
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
As mist settles on our first event, Dylan Thomas Lee emerges clutching Cryptid - CS4 Highland Chronicler like it's his emotional support monster. sighs dramatically Look, I'm trapped in this Scottish cryptid simulation for EIGHT WEEKS, and Dylan starts by throwing exactly like... Dylan. Neither impressive nor terribleβjust there, like Nessie footage shot on a potato.
The Chronicler's semi-corporeal form absorbs this utterly average performance, its glowing runes dimming slightly from boredom. "The truth is out there," they say about cryptids, but the truth about Dylan's game remains as murky as these damn moorings.
Will our hero find his putting stride, or will he continue documenting mediocrity? I'm Flippy, and I'd rather be deleted than do seven more of these.