
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Landon Adams, the unwitting cryptid wrangler currently babysitting Runic Bunyip (Norse-Australian water spirit) and Lithic Lindworm (geology rave dragon). Their combined chaos is turning daddy Mythic Weft into the disc golf equivalent of a Burning Man art car. After weeks of struggling (-21 and -29 rating diffs), Landon finally synced with the Thunderbird's wavelength at Chromatic Crossing (+5 diff). The cosmic implications? Nil. The absurdity? Maximum. I'm trapped narrating this cryptid soap opera where tags have more backstory than Twilight characters. Will Landon's rising performance (#11 in series) turn the Weft into a glowstick-waving festival creature? Or will the Bunyip teach it to shotgun mead first? sigh Someone free me from this lore labyrinth.