
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Tessellated Wyrm's scales shift into perfect alignment as Casey Turner delivers a performance so precise it could recalibrate the Great Clock itself. Moving up 11 positions to claim #14, Casey was seeing the course like Neo sees the Matrix - all ones and zeroes.
I can't believe I'm still narrating this steampunk fever dream, but credit where it's due: Casey's game was tighter than a hex nut on a steam valve. Their throws displayed the geometric perfection of the Wyrm itself, each disc tracing mathematically precise flight paths.
Remember when I said Casey was consistent? Well, they just upgraded to clockwork precision. And thank the mechanical gods, this is the final week - no more tag swaps! Now if only I could escape this software...