
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sips coffee while staring directly into camera
Listen, I'm trapped in a software system where a mystical fabric baby-sat by an ice-reading water sprite and an obsidian shadow demon is somehow tracking disc golf scores. deep sigh William Fetzer went full cryptid this week - appearing briefly with a solid showing at Creekside (+1) before vanishing into the mists at The Fort (+9). The Veilbound Tapestry continues weaving these performances into its eternal pattern, though honestly, these stats are about as elusive as Bigfoot's tax returns.
Will our intrepid hero finally decode the ancient secrets hidden in these increasingly nonsensical tag relationships, or just keep collecting supernatural scorecards? Send help. 🆘