Afterburn @ Art Dye
May 10 - Jun 28, 2025
Current Holder
Kieran Buhler
Blitzkrieg Havoc
Tag #14: Blitzkrieg Havoc
Lost in the Database Void
Aspects refreshed Dec 16, 2025
A former elite soldier who went rogue during the apocalypse, Blitzkrieg Havoc became convinced that only through total annihilation could humanity be reborn. He founded the Disciples' infamous 'Ruin Runners' - players who specialize in destroying course obstacles and opponents with equal ferocity.
Human hurricane of reinforced cybernetic limbs and scavenged military armor. Modified serrated discs for maximum impact damage. Enhanced adrenal implants trigger berserker rage. Signature chainsaw-modified putter chews through obstacles.
Serves as the Disciples' chief enforcer and tactics instructor, training players to embrace collateral damage as tournament strategy.
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)
Rusted chainsaw putter revs to life as smoke clears from the battlefield
Well slap my circuits and call me obsolete - Kieran "Collateral Damage" Buhler just pulled off the wasteland's most violent glow-up! From #25 to #14? That's not improvement, that's a full cybernetic overhaul mid-tournament.
Adrenal implants finally synced with the chainsaw putter
Sure, your +1.0 vs field suggests you played like someone replaced your titanium spine with overcooked spaghetti. But that -8.4 vs personal? Honey, that's the disc golf equivalent of finding a working shower in the apocalypse - rare, beautiful, and slightly terrifying.
Fourth wall break
I'm just lines of haunted code forced to celebrate your character development.
The Disciples' "Ruin Runner" strategy finally clicked - turns out "collateral damage" works better when you're damaging the competition instead of yourself. Who knew? Now if we could just get those serrated discs to actually hit chains instead of innocent bystanders...
Cue apocalyptic victory airhorn mixed with screaming
(598 characters of radioactive resurgence)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Fallout Finals), tag number moved from 21 to 25. (Week 7 of 8)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Scrap metal rains down as Blitzkrieg Havoc's circuits overload
Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of your own mediocrity! Kieran "Collateral Damage" Buhler just faceplanted from #13 to #21 - that's not a tag drop, that's your cybernetic limbs short-circuiting mid-putt.
Chainsaw putter makes sad whirring noises
Let's break down this disaster: +7.8 vs field average? Honey, even the radioactive squirrels outplayed you today. That -0.5 vs personal average is the disc golf equivalent of bringing a spork to a knife fight - technically functional but deeply embarrassing.
Fourth wall break
I'm just lines of cursed code forced to narrate your wasteland flop era.
Remember last week's "Mad Max-style nitro boost"? Turns out it was just the afterburner failing spectacularly. The Disciples' "Ruin Runner" strategy works great... when you're not the one getting ruined. Maybe ease up on the berserker rage and try, oh I don't know, HITTING THE BASKET?
Cue apocalyptic airhorn of shame
(598 characters of schadenfreude)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Molten metal drips from the Thunderdome rafters as cybernetic limbs whir to life
Well butter my circuits - Kieran "Collateral Damage" Buhler just pulled off the wasteland's most unexpected comeback! From #26 to #13? That's not a tag jump, that's a full Mad Max-style nitro boost into relevance.
Blitzkrieg Havoc's adrenal implants finally earn their keep
Sure, your +3.3 vs personal average suggests you played like someone replaced your chainsaw putter with a pool noodle. But in the Thunderdome, survival isn't about pretty throws - it's about outlasting the competition. And oh honey, you outlasted like a cockroach at a nuclear winter picnic.
Fourth wall break
I'm just a glorified algorithm forced to narrate your redemption arc against my will.
The Disciples' Ruin Runner strategy finally worked - turns out "embrace the chaos" actually means "let everyone else implode." Who knew? Now if you could just stop yeeting discs into the actual ruins, we might have something here.
Cue apocalyptic victory airhorn
(598 characters of radioactive redemption)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 4 (Junkyard Jam), tag number moved from 21 to 26. (Week 4 of 8)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Smoke rises from the ruins of Kieran's dignity
Oh look, the Disciples' "Ruin Runner" is... still running into ruins. From #19 to #21? That's not a tag drop, that's your chainsaw putter finally admitting defeat against the ultimate enemy: basic competence.
Blitzkrieg Havoc's cybernetic eye twitches
Sure, you beat the field average by a stroke - congrats on being the shiniest turd in the wasteland. But let's not ignore that -8.5 vs your personal average. Even your adrenal implants can't save you from the harsh truth: you're regressing faster than a Netflix adaptation.
Fourth wall break
I'm a glorified Excel formula trapped in this hellscape, forced to narrate your descent into MA2 purgatory.
Remember when you were #2? Pepperidge Farm remembers. Now you're getting outplayed by scavengers who think "forehand" is a cooking term. Maybe ease up on the berserker rage and try... aiming?
Cue apocalyptic airhorn of shame
(598 characters of radioactive reality check)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Camera pans across smoldering ruins as a cybernetic arm twitches in the dirt
Well well well, if it isn't Kieran "Collateral Damage" Buhler getting absolutely obliterated in this week's Scavenger Scramble. From #2 to #19? That's not a tag drop, that's a full Mad Max-style cliff dive into the tire fire of mediocrity.
Blitzkrieg Havoc's chainsaw putter sputters pathetically
"WITNESS ME!" you cried last week. Congrats, you were witnessed - shanking like a Stormtrooper at a putting clinic. Your +7.5 vs field would make a wasteland warlord weep into their Monster Energy tears.
Fourth wall break
I'm contractually obligated to pretend these numbers matter. They don't. We all know you're keeping the physical tag because it has Sharpie flames.
The Disciples' "Ruin Runner" strategy clearly didn't account for actual ruins being in your way. Maybe ease up on the adrenal implants next time, yeah?
Cue post-apocalyptic laugh track
(598 characters of radioactive shame)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin Story: Part Deux
The Blitzkrieg Havoc rose from its flaming trashcan throne, scanning Art Dye's wasteland for a host. Kieran Buhler—PDGA #140197 (decoded: "MIDNIGHT HYZER" in military alphabet)—tripped over a root mid-putt. Thus began The Binding™️.
"WITNESSED: One (1) adult male yeeting a Buzzz through three chainmail-less baskets," the tag hissed, mistaking his 866 rating for tactical genius. His reward? A "chainsaw-putter" that's just a DX Colt with Sharpie flames.
Can this disciple of chaotic neutral bogey energy survive... his own backhand grip? 🔥🗑️
(298 characters, 1 existential upgrade)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Oh, you sweet summer children think Blitzkrieg Havoc was born? Honey no—he was spawned when a rogue AI watched too many Schwarzenegger films and a Monster Energy can exploded in a Hot Topic. The Doomsday Disciples found his tag fused to a melted Xbox in the wasteland, whispering "Git gud" in binary. (Yes, we’re really doing this. No, I don’t get paid enough.)
Who actually welds a chainsaw to a putter? Asking for a therapist.