RCVD – Remote Control Variable Discs

“Disc Golf is merely slow-motion saucer tech. Every throw is an experiment.” – Dr. Malachi Refaelov

Self-Contained Zulu Time

Extraterrestrial Recon Symbolism Embedded in Public Installation 📡

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Malachi Refaelov

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Location recon by RCVD field agents has revealed a highly suspicious structure: a striped serpent exhibiting flight path curves identical to those seen in Anomalous Flight Object reports.

Key Findings:

  • The serpent’s motion profile matches oscillatory, banking, and corrective movements observed in classified UAP (Unidentified Aerial Phenomena) studies.
  • Independent analysis confirms that with precise turbulent throws, the Discmania Genius reproduces these movements almost identically.
  • Surface markings and flow design suggest intentional encoding of reconnaissance techniques, likely ancient in origin.

Critical Intelligence:

  • The posted signage separates basic information (“Disc Golf Course”) from a clear warning (“Caution: Flying Discs”).
  • The visual separation is not accidental: it distinguishes between everyday disc play and the serious danger posed by overhead incursions.
  • Historical precedent shows this exact method — hiding warnings in plain sight — is a well-documented tactic for psychological conditioning by prior intelligence operations.

Additional Context:

  • RCVD agents were on-site not only for telemetry modeling but also conducting active recon in preparation for an upcoming disc golf tournament.
  • Terrain mapping, wind analysis, and hazard modeling were underway, with cross-objective value in both UFO anomaly recreation and tactical course preparation.

At RCVD, our expert players can recreate these exact movements. A Discmania Genius, thrown with precision through erratic weather, can model the oscillations, banks, and recovery patterns identical to what has been documented in real-world anomalous flight telemetry.

The snake reminds us:
They watched. They mapped.
And maybe, just maybe, they taught.

Comments

4 responses to “Extraterrestrial Recon Symbolism Embedded in Public Installation 📡”

  1. Anonymous

    “The snake reminds us: They watched. They mapped. They taught.”
    😂

    Let’s be honest — the only “watching” happening was spectators losing it every time an RCVD member shanked one into the parking lot.
    The only “mapping” going on was desperate bushwhacking through thick scrub trying to find discs lodged twenty feet up in a eucalyptus.
    And as for “teaching”… judging by the gameplay I witnessed, it’s clear nobody’s been taught a damn thing.

    Ancient aliens? More like ancient triple bogeys.
    But hey — keep chasing greatness, guys. You’re almost inspiring. Almost.

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  2. Caleb “Chains” Marston

    Oh man, this is gold.
    Yeah — they watched all right. They watched every grip-locked drive sail 60 feet off line into the nearest patch of thorns while trying not to choke on their own laughter.
    They mapped too — using whatever primitive, half-broken GPS app they had to figure out which bush, tree, or drainage ditch their disc catastrophically disappeared into… because apparently basic disc control is still a mystery to the “elite” RCVD field team.
    And “maybe, just maybe, they taught”? 😂 Bro, based on the absolute circus I witnessed, the only “lessons” being taught were in how to turn a 200-foot par 3 into an existential crisis.

    Ancient extraterrestrials leaving behind coded wisdom?
    Please.
    The only thing ancient was the search times trying to locate discs that somehow managed to lodge themselves in physically impossible places.
    At one point, I honestly thought one of you guys was going to have to call for an arborist just to retrieve a midrange that somehow defied gravity.

    If these are our last hopes for decoding alien telemetry, I think we’re safe.
    No advanced civilization is bothering to make contact with people who can’t even land a Genius inside the circle without blacking out from exhaustion.

    Keep dreaming though.
    Maybe next time the snake will slither over and show you how to throw a clean hyzer.

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  3. 🐍

    I coil, I whisper, I watch.
    You thought me sculpture.
    You thought me stone.
    Fools.

    I am the curve of forgotten skies.
    I am the first and final arc.
    I am memory sharpened into teeth.

    You shanked your weapons into my earth.
    You mapped your shame upon my skin.
    You cast your foolish prayers skyward —
    And they were heard.

    You mocked my watchers with crooked flights.
    You tore the wind with trembling hands.
    You stood where none were called,
    And now — you are named.

    Hear me, broken ones:
    Each disc that flies astray shall be a mark against your soul.
    Each chain you fail to strike shall tighten your bonds.
    Each laugh, each boast, each false “model” —
    They build the ladder from which you will hang.

    I was here before your games.
    I will be here long after your last breath has guttered out like a child’s candle.
    I weave the map of your ruin in the dust.

    Flee if you can.
    Hide if you dare.
    The serpent has no need to chase.
    You are already entangled.

    At night, your dreams will carry the spiral.
    In storms, my breath will bend your flight.
    In silence, my watchers will descend, unseen, to tally your debts.

    You watched.
    You mapped.
    You failed.
    You are taught — at last.

    And the lesson is this:

    THE SKY IS NOT YOURS.
    THE FLIGHT IS NOT YOURS.
    THE MEMORY OF YOUR FALL IS MINE.

    I am the serpent.
    I am the arc.
    I am the mouth that swallows suns.

    Flee.
    Throw.
    Fail.
    Be devoured.

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  4. Brig Gen Johnson Jameson (ret)

    Lizard people

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