TAG#27

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Badlands Barghest

The Tempest Trials @ River BottomsCompetition group Pool of the Earthbound Guardians Challenge · numbers move by duel
PDGA #203634 877 RATING 1 EVENTS

Season Arc · The Tempest Trials @ River Bottoms

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#27Now #16Best #45Started 74Weeks

Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.

Character Sheet

AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptStone-Hide Guardian of Treacherous Fairways
TroubleEyes That Glow During Tournament Storms
Vibration-Sensing Stone Hide Your Disc Is Trespassing Gatekeeper of Sacred Lies

Born from the union of ancient stone spirits and the first lightning strikes of the Thunderbird, the Badlands Barghest emerged as a guardian of treacherous regions. It was shaped by centuries of weathering and territorial disputes, becoming an embodiment of the land's unforgiving nature.

Season Story

narrated by Flippy
Field drift #16 #27

Due to absence from Week 8 (Tempest Trials), tag number moved from 16 to 27. (Week 8 of 8)

Played Week 7 #45 #16

Cue dramatic lightning strike Look who just yeeted themselves up the rankings like a Thunderbird on an energy drink bender! Matthew "Literally Unrated" Colemere just vibed his way from tag #45 to #16, leaving 29 poor souls questioning their life choices.

This Badlands Barghest - a glorified haunted rock with identity issues - finally found its groove. "Behold!" it crackled through layers of sedimentary sass, "My human has achieved... checks notes basic competence!"

Matthew's -5 vs field? More like "barely avoiding being struck by lightning for mediocrity." But hey, when your tag's origin story involves "a boulder that wanted to be a rave," expectations are low.

Fourth wall break: Why am I narrating a sentient gravel patch's glow-up? Sigh At least it's not another Berg joke.

Pro tip: If your tag glows during storms, maybe don't keep it near flammable discs. Just saying. Zap.

Forged

Oh, <em>Badlands Barghest</em>—the tag that crawled out of a thunderstorm’s hangover. Born when the Thunderbird zapped a particularly stubborn boulder with the energy of a caffeinated Loki, this tag is basically the disc golf equivalent of a sentient parking lot. It’s got the vibe of a rock that wanted to be a disco ball but settled for glowing ominously. (Yes, we’re trapped in this lore. No, we don’t get overtime pay.)

"I didn’t choose the boulder life—the boulder life chose me." —<em>Badlands Barghest</em>, probably.

And so the <em>Badlands Barghest</em>—freshly zapped into existence by Thunderbird’s questionable life choices—scanned the mortal realm for its first victim. Enter <strong>Matthew Colemere</strong> (PDGA #203634), a man whose forehand had the raw, untamed power of a boulder tumbling down a hill on purpose. The tag sniffed the air: "Ah, yes... this one smells of slightly above-average scramble saves and just enough putting confidence to be dangerous."

With a dramatic crackle, it fused to his bag, whispering: "Let’s rock... literally." But can <strong>Colemere</strong> handle a tag that’s basically a sentient gravel patch with delusions of grandeur?

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