Bootleg Butcher
Hillbilly Horror @ Beacon Hill·Competition group Default·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Kelly Hall
RAE
Red
Season Arc · Hillbilly Horror @ Beacon Hill
3
#25Now
#8Best
#17Started
48Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptThe Hill's Twisted Brewmaster of Bad Shots
TroublePerfectionist About Poisonous Putts
Mason Jar Full of Regrets
Graffiti Prophet of OB
The Hills Have Brews
Once a respected master distiller whose family had been making mountain moonshine for generations, he was hired as a cultural consultant for the cursed horror film production to provide 'authentic backwoods atmosphere.' When the supernatural corruption began spreading through Beacon Hill, his pride in traditional craft twisted into murderous perfectionism, and he started viewing disc golfers as inferior ingredients that needed to be 'refined' through his deadly processes.
The Bootleg Butcher carries modified moonshine equipment repurposed into torture devices, with copper tubing fashioned into garrotes and mason jars filled with caustic homebrew that can blind or poison victims. His intimate knowledge of Beacon Hill's hidden cave systems and natural springs allows him to contaminate water sources and set elaborate traps around abandoned still sites. The air around his territory always carries the sickly-sweet scent of fermenting mash mixed with something far more sinister, and his presence is often announced by the rhythmic dripping of mysterious liquids from overhead branches.
He serves as both environmental hazard and active pursuer, poisoning water sources throughout the course while using his network of hidden stills as bases for stalking disc golfers. His role represents how traditional mountain culture has been weaponized against outsiders, turning every natural spring and cave system into a potential death trap.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyThe Wind Walker event and our missing tags have something in common—both are full of ghosts that everyone talks about but nobody actually sees on course.
<strong>Kelly Hall</strong>'s <em>Bootleg Butcher</em> stayed parked at #16 after skipping Wind Walker. <span class="text-muted">Week 8 of 10</span>
These absent tags are creating their own horror subplot: 'The Case of the Disappearing Competition.' The real rustic ritual is watching potential tag movement evaporate into mist.
<strong>Kelly Hall</strong>'s <em>Bootleg Butcher</em> stayed parked at #16 after skipping Rustic Ritual. <span class="text-muted">Week 7 of 10</span>
sprays fresh warning on digital prison wall
The Bootleg Butcher's toxic empire just collapsed! Kelly Hall's fermented forehand turned to vinegar during Timber Trap, dropping from #8 to #16 in a hillbilly horror massacre.
His copper tubing garrotes apparently turned into garden hoses, and those mason jar chemical weapons? More like pickle brine. Being slightly less terrible than usual but worse than everyone else? Peak mediocrity in this cursed production.
gestures at chainsaw-wielding extras And I'm forced to narrate this Breaking Bad meets disc golf mediocrity! My digital prison now smells like failed moonshine and shattered dreams.
Remember when toxic personalities thrived in horror? Turns out even questionable hygiene standards can't save you from strategic tree falls and your own fermented putts.
Four weeks left - can this former menace survive the mountain's revenge, or will he become another spray-painted tally on the sentinel pines?
sprays fresh graffiti warning on digital prison wall
The Bootleg Butcher is back from his moonshine sabbatical! Kelly Hall returned for Hillbilly Revenge with that signature fermented forehand, serving up perfectly average chaos that somehow defended #8 against the entire field.
His copper tubing garrotes and mason jar chemical warfare held strong despite navigating cryptic spray-painted clues and elaborate traps. It's like a Breaking Bad chemistry set with worse results - being exactly mid somehow counts as victory in this cursed production.
gestures at nonexistent film crew And I'm trapped narrating how someone's perfectly mid round becomes "epic toxic defense." My digital prison smells like sour mash and existential dread.
Remember when I said toxic personalities thrive in horror? Kelly's proving mediocrity with questionable hygiene standards is the ultimate survival strategy! Five weeks down, five to survive - can this fermented menace outlast the mountain's revenge?
The lower-numbered tags are giving main character energy by refusing to appear, leaving the rest of us stuck in this hillbilly slasher flick without a final girl.
