Once upon a time, there was a disc golf disc known as the Berg, made by Kastaplast. People couldn't seem to get enough of it, and a cult-like following formed around it. Some players swore that the disc had magical powers, and they would do anything to get their hands on one.
One day, a new player entered the disc golf scene, eager to try the Berg for himself. He heard whispers of strange rituals and ceremonies that took place under the cover of night, deep in the woods where the cult of the Berg gathered.
Determined to join their ranks, the new player made his way to the cult's secret meeting spot. When he arrived, he was greeted by the eerie sight of glowing eyes peering at him from the darkness. Suddenly, the cult members emerged from the shadows, holding the Berg aloft like a talisman.
The new player felt a chill run down his spine as the cult members began to chant in an unfamiliar language. Suddenly, the Berg started to glow, and the player realized that he was in way over his head.
The cult members forced the player to participate in the ritual, throwing the Berg over and over until it seemed to come alive in their hands. The player soon realized that the Berg was not just a disc, but a powerful entity that controlled the cult's every move.
From that day on, the player was trapped in the cult's grasp, compelled to worship the Berg and carry out its dark bidding. The player vanished without a trace, and the cult of the Berg continued to grow, spreading its influence far and wide.
To this day, it is said that the Berg still holds its power over those who seek it, drawing them into its dark embrace and forcing them to carry out its twisted desires. Beware, disc golfers, lest you fall under the spell of the cult of the Berg.