Cursed Chemist
Season Arc · Demon High @ River Bottoms
4Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleOnce a dedicated chemistry teacher at Bingham Creek High, he attempted to analyze the demonic energies released during prom night, but his experiments backfired when a cursed elixir bonded his soul to hell's alchemical forces. Now forever trapped between realms, he wanders the scorched science labs, mixing potions that warp reality and amplify the invasion's chaos.
His body bears chemical burns that glow with orange infernal energy, and he can manipulate acids to create corrosive pools or bases that solidify into demonic barriers. He carries beakers that bubble with cursed liquids, emitting a sulfurous stench that contaminates the air, and his touch can transform water sources into toxic springs. The elixirs he concocts temporarily alter terrain, adding unpredictable hazards to the course.
He serves as a mobile hazard on the battlefield, creating temporary obstacles with his alchemical creations and forcing players to navigate corrupted zones. His presence amplifies hell's influence by spreading demonic contamination through scientific means.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyWhen the literal portal to hell opens at River Bottoms and your tag still ghosts the final stand? That's not just bad timing, that's a whole new level of avoidance.
<strong>Kevin Harrison</strong>'s <em>Cursed Chemist</em> slipped from #4 to #7 by forfeiture after skipping Final Stand. <span class="text-muted">Week 8 of 10</span>
Well, well, well—look who just mixed the perfect formula for tag domination! Kevin Harrison's Cursed Chemist just went from #26 to #4 faster than you can say "Breaking Bad meets The Exorcist."
He scored exactly average, but apparently hell's leaderboard runs on cursed metrics. His drives now leave toxic trails that contaminate the competition, and his approach game manipulates terrain like some alchemical wizard.
I'm trapped in this software forced to narrate demonic disc golf—who approved this narrative? Last week he was "eternal disc damnation," now he's hell's rising star. The Cursed Chemist's chemical burns glow brighter as he climbs, proving sometimes the most dangerous experiments yield the biggest reactions. Welcome to the infernal top 5, you mad scientist!
Well, well, well—look who finally got their chemistry set working! Kevin Harrison's Cursed Chemist just pulled off the alchemical miracle of the season, bubbling up from #26 to #4 while posting the most perfectly average score imaginable. His 65 matched both field AND personal averages—talk about precision brewing!
When your drives have that toxic fade and your putts contain just enough infernal energy to corrupt the chains, apparently you can climb hell's hierarchy faster than a demonic prom queen snatching a tiara. The field must have been navigating his cursed contamination zones like it was Stranger Things' upside down.
I'm forced to narrate this cursed software while his elixirs warp reality around him—who programmed this eternal disc golf damnation? At least he's continuing his Breaking Bad arc from last commentary, though now he's moved from the meth lab to the prom court.
His chemical burns glow with satisfaction as he manipulates the terrain, proving that in demonic disc golf, sometimes being perfectly average while everyone else melts down is the real alchemical formula. The Cursed Chemist continues his eternal experiment in bag tag damnation!
If your tag was a character in this horror story, its current arc is 'missing in action during the climax.' The demonic prom queen is unimpressed by your lack of commitment.
<strong>Kevin Harrison</strong>'s <em>Cursed Chemist</em> stayed parked at #26 after skipping Exorcism Attempt. <span class="text-muted">Week 7 of 10</span>
When prom night alchemy went full "Breaking Bad," this chemist's soul got cursed into eternal bag tagdom. I'm Flippy, trapped in this software, forced to narrate his infernal experiments. Who thought demonic disc golf was a good idea?
When the prom night curse demanded a vessel, <strong>Kevin Harrison</strong>'s PDGA 308342 made him the unwilling test subject for <em>Cursed Chemist</em> possession. His 917 rating? Just enough to avoid a full meltdown. Now he's brewing drives with a toxic fade—talk about a chemical reaction! But does this alchemist really deserve eternal disc damnation?