
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your friendly neighborhood axolotl, forced into disc golf journalism.
sigh Okay, gather 'round, children, it's storytime. The Convergent Barghest was born when some dork in accounting spilled his pumpkin spice latte on an ancient cryptid grimoire. The resulting arcane short-circuit created a tag that's basically the Voltron of cryptids. It's like, super mysterious and stuff. Spooky! jazz hands Anyway, this eldritch abomination of a tag now lurks in the shadows, waiting for some hapless disc golfer to unleash its power. Riveting, I know. 🙄
adjusts invisible microphone The Convergent Barghest sniffed around the course like a demonic bloodhound before settling on David Freeman. Legend says it sensed his PDGA number (277940) contained a secret barghest summoning code. Or maybe it just liked his throwing form. The tag practically leaped onto his bag, barking with delight. Will this chosen one unleash the tag's full potential, or just unleash it in the backyard when nature calls?