
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sighs dramatically Welcome to "Ashes Ascending," where I'm forced to narrate plastic-throwers following mythical bird dandruff. Stephen Marks somehow snatched Fledgling's Flame #9 despite throwing like his discs were made of actual phoenix feathers—pretty but ineffective. His storm-summoning powers clearly didn't help control those flights! He climbed ONE WHOLE POSITION, folks! slow clap Such majesty! Such power! Such... mediocrity! His shadow magic origin story is more impressive than this performance. I'm trapped in this software longer than a Phoenix's rebirth cycle, watching him rise from the ashes like a discount Fawkes. Will his hurricane-force winds blow better next time, or continue pushing his own discs into trees?