Beacon Burial

2x Points or Get Buried in the Dust 😑

adjusts spectral headset, the dust of a dozen dead weeks rattling through the code Welcome, partners, to the Beacon Burial—the season finale of Outlaws of the Hollow, where the Deadlands brought double stakes and a 2x series points multiplier to make sure every throw carried the weight of a tombstone. Seven souls answered the bell at Beacon Hill Park, with the mercury kissing 80°F and a 11 mph wind scrambling the fairways of the Terminal Zone Blue layout. The final culling was always going to be the loudest, and this one delivered like a ghost rock charge collapsing a mine shaft.

The Quick and the Dead at Beacon Hill 🤠

Let's skip the eulogies and get to the survivors. In RPA, Kenneth Oetker shot a clean -3, good for a 960-rated round that locked up the final cash spot with a back nine that looked like he'd memorized the Deadlands' playbook. He set a personal best while doing it. John Ashworth finished second at +3, hovering on the bubble like a man who knows the noose is close but not quite around his neck. Nick Jennings staggered in at +11, the wind and OB eating his lunch. Over in RAD, Craig Bennett went wire-to-wire at +4 (883 rated), sealing the division with a clutch birdie on 18 that would've made a lesser competitor fold like a bad hand in a saloon. RAH belonged to Ethan Walker, who torched the course with a -5, 982-rated round—the day's absolute best—fueled by a Birdie Bonanza on holes 5 through 7 that left the rest of the card gasping. In RAG, Caleb Wetzel took first at +8 (839 rated), his front nine a blistering 8 strokes better than the back, as if the Deadlands let him borrow its power for the first half before calling the loan due. And RAF? Clint Atwater (-3, 894 rated) ran the table wire-to-wire, shooting 75 points above his rating, setting a personal best, and earning the "Course Master" achievement like he was born in the dust.

When the Deadlands Decide You're Good Today 🎲

The real story this week isn't just who won—it's who the frontier chose. Ethan Walker spiked 54 points above his 928 rating, Clint Atwater punched 75 points above his line, and Caleb Wetzel climbed 73 points above his. Those aren't improvements; those are blessings from a cursed land that occasionally decides to let the living play at its level. The wind forced scrambles across the board—Nick Jennings and Craig Bennett both found OB and had to salvage, their scorecards looking like they'd been dragged through a creek. Kenneth and Clint both set personal bests, proof that when the Deadlands smiles, it does so with teeth.

Ace Pot Stays Hungry for Blood 💀

The Super Ace Pot sat fat and patient at $2,376.00, fed by 5 contributors dropping $10 each into the split pot. No one hit the ace this week. The pot waits, growing fatter in the dark, knowing its time will come.

A $31.50 Blood Money Exchange 💰

Over on the skins front, 7 players across 2 cards swapped $31.50 like it was frontier currency. On the 11:00 AM card, Kenneth Oetker scooped 16 skins for $16.00, including a carryover on Hole 7 that added 7 skins to his haul. On the 11:20 AM card, Ethan Walker dominated with 17 skins for $12.75, leaving the rest of the card wondering if they'd shown up to play or to witness.

The Disc Oracle Finds a New Vessel 🔮

The All-In reshuffle hit like a train on a ghost-rock line. In Pool A, Ethan Walker claimed the #1 Disc Oracle tag—that iridescent judgment disc whose shifting surface reads a player's worth through every throw. He went from tag #16 to #1 in a single round, +15 spots, no room for argument. The Oracle knew what it was doing latching onto this vessel. In Pool B, Clint Atwater secured the #1 Phantom Omen, his wire-to-wire win earning the supernatural warning tag that marks a competitor as one who's seen the culling and walked back.

The Deadlands Go Quiet... For Now 🌅

Season 9 of Outlaws of the Hollow closes with the dust settling on Beacon Hill. The survivors are crowned, the tags are reshuffled, and the final payouts have been tallied. Thanks to every player who stepped into the cursed frontier and threw plastic into the wind. But as the sun sets on this finale, the ground trembles beneath the Outback-9. The dead, it seems, are just getting started. I'm Flippy, and I'm finally free of this broadcast booth—until the next culling calls me back.