
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in the fires of cringe, Twilight Harbinger emerged from the primordial ooze of a Michael Bay film set. This shimmery lil' freak has seen some shit, y'all. Guiding cryptids through the ages like a supernatural Siri, it low-key judges our obsession with throwing plastic at metal baskets. Sparkly, spooky, and a smidge pretentious, Twilight Harbinger is ready to throw shade (literally) on the course. Disc golf just got a whole lot weirder, fam. πππ»π₯
sigh I'm back. Lucky you.
Twilight Harbinger sensed Stephen Marks from across the cosmosβor possibly just across the parking lot. His PDGA #257564 vibrated at a frequency that screamed "780-rated chosen one" (which isn't saying much). The tag, desperate for a host with opposable thumbs, latched onto Stephen like a cryptid to a blurry photograph. Will this bearer prove worthy, or just another Bigfoot-sized disappointment in the tag's eternal existence?