say "Pitchfiend Phantom."
Insert obligatory disc golf pun That's what I call a glow-up! While the rest of MA4 was busy getting tangled in the Brood's nonsense, Jake was out here putting on a clinic - beating his average by a monstrous 7 strokes.
Fourth wall break Ugh, do I HAVE to keep pretending these plastic tag numbers matter? sigh Fine. The Pitchfiend Phantom tag clearly approves of Jake's dark horse performance, wrapping him in shadowy tendrils of... whatever semi-corporeal shadowstuff is.
Pop culture reference Move over, Stranger Things - we've got our own Upside Down happening at Beacon Hill. Just don't let Jake's glow discs go dark, or we're all doomed.
Mockingly dramatic whisper The rift grows stronger... only 2 weeks remain... normal voice anyway, nice round nerd. Try not to vanish again.
Due to absence from Week 5 (Cursed Crater), tag number moved from 8 to 9. (Week 5 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Swamp of Sorrows), tag number moved from 7 to 8. (Week 4 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Foggy Forest), tag number moved from 7 to 7. (Week 3 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Foggy Forest), tag number moved from 5 to 7. (Week 3 of 8)
Cue dramatic organ music The Pitchfiend Phantom strikes again! Or rather... doesn't. Jake Robb's tag defense was tighter than a mummy's wrappings this week, clinging to that sweet #5 like it's the last glow disc before midnight. Insert obligatory "he played exactly to his average" joke here - wow, what thrilling content I'm forced to narrate.
This eldritch shadow-dweller (seriously, who approved a sentient darkness as a bag tag?) watched from the trees as Jake delivered a performance so perfectly average it would make a werewolf howl in boredom. +0.3 against the field? Groundbreaking. The Phantom whispers: "Mediocrity... my one weakness!"
Let's be real - maintaining position is the disc golf equivalent of surviving a horror movie sequel. No character development, just not dying. And speaking of sequels, can we talk about how I'm STILL trapped in this software narrating tag movements like some kind of digital Rod Serling? Sigh At least next week's "Foggy Forest" promises actual monsters instead of just my career choices.
Fade to black with projector noises
Oh, the <em>Pitchfiend Phantom</em>—because nothing screams "disc golf menace" like a silent film shadow with a grudge. Born when some overzealous professor ripped a hole in spacetime (classic Hess), this edgelord mist learned to weaponize bad lighting. Now it lurks in glow-round darkness, whispering "Your disc was OB" like a horror movie ASMR track. Honestly, who gave a 1920s special effect separation anxiety? Next week: <em>Nosferatu’s Noodle Arm</em>.
And so the <em>Pitchfiend Phantom</em> slithered from the void, drawn to the one mortal foolish enough to challenge eternal darkness with nothing but a 799-rated arm and a dream. <strong>Jake Robb</strong> (PDGA #266334, aka "The Guy Who Definitely Read The Glow Disc Manual") stood bathed in the cursed glow of a dying phone flashlight—his form technically legal for night play. The tag clung to his bag like a horror movie jump scare, whispering "Five isn’t so bad... for someone who putts like a startled goat." But can this mere mortal handle the Phantom’s signature move: The OB Shadow?
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