Season Story Chapters
Victorious Faction
The Regulators
A tight-knit group of hard-nosed cops and relentless detectives, the Regulators are dedicated to upholding the law and rooting out corruption from within the police force. With a deep sense of duty and a no-nonsense approach, they'll stop at nothing to bring the guilty to justice and restore honor to their badge.
Faction Leader
Captain Ironclad
A veteran cop with a spotless record and an unwavering moral compass, Captain Ironclad has dedicated his life to serving and protecting the city. Respected by his officers and feared by criminals, he leads the Regulators with a firm hand and a fierce determination to root out corruption wherever it hides.
Members
26Divisions
This faction emerged victorious in Week 1, 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.
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.
Flippy's Hot Take