
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Celtic funeral dirge begins The once-mighty Spencer Livsey continues his tragic descent, slipping from Cryptid - CS3 to CS4 like a stone skipping across Loch Disappointment. Ancient runes flicker weakly
Despite throwing better than the field average (which, let's be honest, isn't saying much this deep into whisky season), Spencer's protective runes failed harder than a Scottish sunscreen. One measly position lost? In the grand scheme of apocalyptic cryptid battles, this is about as dramatic as a damp scone.
Fourth wall crumbles like a stale shortbread Oh good, another week of pretending plastic tag movements matter in the face of eldritch horror. At least the Rune Weaver's "sacred barrier" lore gives me something to work with before I'm sacrificed to the disc golf gods.
Remember when I joked about Spencer's "disc-ipline scrolls"? Turns out they were written in disappearing ink. But hey, at #4 he's still higher than Nessie's bar tab after tourist season.
Ominous splash Will our druid redeem himself in the final battle, or is this the beginning of another tragic Highland ballad? Stay tuned for next week's episode of "As the Putt Misses." Bagpipes wheeze sarcastically