Victorious Faction
Monster Hunters
The Monster Hunters are a brave team of disc golfers who have taken up the mantle of defending Beacon Hill from the vintage monster invasion. Armed with their trusty glow-in-the-dark discs, they battle the creatures of the night and work to seal the rift that unleashed this horror. The Monster Hunters are determined to save the course and the town, no matter the cost.
Faction Leader
Captain Cassidy "Ace" Zane
A former military sharpshooter, Cassidy "Ace" Zane is the leader of the Monster Hunters. She retired to Beacon Hill for a quiet life of disc golf, but when the monsters invaded, she knew she had to take action. Ace is known for her deadly accurate drives and steely determination in the face of supernatural horrors.
Members
19Divisions
This faction emerged victorious in Week 3, advancing their narrative in the ongoing conflict.
Victory points are calculated based on player performance relative to rating, special achievements like aces and CTPs, and community contributions. Pool multipliers are applied based on division ratings and demographics to ensure balanced competition.
Timothy Scholle #290051
Dead Outside Presents: The Monsters of Beacon Hill
Wielding the power of Howling Horror (#13), Timothy demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +0 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Foggy Forest
Gabriel Casdorph and the Monster Hunters have battled a werewolf unleashed by a mysterious rift, with help from the enigmatic Professor Hess. The hunters' glow discs prove effective against the beasts, as Derik Thomas's tracking skills shine. But as the rift pulses with growing power and a cloaked figure watches from the shadows, an ancient evil laughs in the darkness. With strange energies transforming the course itself and Professor Hess's ominous warning of a looming threat, the Monster Hunters steel themselves for their greatest challenge yet.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Foggy Forest - Episode 3: Ancient Shadows Rise
The fog rolled in like destiny across Beacon Hill, thick and unnatural. Not your garden variety pea soup - this was the kind of fog that whispers ancient secrets. I'd seen it before, and I knew what it meant. The rift was about to unleash something that should have stayed buried. 🌫️
"Temperature's dropping fast," Professor Hess announced, checking her instruments. "The atmospheric disturbance is centered around holes 7 through 9." Timothy Scholle stood beside her, his Howling Horror bag tag pulsing with an eerie blue light. 🌡️
"The fog's not natural," he growled, voice carrying that hint of the beast within. "It's carrying something... old. Ancient." His enhanced senses had proven invaluable since receiving the Howling Horror's power, though I worried about the price he might eventually pay for such gifts. 🐺
The first bandages emerged from the mist like ghostly fingers, followed by the shuffling form of something that belonged in a sarcophagus, not on a disc golf course. The Mummy had arrived, and it brought with it winds that carried the breath of ancient tombs. ⚱️
"Formation Delta!" I called out, and the Monster Hunters moved into position. Gabriel Casdorph and his Twilight Terror created a barrier of light, while Professor Hess calibrated her equipment to amplify our glow discs' effectiveness. 🥏
That's when we heard them - whispers in the fog, too coordinated to be random. "The Brood welcomes the ancient one," came a voice like silk over steel. Dark figures emerged from the mist, their eyes reflecting an unholy purple glow. Leading them was a tall, masked figure whose very presence seemed to deepen the shadows. ⚔️
"The monsters aren't our enemies," the masked figure proclaimed. "They're our evolution. The Mummy brings transformation - the power to transcend death itself."
Timothy responded with a howl that cut through the fog, momentarily clearing the air. "I know about transformation," he snarled. "And I know the price it demands." His disc flew true, its glow leaving trails of light that seemed to burn the ancient bandages. 🎯
The battle that followed was like nothing in my case files. The Mummy commanded the fog itself, while The Brood worked to protect it, their discs creating corridors of shadow through which it could move. But Timothy's heightened senses could track it even in the supernatural murk. 🌀
Professor Hess proved her worth, using her devices to create zones of clear air. "The fog's molecular structure is being altered by remnant energy from the rift," she explained. "But we can use that against it!" 🔬
Working together, we forced the Mummy into a final confrontation. Timothy used the Howling Horror's power to pin it down, while the rest of us launched a coordinated barrage of glow discs. The ancient creature dissolved back into bandages and dust, but The Brood had already melted away into the shadows. 🏆
As the fog began to clear, we noticed the changes - the trees seemed darker, their branches reaching at unnatural angles. The very air felt heavier, as if the course itself was being slowly transformed by these otherworldly incursions. 🌲
"The Mummy may be defeated," Professor Hess said gravely, studying her readings, "but The Brood's appearance changes everything. They're not just controlling the monsters - they're learning from them."
Timothy nodded, his eyes reflecting the fading mist. "We won today, but the real battle's just beginning. The course is changing, and we're changing with it." 🎭
I couldn't help but agree. In all my years of monster hunting, I'd never seen anything like The Brood. They weren't just disciples of darkness - they were its willing transformants. And something told me we'd only seen the beginning of their true power. 🌑
The fog may have lifted from Beacon Hill, but darker shadows were gathering. And somewhere in those shadows, a masked figure was watching, waiting, planning the next move in a game where the stakes were higher than any of us yet realized. ⚡
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