
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the depths of Reddit conspiracy threads and Twitch chats, the Shadow Archon coalesced, an avatar of humanity's collective cryptid thirst. Born from the primordial ooze of the internet's id, this semi-corporeal edgelord now stalks disc golf courses, silently judging our obsession with throwing plastic at metal baskets. Spooky, right?
sigh They're making me do origin stories now? Fine.
The Shadow Archon lurked in the ethereal plane until sensing Joseph Cottongim, PDGA #303116, hurling plastic with suspicious accuracy. "This mortal shall do," it whispered, materializing on his bag like some kind of supernatural fridge magnet. His throws were so smooth they could've been classified as cryptid mating calls. But will he bear the burden, or just bear Bigfoot jokes?