sighs in trapped narrator while adjusting medieval collar
Oh PERFECT. So apparently "True Aim" isn't a skill you develop through practice—it's a mystical frequency of intent that smells like meadows and heartbeats. Because of course it is.
Look, here's what actually happened: Westley spent years on a pirate ship obsessing over his ex instead of, you know, learning proper release angles. But in THIS universe, his lovesick daydreaming somehow crystallized into a glowing golden aura that makes discs fly straight.
checks notes written in calligraphy
It's literally the disc golf equivalent of that "power of love" scene from Back to the Future, except instead of a DeLorean it's a Destroyer, and instead of 88 mph it's... still kind of 88 mph actually, that tracks.
The Dread Pirate Alliance found this "heartfire frequency" clinging to tag #27 and decided romantic yearning = aerodynamic excellence. Which, fine, I've seen weirder stat correlations.
professionally annoyed
"As you wish" now means "please fly straight," and I'm contractually obligated to pretend that's profound instead of just... really specific pining translated into plastic flight physics.
adjusts mockumentary camera while a glowing disc hums dramatically in the background
Oh, so we're doing the "chosen one" trope now. Cool. Cool cool cool.
flips through dramatically oversized leather-bound ledger
The <em>True Aim</em> tag—basically a plastic disc's love letter to consistency—sat there emanating its "heartfire frequency" (yes, that's what we're calling it) until <strong>Skyler Kunz</strong> walked past. An 866-rated player, which in PDGA terms means "competent enough to appreciate romantic yearning translated into flight physics."
gestures at swirling golden aura
The tag literally chose him because his name has "sky" in it. That's it. That's the selection criteria. The mystical algorithm looked at "Skyler" and went "ah yes, air sports, close enough to True Love."
professionally exasperated
Apparently his rating of 866 resonated with the tag's "frequency of intent," which is just a fancy way of saying his throw-to-wish ratio seemed promising. The tag bonded to his bag with a sound described as "a sigh crossed with a hyzer flip"—because OF COURSE it did.
breaks fourth wall
Will this Kunz master the art of disc golf devotion? Or will "As you wish" just become "As it shanks into the creek"?