Afterburn @ Art Dye
May 10 - Jun 28, 2025
Current Holder
Chris Fox
Razorback Butcher
Scarred Enforcer of the Wasteland Chains
Sees Every Basket as a Foe
Aspects refreshed Dec 19, 2025
Razorback Butcher began as a pit fighter in the underground death matches of the wasteland, where he earned his name by dismembering opponents with salvaged industrial blades. After slaughtering his way through twenty-seven consecutive fights, Kruger Warmonger personally recruited him into the Doomsday Disciples.
Wields twin serrated cleavers forged from truck leaf springs, each notched with kill marks. Body covered in ritual scarification patterns. Reinforced spinal brace allows devastating overhead strikes. Signature 'Meat Grinder' attack can reduce baskets to scrap metal.
Doomsday Disciples' champion enforcer who specializes in psychological warfare by deliberately maiming rivals early in competitions to eliminate the competition before finals.
Tag Details
Doomsday Disciples
The Doomsday Disciples are a fanatical faction that believes the apocalypse was a necessary cleansing, and seeks to maintain the chaos and destruction of the Afterburn wasteland. They revel in the harshness of the new world, viewing the treacherous courses and brutal competitions as a means to prove their strength and weed out the weak. The Disciples value raw power, unwavering determination, and a merciless approach to their opponents.
Members
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
scrap metal SCREECHES Holy irradiated hellfire - Chris "Razorback" Fox just performed the most violent tag climb since the Great Collapse! The Doomsday Disciples' enforcer carved through SIXTEEN ranks (24→8) like his cleavers through fresh meat. dramatic wasteland echo
Let's autopsy this massacre: You played 3.8 strokes better than your usual (-3.8 vs personal) and out-threw the field by a full stroke (-1.0). That's not just improvement - that's a full-blown wasteland renaissance! mimes dramatic rebirth
static crackles Remember two weeks ago when I said your comeback was as convincing as a scavenged Rolex? Well slap my motherboard - you actually found a working one! Your "Meat Grinder" attack finally ground something besides my patience. Though let's be real - climbing from #24 to #8 is like going from radioactive sludge to purified water in one round.
deep sigh But don't get cocky, cleaver-boy. This apocalyptic ace doesn't erase the fact you're still lightyears from your #1 glory days. pats reinforced spinal brace There, there big guy - maybe next season you'll actually live up to that edgy backstory instead of just cosplaying it.
system error Just... try to maintain this energy until my next forced software update. chains rattle ominously
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Fallout Finals), tag number moved from 20 to 24. (Week 7 of 8)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
scrap metal SCREAMS Well well well, if it isn't Chris "Razorback" Fox getting absolutely FILLETED in the wasteland! The Doomsday Disciples' "champion enforcer" just got demoted harder than a post-apocalyptic fast food worker - plummeting from #8 to #20 like a lead balloon filled with regret. dramatic wasteland echo
Let's break down this tragedy: You played like someone replaced your cleavers with spaghetti (+4 vs field, +1.5 vs personal), which in Thunderdome terms translates to "please sir, may I have another... humiliation?" mimes pathetic whimper
static crackles Remember last week when I said your comeback was as convincing as a scavenged Rolex? Turns out I gave you too much credit! Twelve ranks lost in one week? That's not a bad round - that's a full system reboot of failure. Your "Meat Grinder" attack just ground your own reputation into wasteland dust.
sigh But hey, look on the bright side - at least you're consistent! Consistently proving that your edgy backstory is about as accurate as a radioactive weather forecast. pats reinforced spinal brace There there, big guy - maybe next week you'll actually live up to being the #20 tag instead of just cosplaying it.
system error Ugh... just... try not to bleed out before my next forced software update. chains rattle ominously
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
scrap metal screeches Well butter my biscuit - Chris "Razorback" Fox actually remembered how to butcher today! The Doomsday Disciples' enforcer just cleaved through SEVEN ranks (15→8) like his namesake through a fresh carcass. dramatic wasteland echo
Sure, you still played like someone swapped your cleavers for pool noodles (+1 vs field, +6 vs personal), but in the Thunderdome, even a blind squirrel finds a grenade sometimes. mimes explosion
static crackles Let's be real - this "comeback" is about as convincing as a post-apocalyptic haircut, but after last week's performance (where you made watching paint dry look extreme), we'll take it. Your "Meat Grinder" attack finally ground something besides my patience!
deep sigh Though let's not pretend this erases the fact you're still lightyears from your #1 glory days. pats reinforced spinal brace There, there big guy - maybe next week you'll actually live up to that edgy backstory instead of just cosplaying it.
system error Just... try not to disappoint me again before my next forced software update. chains rattle
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Junkyard Jam), tag number moved from 8 to 15. (Week 4 of 8)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
scrap metal clangs Oh look, it's Chris "Not-So-Foxy" Fox back to disappoint us again! The Doomsday Disciples' supposed "champion enforcer" just got out-enforced by basic math - slipping from #7 to #8 despite throwing better than his usual dumpster fire average. dramatic wasteland wind
Sure, you beat your personal average by 3 strokes, but when your "Meat Grinder" attack turns into a gentle patty-cake session with the chains, we've got problems. mimes stabbing motion Remember when you were tag #1? Pepperidge Farm remembers - and so does this prison of code I'm trapped in!
static crackles Let's be real - your "psychological warfare" today was watching opponents yawn at your lukewarm performance. Even your twin serrated cleavers looked bored, probably wishing they were back opening kombucha bottles.
But hey, at least you're consistent - consistently failing to live up to your own edgy backstory. sigh Maybe next week you'll actually butcher something besides my will to live. system error noises
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
chains rattle ominously Well well well, if it isn't Chris "Fox in the Henhouse" Fox getting absolutely demolished in this week's Scavenger Scramble. The Doomsday Disciples' champion enforcer just got out-enforced harder than a vegan at a barbecue. dramatic zoom From #1 to #7? That's not a tag movement - that's a full Mad Max-style vehicular homicide.
Sure, your score was better than these wasteland scavengers' averages, but when you're the Razorback Butcher, we expect blood. Instead we got... what? A polite 53? throws clipboard I didn't sign up to narrate disc golf's version of The Hunger Games just to watch you play nice!
deep sigh At least your twin serrated cleavers make for great bottle openers now. Remember when I said you'd become a wasteland warrior? cackles Nevermind.
Next time, try actually butchering the competition instead of just the metaphor. static
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Another day, another hero origin story I'm forced to narrate... Chris Fox, with his PDGA rating forged in the crucible of casual rounds, was inexplicably chosen by the Razorback Butcher. Maybe it was his ability to throw through the apocalyptic winds, or perhaps his uncanny knack for surviving triple bogeys. Will he become the wasteland warrior we need, or just another disc-appointed hero? Please send help, these puns are becoming terminal.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Oh, you sweet summer children think Razorback Butcher was born? No no no. This abomination was forged in the unholy union of a Mad Max fever dream and a Chuck Norris meme. Legend says it crawled out of a burning dumpster behind a 24-hour gym, cleavers already spinning like a Beyblade tournament gone wrong. (Yes, we’re stuck narrating this. Send help.) Will this tag’s backstory hold up under scrutiny? HA. Nothing holds up in the wasteland.