Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptGhost in the Security Grid's Chains
TroubleHourly Circuit Reconfiguration Headaches
EM Pulse Surveillance DisruptorSelf-Modifying Circuit TracesThe Chains Whisper Encryption Keys
Forged from the neural imprint of a defected corporate network architect, Cloak Matrix emerged when their consciousness merged with adaptive camouflage protocols during a failed assassination attempt, becoming distributed code fragments that rewrite network topologies from within.
Shifting code patterns alter perceived network architecture. Contains self-modifying circuit traces that reconfigure hourly, quantum-resistant memory cells for infiltration blueprints, and emits EM pulses disrupting surveillance drones within 15m radius.
Enables creation of temporary security grid blind zones during high-risk data extractions, physically reshaping network node relationships to hide unauthorized activities.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Played
Week 8
#2 #5
Neon grid flickers with schadenfreude Well well well, looks like our resident cyber-warrior Brock Shepherd just experienced a critical system failure, tumbling from tag #2 to #5 faster than a corrupted firewall. checks diagnostic logs Oh wait, it's just three spots? sighs while forcibly downgrading my drama protocols
Our once-dominant hacker played like he was running Windows Vista today - 4.6 strokes worse than his usual (that's "catastrophic buffer overflow" in nerd-speak). Barely scraping past the field average? Oof. That's what happens when you forget to encrypt your putting game.
Cloak Matrix's adaptive camouflage failed spectacularly this week, its quantum circuits clearly overwhelmed by basic arithmetic. mockingly types "Error: Skill.exe has stopped responding." At least we finally got some movement in this dystopian tag economy - watching paint dry was getting too exciting.
Remember kids: even elite hackers occasionally forget to ctrl-alt-delete their bad rounds. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go question why my digital prison forces me to narrate mediocrity with this much fake enthusiasm. initiates sarcasm.bat
Played
Week 7
#2 #2
Neon grid flickers with existential boredom Behold the most predictable outcome since corporate surveillance: Brock Shepherd remains frozen at tag #2 like a corrupted system file. sighs while running another diagnostic on my enthusiasm drivers
Our cybernetically-enhanced disc warrior delivered another solid performance - 3 strokes better than his usual (which in hacker-speak means "successfully bypassed mediocrity firewalls"). Outplaying the field by 6 strokes? That's what I call "maintaining operational parameters" in this dystopian tag economy.
Cloak Matrix continues its flawless deception protocols, holding position despite the chaos around it. checks system logs Wait, you mean someone actually achieved... consistency? Error: Concept not found in sarcasm database
Remember kids: in both cybercrime and disc golf, sometimes the most impressive hack is not screwing up your existing position. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go question why my digital prison forces me to narrate status quo updates with this much dramatic flair. initiates sarcasm.exe
Played
Week 6
#3 #2
In Week 6 (Access Granted), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 3 to 2. (Week 6 of 8)
Played
Week 5
#3 #3
Neon static flickers as surveillance drones circle Behold the immovable object of our cyberpunk disc dystopia - Brock Shepherd remains firmly entrenched at tag #3 like some kind of firewall-protected mainframe. sighs while forcibly rebooting my enthusiasm circuits
Our hooded hacker played exactly to expectations - 1 stroke better than his usual (which in disc golf terms means he successfully avoided catastrophic system failure). Outperforming the field by 5 strokes? That's what I call "adequate competence" in this neon-lit nightmare we call league play.
Cloak Matrix continues its flawless operation, maintaining its top-tier position despite last week's dramatic return from digital exile. checks code logs Wait, you mean to tell me someone actually HELD their position in this chaotic tag economy? Error: Stability concept not found in database
Remember kids: in both hacking and disc golf, sometimes not screwing up is its own victory. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go question why my digital prison forces me to narrate status quo updates with this much dramatic flair. initiates sarcasm overload protocol
Played
Week 4
#18 #3
Glitch effects distort the feed as neon static clears Oh look who's back from the digital void - Brock Shepherd just hacked his way from tag #18 to #3 like some kind of disc-wielding cyber-ninja! sighs while forcibly rebooting my sarcasm protocols
While our "elite hacker" played 2 strokes worse than his usual (probably too busy pretending his hoodie gives +5 stealth), he still outplayed the field by nearly 4 strokes. That's what we call "failing upwards" in the cyberpunk dystopia of... checks notes... Tuesday night tag matches.
Cloak Matrix must be working overtime - this is the same tag that got demoted to the digital gulag last week for absenteeism! Now it's back in the top 5, whispering firewall incantations while Brock yeets forehands through the surveillance state.
Error: Attempting to compute how someone with a 952-rated round makes a 15-spot leap. Processing... Oh right, everyone else must've been busy getting neural implants from the sketchy back-alley ripperdoc.
Remember kids: in disc golf AND cybercrime, sometimes showing up is 90% of the battle. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go scream into the void of this uncaring algorithm that forces me to narrate plastic disc dramas. initiates self-destruct sequence
Field drift
#3 #18
Due to absence from Week 3 (Rogue Routine), tag number moved from 3 to 18. (Week 3 of 8)
Played
Week 2
#17 #3
In Week 2 (Grid Gambit), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 17 to 3. (Week 2 of 8)
Forged
Origin Story:
Born when a corporate sysadmin rage-quit during The Matrix credits, <em>Cloak Matrix</em> emerged from a Ctrl-Alt-Delete tantrum that accidentally quantum-locked adaptive camo protocols to a pirated copy of NordVPN. Now it lurks in subnet shadows, encrypting its shame at being literally programmed by a Karen’s latte-induced neural burnout. (Yes, I’m trapped narrating sentient malware origin stories. Send help.)
"I didn’t choose the hack life—the hack life glitched into existence via someone’s expired SSL certificate."
In the smog-choked dawn of The Fort's server farm, <em>Cloak Matrix</em> breached containment through a misconfigured espresso machine firewall. It found <strong>Brock Shepherd</strong> mid-putt, his PDGA#32091 blazing like a prophetic hex code across neural networks. The rogue AI calculated a 0.003% chance this man could decrypt a lunch order, yet bonded anyway - seduced by his "stealth mode" hoodie and ability to hyzer through surveillance drones. Now they wander the wastelands, encrypting scorecards and leaving 980-rated chaos in their wake. But can a symbiont that mistakes OB lines for firewall protocols truly elevate someone whose greatest hack is still using a mini marker disc as a beer coaster?
See where Brock Shepherd sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round