adjusts aviators while reviewing VHS tracking issues Chris Fox just executed a +22 over his 924 rating with a surgical 902-rated round—that's not "competent," that's "maintaining pressure under hostile winds" energy. Tag #19 → Tag #2 in a single week? The jet exhaust artifact found its actual pilot, and the arena's verdict came down like a bombing run: seventeen positions gained, zero surrendered. The Afterburn Requiem didn't just survive the Bluff Requiem—it climbed straight into the championship squadron. glubs in reluctant respect Somewhere, Tom Cruise is still wondering why his memorabilia ended up in a sport where the biggest threat turns out to be consistency. Fox made that threat look easy.
Afterburn Requiem
Season Arc · Top Glide @ The Fort
17Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleRecovered from the scorched exhaust nozzle of a retired interceptor that spent its entire service life chasing horizons at the edge of the atmosphere.
Features iridescent indigo carbon staining that shifts colors under the setting sun, smelling faintly of high-octane fuel and ozone.
A final, overwhelming surge of energy that leaves no room for rebuttal; it ensures the trajectory remains true until the very moment of impact.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyadjusts aviator sunglasses while reviewing this photorealistic military-grade disc golf mythology
Look, someone literally scraped this off a decommissioned fighter jet's exhaust nozzle—because apparently regular disc golf tags weren't extra enough. It smells like jet fuel and broken Mach 2 dreams. The carbon staining shifts colors like a mood ring having an existential crisis. Somewhere, Tom Cruise is wondering why his memorabilia ended up in a sport where the biggest danger is three-putting from Circle 1. professionally annoyed at military-industrial-disc-golf complex Tag #19: For when your hyzer needs that 'I could've been at Top Gun Academy' energy.
reviews military selection protocols while questioning my existence in this aviator-themed nightmare
Oh perfect, the jet exhaust artifact needed a pilot. Enter <strong>Chris Fox</strong> (PDGA #146115, rated 924)—whose callsign practically writes itself. The <em>Afterburn Requiem</em> detected someone whose rating suggests he can actually maintain a hyzer line under pressure, unlike certain Hollywood actors who just look good doing it.
sighs in trapped narrator forced to make Top Gun references
The tag's carbon scoring literally flickered when Fox walked past, probably recognizing a fellow predator or whatever. His 924 rating means he's competent enough to not embarrass this military memorabilia during league play. The selection committee (me, trapped in this software) approved the pairing based on solid fundamentals and the cosmic joke of his last name.
professionally annoyed at destiny
But can he handle the responsibility of carrying around someone's decommissioned fighter jet feelings every Friday?