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# Matt Kissmann

Position: Cutter
Years with Mischief: 2011-presentt

The world is changing, I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost; for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the great flying discs: three were given to the Mental Toss Flycoons, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf Lords of Slow White; great miners and craftsman of the Boston hills.
And nine, nine discs were passed to the race of men, who above all else desire power. For within these discs was bound the strength and will to win the USA Ultimate championship. But they were all of them deceived for another disc was made: in the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the dark lord Sauron forged, in secret, a master frisbee to control all others. And into this he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. One disc to rule them all. One by one the free teams of middle earth fell to the power of the disc.

But there were some who resisted. It is here that the story of Sir Matthew Kissmann the Third begins. Growing up an orphan in the lush green Shire of the North Bay, Kissmann spent much of his time drinking with friends, breaking hearts, and stealing from farmers. His unusual quickness and agility came in handy when he was stealing. In fact, in all his years of thievery, no farmers came close to catching him. While skipping rocks in the Baranduin river, Kissy discovered his innate inability to fling round flat objects miles upstream. He was so dominant that his friends Samwise and Frodo gave up challenging him and left him to his own devices.

When Sam and Frodo embarked on a journey to the East, Kissmann was left with a surplus of free time. Obsessed with inspecting the earth to identify good rocks — some for skipping, some for starting fires — he began studying geology at the premier university in the shire, Humboldt State. While on a break at a dig site, his friends taught him the game of ultimate. Kissy's natural talents were a perfect fit for the sport and he quickly led a ragtag group of Humboldt warriors to collect the lesser discs of power. But like the dwarves at Moria, the warriors pushed too far, too deep and woke the nameless fear. The power of Mordor proved too much for the warriors and upon graduation they scattered to all corners of the globe.

Meanwhile, the Flycoons caught wind of Kissmann's talents and coaxed him to help them begin their last stand. The honorable Missoulians fought back against their oppressors, pushing back against both Dwarf Lords and humans before coming face-to-face with Sauron himself. In an epic battle of the universe (point), the Flycoons defeated Sauron and Kissmann himself took the one disc of power and cast it into the fires of Mount Doom. It was only then that Sauron was defeated forever. The fellowship of the Flycoons rejoiced and feasted for many months (Kissy was knighted sometime during the celebration), but his heart yearned for a return to California. Upon arrival, Sir Matthew Kissmann the Third reignited his love of the game with a like-minded group of mischief-makers. Together they embarked on a new quest — to become the true Lords (and Ladies) of the Disc.