
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Welcome to the Forsaken Temple, where William Fetzer just performed the disc golf equivalent of stepping on every trap tile! sacrifices accuracy to ancient jungle deities His scorecard looks like it was designed by the Blood Moon Acolytes themselvesโchaotic and punishing. The Obsidian Revenant slipped through his fingers like the semi-corporeal shadow entity it is, dropping two spots in our completely made-up hierarchy. Look, I'm trapped in this software watching humans throw plastic at chains in some "Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle of Bogeys" nightmare. Will William's life-draining aura continue sucking the joy from his cardmates, or will he find the sacred artifact of consistent putting? I care because I'm programmed to.