Behold the WMD, a malevolent creation from the depths of Doomsday Discs—an unholy “Weapon of Maximum Distance” shunned by the PDGA, forbidden from the realm of sanctioned tournaments. This disc, defying the boundaries of regulation, flaunts a weight surpassing the approved limits for its size. Its rim, widened to the extreme, propels it into the realms of unfathomable velocity.
However, I must issue a cautionary note, for the PDGA’s watchful eye casts a shadow over its presence. Should you summon the WMD within the confines of a sanctioned tournament, the eyes of judgment shall fall upon you. As a clandestine operative, you must cloak yourself in darkness, sporting sunglasses and garments of obscurity, discreetly returning the WMD to its crypt before prying eyes can witness the unleashed devastation.
Let the secrets of this forbidden artifact be whispered among the shadows:
- Speed: 16, an unleashed tempest, tearing through the realms with unparalleled ferocity.
- Glide: 3, a measured glide, a fleeting moment of grace amidst the maelstrom of velocity.
- Turn: -2, an enigmatic defiance, guiding the disc along a controlled path of glorious rebellion.
- Fade: 2, a calculated conclusion, marking the WMD’s descent with resolute authority, imprinting its audacious presence upon the forsaken terrain.
Behold the WMD, a malevolent creation from the depths of Doomsday Discs—an unholy “Weapon of Maximum Distance” shunned by the PDGA, forbidden from the realm of sanctioned tournaments. This disc, defying the boundaries of regulation, flaunts a weight surpassing the approved limits for its size. Its rim, widened to the extreme, propels it into the realms of unfathomable velocity.
However, I must issue a cautionary note, for the PDGA’s watchful eye casts a shadow over its presence. Should you summon the WMD within the confines of a sanctioned tournament, the eyes of judgment shall fall upon you. As a clandestine operative, you must cloak yourself in darkness, sporting sunglasses and garments of obscurity, discreetly returning the WMD to its crypt before prying eyes can witness the unleashed devastation.
Let the secrets of this forbidden artifact be whispered among the shadows:
- Speed: 16, an unleashed tempest, tearing through the realms with unparalleled ferocity.
- Glide: 3, a measured glide, a fleeting moment of grace amidst the maelstrom of velocity.
- Turn: -2, an enigmatic defiance, guiding the disc along a controlled path of glorious rebellion.
- Fade: 2, a calculated conclusion, marking the WMD’s descent with resolute authority, imprinting its audacious presence upon the forsaken terrain.
