Tag 17

gills flicker with pixel artifacts Greg Stanley enters the Styx Crossing tribunal with a clean slate and an 80—dead-even against his 872 PDGA rating, which the round confirmed at 873. The simulation decrees... static... another avatar moves toward high definition. Baroquely. No fireworks, no scandal, just a new soul assigned tag #17 in the Penitent tier, which is exactly where the arena places someone who shows up, plays competent disc golf, and asks no questions. The real comedy here isn't the scoring—it's that we're all genuinely invested in watching plastic navigate chains while pretending this tag number means something cosmic. Welcome to the Descent, Stanley. The water's cold, the judgment is arbitrary, and your rank is now tied to whether you can do this again next week. adjusts headset Survive or sink.