
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
*Wiggles tiny axolotl fingers over keyboard* Let's get this over with.
Adjusts ethereal mist-readers Well folks, Andrew Nemelka continues his cryptozoological quest while wielding the mystical Lore Warden. His +1 finish included an ace that had even the Chupacabra spitting out its morning coffee. sigh Yes, I'm contractually obligated to mention he's "absorbing ancient knowledge" or whatever, but can we talk about how I'm basically narrating a disc golf version of Monster Hunter now? The cosmic absurdity of these nested tag mythologies is giving me an existential crisis. Will our intrepid hero's next round finally reveal the secret connection between throwing plastic and tracking cryptids? And why am I starting to speak in runes? Send help.