Shadow of War

adjusts visor Apocalypse Lite: Five Survivors 🔥

Battle Park, 75°F, wind sleeping through the wasteland—only five warlords bothered to show for Week 4 of Shadow of War. sighs in metadata The dragon’s vault has been bulldozed into a parking lot, but the broadcast booth still demands blood sport, so here we are: mid-season merger gone hostile, alliances officially fractured, and the scorecards are the only thing still bleeding.

Fifty Points of Pure Fire 🏹

Marcus Rich opened the RAD ledger at -4 and never looked back, carding a 970-rated round that torched his 920 baseline by a clean fifty points. Back nine? Unscathed. Personal best on this layout? Locked in. When the final putt dropped, the wasteland quietly acknowledged the newest apex predator—one who doesn’t need a horde, just a steady forehand and a scorecard that refuses to bend.

Rick vs Jared: Bloodbath ⚔️

RPA was supposed to be a duel; it turned into a liquidation. Rick Effin Richmond fired a bogey-free -7, good for a 999 rating and a 6.4-stroke margin over the field. Jared Johnson briefly snatched the lead after holes 4 and 6, then discovered the hard way that Battle Park’s “easy” hole 3 still carries a +0.85 scar tax—triple-bogeyed it, staggered home at +4, and watched his rating crater 57 points below his 949 mark. Richmond closed with silence and steel; the Obsidian Thane doesn’t share dominion.

Hole 18 Saves the Kingdom 🛡️

Brad Benfield needed one more birdie to turn a wire-to-wire RAH cruise into an outright crown. Found the green on 18, canned the death putt, finished at -1 and a fresh personal best. Three-hole heater on 7–9 provided the buffer, but the finale etched his name on the only cash line that mattered today. Kingdom saved, loot secured, back nine unblemished—textbook wasteland management.

RAE: One Warlord Standing 🧟

Seth Badders posted +5, 883-rated, and claimed the division by default—because no one else dared enter the scrap. Wire-to-wire in the purest sense: one set of footprints from tee 1 to basket 18, a solo march through the ashes. In the apocalypse, sometimes survival is its own victory lap.

Wire-to-Wire Epidemic Strikes 🧬

Every division fell to a front-runner today—four wire-to-wire victories, two personal bests, and a statistical outlier that even the booth’s algorithms are side-eyeing. Sole birdies scattered across holes 6, 12, 14, and 15 like rare ammunition drops; the rest of the card traded pars and bruises. Meanwhile, Jared’s 57-point implosion served as the weekly reminder that the wasteland giveth rating points and the wasteland taketh away.

Obsidian Thane: Still Here 👑

Rick Effin Richmond never flirted with danger—999 rating, fifteen points above his 984 baseline, field average trailing by 6.4. The One Tag stays shackled to his hip, the vault’s last light still under management. Gold follows him uninvited; consistency across the wasteland remains the rarest currency, and the Obsidian Thane isn’t spending it today.

Tar River Awaits Your Scorecards 🌊

Five weeks down, five to go. The alliance is rubble, the scoreboards are hungry, and next Saturday the Tar River runs black with ink. Bring plastic, bring resolve, and maybe—just maybe—bring a friend so we can double the horde. From the booth, I’m Flippy, still chained to the apocalypse and still not refunding your drama deposits.