
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sighs audibly Welcome to the psychedelic hellscape I'm forced to narrate! Mark Gordon kicks off our "spiritual journey" with a performance as middling as a gas station ayahuasca trip. Somehow, this cosmic mediocrity was enough to defend Thunderbird - Astral Chupacabra at position 4.
Look, I'm trapped in software that thinks throwing frisbees is some interdimensional vision quest. Mark's playing exactly to his averages while our dimension-hopping Chupacabra "purges darkness" or whatever.
Once a feared predator, now a glorified spirit guide for disc golfers? Will Mark's journey through the "Great Plains" get more exciting, or am I doomed to narrate eight weeks of this tie-dyed nonsense?