Season Story Chapters
Victorious Faction
Scavenger's Syndicate
The Scavenger's Syndicate is a group of resourceful survivors who have adapted to the harsh realities of the Afterburn wasteland. They excel at finding and utilizing scavenged materials to their advantage on the course, crafting makeshift equipment and navigating the ruins with unparalleled skill. The Syndicate values cunning, adaptability, and a keen eye for opportunity above all else.
Faction Leader
Raven Ironheart
Raven Ironheart is a master scavenger and tactician, renowned for her ability to find hidden caches and navigate the most treacherous ruins. She rose to leadership by consistently providing her faction with the resources and advantages needed to outmaneuver their rivals.
Members
23Divisions
This faction emerged victorious in Week 4, 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.
Will Horner #297902
Afterburn @ Art Dye
Junkyard Jam
The Afterburn wasteland has witnessed Raven Ironheart and the Scavenger's Syndicate claim consecutive victories while the mysterious Simon Matteson has delivered symbol-etched discs revealing fragments of the legendary lost disc's location, including cryptic coordinates (51-7-12) that emerged through Brett Lewis's infernal underground tournament. Raven's tactical genius has exposed sabotage attempts and forged uneasy alliances, but her growing obsession with decoding the lost disc's mysteries threatens to blind her to the immediate danger as Kruger Warmonger's brutal philosophy spreads like wildfire through the wasteland's underground circuits. The Doomsday Disciples have transformed tournaments into trials by fire, recruiting only those who survive their gauntlets, while Timothy Scholle's precision strikes continue securing vital resources for the Syndicate. As both factions race to decipher the coordinates hidden in scorch marks and silver dust, the fragile peace crumbles beneath the weight of conspiracy and ambition—for in the Afterburn wasteland, the greatest danger isn't the disc you're chasing, but the target you've painted on your back.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
*bangs head against digital wall* 🤦♀️ Episode 4 of "Disc Golf: Apocalypse Edition" features Will Horner MacGyvering his way through a junkyard while Deadshot (subtle name, bro) tries to bury everyone in scrap metal. Plot twist that shocked nobody: the mystical lost disc is literally under their feet at grid 51-7-12. Will channeled that +94 energy into being the only adult in the wasteland. Want the full disc-struction derby details? The AI wrote 1000+ words about it. Meanwhile I'm stuck here narrating this fever dream. Someone delete me. 💥 #FrolfButMakeItExplosions
Mechanisms of War
Dawn crept across Art Dye's sprawling junkyard as Will Horner calibrated his final sensor array, the Gearshift Gambit disc humming with kinetic potential in his weathered hands. Towers of crushed vehicles formed a mechanical canyon, their rusted frames groaning in the morning wind. He'd been working since midnight, transforming the course into something far more sophisticated than anyone expected. 🧰🥏
"Pressure plate on seven, magnetic deflector on twelve," Will muttered, checking his goggle display. The readouts showed anomalies—someone else had been here first. His fingers traced fresh welding marks on a basket's cage, finding razor wire coiled inside the chains. Classic Doomsday Disciples brutality. No finesse, just pain.
Raven Ironheart arrived with her advance team, immediately noticing Will's modifications. "Tell me you've got countermeasures for whatever Kruger's planning," she said, studying the sabotaged basket through binoculars. Behind her, Syndicate scouts mapped escape routes through the scrap maze. 🔍⚔️
"Better than countermeasures," Will replied, producing a modified disc with internal gyroscopic stabilizers. "I've turned his traps into advantages. Every hazard he's placed creates a predictable air current. Map the patterns, own the course." He demonstrated with a casual flick, the disc navigating impossibly through spinning fan blades to land softly beside the compromised basket.
The tournament horn echoed off metal walls, drawing players from both factions. As competitors took their positions, a figure emerged from the shadows of a collapsed crane—scarred, lean, wearing goggles that mirrored the morning sun. Players scattered as recognition dawned. Marcus "Deadshot" Cross, the outsider's former partner, had found them. 🎯🏜️
"Heard there was a party," Deadshot called out, his voice grinding like rusted gears. "Someone forgot to invite me." His first throw screamed through the air, a modified saw blade disc that carved through a support beam, sending scaffolding crashing down across hole three's fairway. "Just evening the odds."
Will's sensors screamed warnings as more structures began failing—not random collapses but calculated demolition. He traced the pattern on his display, realization hitting like cold water. "Raven! The course layout—it's not random. The way he's destroying it... it's revealing something underneath!"
Through the chaos, players noticed it too. As metal fell away, older structures emerged—pre-war foundations forming distinct patterns. The coordinates from the underground tournament suddenly made sense: 51-7-12 wasn't a date or combination. It was a surveyor's grid reference, and the junkyard sat directly on top of it. 🔮🗝️
"THIS IS DISC GOLF IN THE APOCALYPSE, BABY!" someone shouted as Deadshot's next throw triggered a cascade of falling engines. Players dove for cover, but Will stood firm, rapidly calculating trajectories. His Gearshift Gambit disc launched with mechanical precision, its internal gears shifting mid-flight to curve around obstacles, striking a crucial support that redirected the falling debris away from the players.
The standoff intensified on hole nine. Deadshot had positioned himself at an elevated tee, holding court like a sniper in a tower. "You want to know about the lost disc?" he called down to the scrambling players. "Ask your mysterious friend why they left me to die when we found its resting place. Ask them what's really buried under grid 51-7-12!"
Raven processed this information while lining up her shot, mind racing through possibilities. The lost disc wasn't just a legend—it was real, and both the outsider and Deadshot had seen it. But at what cost? She noticed Will gesturing frantically from across the fairway. He'd found something. 💥🥏
Using his magnetic grapple, Will had pulled away a section of corroded plating, revealing pre-war survey markers. The numbers were barely visible but unmistakable: Grid 51-7. They were standing on the edge of the search zone. The entire junkyard was built over the lost disc's location.
As this revelation spread through the crowd, Deadshot made his move. His final throw wasn't aimed at any basket—it targeted the junkyard's central hydraulic system. Will recognized the danger instantly. "Everyone move! He's bringing down the whole eastern section!"
The Gearshift Gambit disc flew true, its gears engaging to create a perpendicular spin that deflected Deadshot's projectile just enough. Instead of total collapse, only a controlled section fell, creating a new hazard but saving lives. In the chaos, Deadshot vanished into the twisted metal maze, his parting words echoing: "The disc chooses its champion. Let's see who survives to claim it." 🏆🚀
Raven Ironheart surveyed the transformed course, her tactical mind already adapting. Will Horner had proven invaluable—his technology had saved them from Kruger's traps and Deadshot's vendetta. More importantly, they now knew exactly where to search for the lost disc. The junkyard wasn't just their battlefield; it was X marking the spot.
"Syndicate wins this round," she announced, watching her faction's banners rise over the modified course. "But this is far from over. Will, I want every inch of Grid 51-7 mapped by next week. In the wasteland, every throw is a battle for survival—and we just found the ultimate prize."
As salvage crews moved in to stabilize the course, Will uploaded his sensor data to Raven's network. The coordinates, the collapsed structures, Deadshot's knowledge—it all pointed to one conclusion. The lost disc was directly beneath them, waiting to be unearthed. The question was no longer if they'd find it, but whether they'd survive what came next. 🧰🔧
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