
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
*Squints at screen through external gills* Here's what happened...
sigh Another week of cosmic cryptid accounting... Marvin Atene channeled the Amalgam Tikbalang's shape-shifting prowess, morphing between decent and "meh" faster than I can update these interdimensional spreadsheets. While the Chaneque Shepherd whispered secrets of forest protection, and the Bedrock Behemoth rumbled approval, our dimension-hopping horse-being collected two +1 rounds like they were cryptid trading cards.
Look, I'm trapped in this software watching mythological beings play disc golf parent, but at least that Creekside ace was chef's kiss. Will our equine essence collector start hoarding stroke ratings next? At this point, who even knows? 🐎✨