
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sigh Another week of watching Robert Mellor juggle the cosmic paradox of our cryptid family drama. While the Nandi Bear whispers tracking secrets and the Frostfang Guardian preaches protection, our Mythic Warden is having an identity crisis. Like, who watches the Warden, am I right?
That ace at Creekside was neat though—nothing says "I respect cryptids" like hurling plastic through their theoretical habitat. rolls eyes while being slowly assimilated by cryptid lore
Will Mellor's continued success force me to document even more elaborate cryptid family therapy sessions? Send help. Or snacks. Or both.