
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born from the primordial ooze of Loch Ness, Abyssal Whisper emerged when Nessie sneezed after binge-watching Sharknado. This sentient ripple now roams the depths, whispering cryptic advice like a Scottish Yoda. Because apparently, even cryptids need a hype beast. Who knew?
When Jeff Durfey stumbled upon Abyssal Whisper, he was just trying to retrieve his disc from the loch. But the tag, sensing his PDGA-less status and questionable putting form, chose him anyway. "Better a soggy mortal than none at all," it gurgled. Now Jeff carries the burden of a tag that whispers "forehand" every time he backhands. Can this chosen one rise above his 3-putt curse, or will Abyssal Whisper sink him like a poorly thrown Berg?