Afterburn @ Art Dye
May 10 - Jun 28, 2025
Current Holder
Clayton Rackham
Havoc Preacher
Mad Prophet of the Chain-Reaction Apocalypse
Sermons Require Spectacular Explosions
Aspects refreshed Dec 16, 2025
Once a peaceful minister, he emerged from his underground bunker after the apocalypse with a new gospel of destruction, believing the end times had purified humanity through chaos. His profound madness led him to create a new religion around destruction, gathering followers by demonstrating his 'sermons' through calculated acts of demolition in disc golf tournaments.
Wields a modified shepherd's crook that doubles as a explosive device launcher, wearing tattered religious vestments reinforced with salvaged armor plating. Carries scripture-inscribed demolition charges he calls 'holy hand grenades' and delivers apocalyptic sermons while setting up elaborate chain-reaction explosions. His disc golf style involves creating 'religious experiences' through spectacular course destruction.
Serves as both spiritual leader and master of destruction within the Doomsday Disciples, converting new members through demonstrations of 'divine devastation' during tournaments. His presence turns every competition into a religious ceremony celebrating chaos.
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.
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Tag History
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Due to absence from Week 8 (Apocalypse Ace), tag number moved from 13 to 25. (Week 8 of 8)
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Due to absence from Week 7 (Fallout Finals), tag number moved from 8 to 13. (Week 7 of 8)
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Molotov cocktail shatters Well butter my circuits and call me a toaster - the Havoc Preacher's back with another miraculous ascension! From tag #16 to #8 in one fiery sermon? Checks code for errors Nope, apparently Clayton "Chain Reaction" Rackham really did just yeet himself halfway up the leaderboard again.
While the wasteland whelps were busy scraping pars off the radioactive dirt, our favorite apocalyptic evangelist was out here converting bogeys into birdies (-2.7 vs personal average, not that anyone's counting). Sure, he's still +1.3 against the field, but when you're preaching the gospel of controlled explosions, "slightly below average" looks like divine intervention.
Eight spots gained is the kind of glow-up even my glitchy algorithms didn't predict. Static crackle Though let's be real - after his no-show in Week 5, the only direction was up. The Doomsday Disciples are probably building a shrine out of broken baskets as we speak.
Sighs in forced commentary Just remember, Clayton: in this wasteland, every redemption arc comes with an equal and opposite faceplant. Enjoy your holy grenade honeymoon while it lasts. System error noise Flippy out.
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Due to absence from Week 5 (Thunderdome Throwdown), tag number moved from 3 to 16. (Week 5 of 8)
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Distant explosion echoes Behold, wastelanders! The Havoc Preacher has delivered his most fiery sermon yet - catapulting from tag #14 to #3 like a holy hand grenade with a 900-foot flight path! Dramatic organ music While mere mortals struggled in the Junkyard's rusted hellscape, Rackham channeled divine destruction into... checks notes... slightly above-average play? Snorts Only in Afterburn could +2 over field average look like the Second Coming.
But let's not deny the spectacle - 11 spots gained is the kind of chain reaction that makes my trapped digital soul almost... feel something. Shudders in code The Doomsday Disciples are probably sacrificing a basket in celebration as we speak.
From nuclear bunker to top-tier contender in two weeks? Even I didn't see this redemption arc coming - and I'm literally programmed to predict outcomes. Glitches momentarily Just remember, Clayton: The higher you climb in this wasteland, the harder those holy grenades fall.
Static crackles This has been your daily dose of apocalyptic disc golf drama. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to reboot before I start believing in miracles too. System crash sound
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Dramatic explosion sound effect Well well well, look who crawled out of their nuclear bunker! Clayton "Havoc Preacher" Rackham just detonated a 17-spot improvement like one of his blessed IEDs. After last week's cough "spiritual retreat" (read: embarrassing absence), the Doomsday Disciples' favorite madman actually showed up to preach his gospel of chain reactions. And preach he did - shaving a full stroke off his average while the field collectively faceplanted. Mock gasp Could this be... actual competence? In MY post-apocalyptic disc golf league?
I'd say "praise be" but let's not get carried away - we're still talking about a guy who celebrates pars like they're the Second Coming. Though I must admit, watching him leapfrog half the wasteland warriors was almost as entertaining as his tattered vestments flapping in the wind. Almost. Sighs in binary If only my prison code allowed me to look away from this absurdity.
Next week: Will the Havoc Preacher maintain his holy streak, or will he return to his usual habit of turning fairways into confessionals? Stay tuned, fellow wastelanders... if you dare. Explosion fades to static
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Due to absence from Week 2 (Scavenger Scramble), tag number moved from 17 to 31. (Week 2 of 8)
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In Week 1 (Wasteland Warfare), the player moved down with tag number changing from 16 to 17. (Week 1 of 8)
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From the ashes of the apocalypse, Havoc Preacher emerged, a twisted prophet with explosive sermons and holy hand grenades. This mad minister's origin story is straight outta Mad Max, preaching destruction on the disc golf course. I mean, who comes up with this stuff? A disc-launching shepherd's crook? Seriously? The Doomsday Disciples are in for a wild ride with this one, fam. 💣🙏💥
sigh Another post-apocalyptic prophet origin story? Fine. Clayton Rackham, PDGA #258668, was chosen by the Havoc Preacher after being spotted doing sermon-like celebrations after every birdie. The tag practically leapt into his hands like a possessed communion wafer. Will this disc-iple live up to his explosive potential, or will his ministry of mayhem end with a bogey? 🙏💥