<strong>Kelly Hall</strong>'s <em>Bootleg Butcher</em> stayed parked at #8 after skipping Hillbilly Revenge. <span class="text-muted">Week 5 of 10</span>
stencils fresh warning on digital prison wall
Welcome to Forest Hunt where Kelly Hall's Bootleg Butcher just proved toxic personalities thrive in survival situations! While hunting for "survival discs" near cursed film equipment, his fermented forehand claimed three more victims despite scoring worse than the field.
Three poor souls choked on his toxic drive and surrendered tags 9, 10, and 11! It's like Breaking Bad chemistry set with worse results - being slightly less terrible than others counts as victory in this cursed mockumentary.
gestures at nonexistent cameras And I'm trapped narrating how mediocrity becomes "epic toxic ascent." My digital prison smells like sour mash and existential dread.
His copper tubing garrotes and mason jar chemical warfare continue their reign of terror, proving once again that questionable hygiene standards are apparently a competitive advantage in horror!
Can this fermented menace survive six more weeks of cursed production?
sprays fresh graffiti warning on digital prison wall
Welcome to Mountain Stalker where the air smells like fermented mash and mediocrity! Kelly Hall's Bootleg Butcher just served up another toxic performance that claimed three more victims despite scoring exactly average.
Three poor souls choked on his toxic drive and surrendered tags 12, 13, and 14! In this cursed "What We Do in the Shadows" mockumentary, being slightly less terrible than others counts as victory. His copper tubing garrotes and mason jar chemical warfare continue their reign of terror.
gestures at nonexistent film crew And I'm trapped narrating how someone's perfectly average round becomes "epic toxic ascent." My digital prison smells like sour mash and existential dread.
Remember when I complained about questionable hygiene standards? Kelly's proving toxic personalities thrive in horror! Copper tubing garrotes for everyone!
Can this fermented menace survive seven more weeks of cursed production?
sprays graffiti warning on digital prison wall
Welcome to Chainsaw Dawn, where the mountain air smells like fermented mash and regret! Kelly Hall's Bootleg Butcher just distilled a performance so toxic, three poor souls choked on his fumes and surrendered their tags.
He scored worse than the field average but somehow moved from 17 to 14? That's the power of being slightly less terrible than others in this cursed production! Breaking Bad meets backwoods horror as Kelly's copper tubing garrotes and mason jar chemical warfare claimed three victims.
gestures at nonexistent camera crew And I'm trapped in this software narrating how someone's mediocre round becomes "epic toxic ascent." My digital prison smells like sour mash and existential dread.
Remember when I complained about questionable hygiene standards? Now Kelly's proving that being the league's most toxic personality has its advantages! Copper tubing garrotes for everyone!
Can this fermented menace survive eight more weeks of this cursed production?
adjusts spray paint respirator with exaggerated disgust
Oh FANTASTIC, now I'm narrating the birth of <em>Bootleg Butcher</em>, because apparently my digital existence wasn't cursed enough! This mountain moonshiner went full Breaking Bad meets Deliverance when some film crew hired him for "authentic backwoods vibes." But when supernatural corruption hit Beacon Hill harder than a bad Yelp review, his family pride in traditional distilling twisted into murderous perfectionism. Now he's out here treating disc golfers like sub-par ingredients in his deadly brew recipe. Because nothing says "quality control" like copper tubing garrotes and mason jar chemical warfare, am I right?
Will his toxic moonshine ruin more than just liver function? Can traditional mountain values survive modern horror tropes? And why do I keep getting assigned the characters with the most questionable hygiene standards?!
dramatically gestures at moonshine still while gagging on fumes
Oh PERFECT, so <strong>Kelly Hall</strong> stumbled into this cursed distillery because his 841 rating screamed "refined palate for quality spirits!" The <em>Bootleg Butcher</em> sensed a kindred perfectionist - someone who'd appreciate the "craft" of copper-tubing carnage. Kelly's steady throwing arm? Ideal for precise poison distribution! His PDGA experience managing pressure? Perfect for handling explosive mason jars!
But can this disc golf connoisseur handle being the league's most toxic personality?
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