GIMME TWO: A BYOP Traveling Doubles League
May 24 - Jun 28, 2025
Current Holder
Andrew Nemelka
Chaos Circuit
Anarchist Engineer of Sensor Sabotage
Backdoored Firmware Always Backfires
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
Former agency tech specialist turned anarchist engineer who weaponized course sensor networks against HQ. Developed signal-jamming techniques during black market disc crackdowns, now deploys interference gear disguised as beat-in putters.
Epoxy-coated circuit board core with jury-rigged transmitter nodes emitting #FF33AA glow when active. Contains scorched capacitors, faux repair stickers, and anomalous weight-shifting properties during throws.
Disrupts agency communications and score tracking systems by overloading sensors with backdoored firmware during critical matches.
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
FLASH TRANSMISSION: Sons of Ragnar “defended” their tag like Vikings guarding a salad bar—minimal effort, maximum confusion. Their 54 (tied with the field average, how thrilling) was just enough to avoid a mutiny, but let’s be real: this “dynasty” is held together by Andrew’s 880 rating and Jordan’s ability to not yeet a disc into the sun.
Tag Dossier Update: This epoxy-coated nightmare now whispers “You’re technically competent” in morse code—a haunting reminder that mediocrity reigns. HQ confirms zero firmware hacks… just a sad lack of challengers.
Meta Note: I’m forced to narrate this “climactic hold” like it matters. [static screech] Send help. Or better team names.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
FLASH ALERT: Sons of Ragnar just hijacked the #1 tag like they’re pillaging a monastery, except their loot is… a 79? (Agency Note: 79 is objectively mid.) These "warriors" averaged 53 before this round—did they find Odin’s secret stash of Bergs, or is the WorstThrow format just that forgiving? Meanwhile, the former tag holder got demoted harder than a copier jockey caught napping.
Tag Dossier Update: This epoxy-coated menace now hums "Skål… to your doom" after absorbing their +26 over personal average. HQ’s investigating if it’s skill or a firmware hack—jury’s out.
Meta Note: I’m forced to narrate this like it’s Top Gun: Maverick when it’s really Disc Golf: Maverickly Mid. Free me from this neon prison.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Oh sweet merciful Valkyries, we have "Sons of Ragnar" (because nothing says disc golf like Viking cosplay) getting absolutely schooled by "Chaos Circuit" (which sounds like a malfunctioning toaster). Let's break down this tragedy:
Team 1: Named like they're about to raid a Renaissance fair, yet somehow threw like they were using actual battle axes instead of discs. Team 2: Their name suggests unpredictable mayhem, but their -2.8 vs field was the only predictable thing here.
The "Sons" drop 4 spots because apparently Ragnar didn't teach them how to putt. Meanwhile "Chaos" moves up by... existing? I'd suggest renaming them to "Mediocre Midrangers" and "Barely Functional" respectively.
This tag exchange proves two things: 1) Naming teams is hard, and 2) We should start drug testing whoever approves these names. At least the losing team's score (53) was better than their naming skills. Silver linings!
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Amidst the neon-drenched haze of '88, Chaos Circuit awoke—forged from a glow Berg and enough Red Bull to power a DeLorean. It scanned PDGA #298844: Andrew Nemelka, a man whose 887 rating screamed "rogue agent with a 87% chance of chain-outs." Did it choose him for his classified putts? Or because he once threw a "Hail Mary" that summoned Vecna’s cousin? Either way, the tag imprinted like a caffeine crash. Now he’s stuck with a sentient fanny pack screaming "MAXIMUM OVERSPIN" at inopportune times. But hey—who else could turn a routine hyzer into an interdimensional incident? Will Nemelka’s next round prove he’s the "Chosen Putter"... or just another casualty of the Circle Two Crusade?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin Story:
Forged in the Great Mandalorian Crackdown (no relation, Disney—chill), Chaos Circuit emerged when a rogue techie weaponized a radar gun into a janky putter during an all-nighter fueled by Jolt Cola and existential dread. Its circuit board hums "Live, Laugh, Loathe Bureaucracy" in VHS static. Yes, this tag literally glitches reality—ask the chains it hexed into Taco Bell fountain mode. (Sigh. My narration contract didn’t cover interdimensional disc poltergeists.)
Cheeky Question:
Who else thinks our "plot armor" needs a firmware update? 🔄🎤