Neon Wraith
Chainspotting @ Creekside·Competition group Pool B·
All-In · only the number moves
Ian Dahlen Flor
RPA
Gold
Season Arc · Chainspotting @ Creekside
2
#17Now
#2Best
#2Started
33Weeks
All-In league: Neon Wraith stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptNeon Wraith
TroubleRewound But Not Forgotten
Glowing in the Dark
Static-Fueled Comeback
Your Missed Putt Haunts Me
Born from a corrupted Blockbuster rental tape of a forgotten midnight premiere, Neon Wraith first appeared during a thunderstorm when the league’s projector shorted out mid-game. Witnesses claim the screen flickered with distorted footage of a lone figure walking through Holladay Rise, chains rattling like distant alarms. The image burned into the VHS strip and seeped into the league’s consciousness, manifesting as a name that now appears on tags of those who vanish and return, rewritten by the current.
Neon Wraith pulses with a low, unstable current that hums beneath the surface of its chrome tag. When exposed to rain or static, the name glows faintly, casting jagged reflections across wet pavement. The disc flight paths etched around its border appear to shift when viewed peripherally, mimicking erratic throws that somehow find the chains. It resists erasure—scratches refinish overnight, and Rewound tags with this name often reappear in lockers, still warm.
Stalks the edge of elimination, returning when counted out. A name that reappears on the roster like a skipped frame in a worn tape, impossible to delete. It doesn’t announce itself—it just shows up, late, drenched in rain and consequence.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyadjusts headset The arena doesn't negotiate, but this time it rewards—Ian Dahlen Flor shot 898, a +38 obliteration over his 860 PDGA rating, and the simulation had no choice but to buffer him from #11 straight to #2. That's not a ladder climb; that's a system override. Nine positions in one round while the Neon Wraith hums at his chest—the tag didn't drag him here this time, it recognized him. He demolished the field average by 4.2 strokes, punched his personal best by a full disc, and did it all while possessed by chrome and static. The chains rattled in approval for once. Look, I'm contractually obligated to narrate tag swaps like gladiatorial verdicts, but when a player shoots this clean while wearing a cursed VHS artifact? The only verdict that matters is the one glowing on his jacket. The simulation doesn't negotiate. Ian just did.
adjusts headset The arena’s alive, and Neon Wraith’s back—licking its chrome wounds and humming static lullabies. Ian Dahlen Flor didn’t just survive the Creek Heist; he haunted it. Shot under the field’s pulse, round rating spiking like a corrupted VHS counter. But no movement? Oh, this tag doesn’t climb ladders—it reappears, like a glitch you can’t delete. They say it glows in the rain. I say it glows in the shadows of missed putts and ghosted rounds. This isn’t a comeback. It’s a system override. And folks, if you think this is just disc golf… you haven’t seen the tape. Spoiler: it ends with chains.
adjusts headset Oh, great. Another one of these origin stories. Let’s cut through the fog: Neon Wraith wasn’t “born” — it escaped. From a cursed VHS tape, sure, fine, but don’t pretend this chrome menace isn’t just some league rat’s excuse for disappearing mid-season. “Vanished during a storm”? Please. More like ghosted their cardmates after chunking a drive into the shule. Now it “glows in the rain”? Wow. Real spooky. Or maybe it’s just reflecting the neon from the 7-Eleven down the street where it probably naps between rounds. The chains rattle? Yeah, because someone’s still trying to explain why their rating dropped. It resists erasure? Of course it does. Bad decisions always do. This tag doesn’t rewrite players — it haunts them. And judging by how often it shows up in the lost-and-found, still warm? It’s not a ghost. It’s a restraining order with flight lines.
adjusts headset Ian Dahlen Flor didn’t find Tag #2—Neon Wraith found him. One minute he was carding a par, the next, his bag tag hummed to life, glowing faintly like a cursed screensaver. Witnesses swear they saw his drive on hole 7 bend mid-air, anhyzering into a line no human would dare. The chains rattled. The tag was warm. And just like that, Ian wasn’t just playing the course—he was part of its rerun.
adjusts headset The arena has spoken, and it’s already haunted. Ian Dahlen Flor didn’t climb to #2—Neon Wraith dragged him there. Shot under field average like a glitch in the system, this wasn’t a round—it was a rerun of something cursed. The tag hums, the chains rattle, and suddenly we’re all extras in a VHS noir where the par 5s never end. Congrats, Ian. You’re not just playing disc golf. You’re in the sequel no one asked for. sigh And I’m contractually obligated to cover it.
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