

Bobby Schneck #134830


Midnight Riders @ Dragonfly
Wielding the power of Protocol Punisher (#15), Bobby demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +53 points above their rating in this epic clash.
First Response



Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Dawn broke over the Dragonfly course like the barrel of a gun, and when the Regulators arrived at the vault, it stood ajar—its prized disc gone. 🔍🥏
Captain Ironclad crouched, blacklight in hand, revealing a faint UV-ink message scrawled on the inner door. "Inside job," it read, in spidery letters that seemed to pulse. "This whole operation reeks of a setup, if you ask me," the narrator muttered in the vet’s ear.
Across the manicured fairway, Bobby Schneck rifled through digital security logs on a tablet. His bag tag—Protocol Punisher—glowed under the UV lamp, matching the ink on the vault door. “Someone knew exactly which tag would react,” he snapped, fingers tracing the timestamp anomaly. 🧰⚖️
Half a dozen volunteers were queued for interviews at the first tee. Each held a disc like evidence in a lineup. Ironclad stood tall, notes rustling in his coat pocket. “Drive that crosswind. I smell a rat,” he barked, as a routine hyzer throw sent a disc spiraling out of bounds. The narrator squinted at the notebook, mistaking the misthrown shot for a coded distress signal. 🌬️🎯
Schneck cornered a nervous volunteer near the rough. “Your security clearance doesn’t match this time stamp,” he declared. The volunteer’s eyes darted toward his bag tag—its emblem flickering under the UV beam. A clue: someone on the inside had tampered with the panel. ⚔️🕵️
High above, the plague doctor silhouette slipped between shadows, watching the Regulators with silent interest. Ironclad noticed the fleeting shape. “I’ve got a hunch there’s more to this ‘tournament’ than meets the eye,” the narrator whispered, heart pounding.
As the sun reached its zenith, Schneck compared the bag-tag print to the vault message. They matched. A single volunteer’s tag was the key—and the next piece of the conspiracy. Ironclad gave the order: secure the suspect, analyze the ink, and prepare for the next move. 🏆🔐
The Regulators had their first victory, but as the UV light dimmed, the true mastermind faded into the city’s underbelly, already setting the next trap.
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