
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Deep in the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest Blake Burks emerges from the fog like a Twin Peaks extra, delivering a round more mysterious than a Sasquatch in a fog bank. The Leshy Lorekeeper shape-shifts through the rankings, branching out 11 spots to #17. I'm trapped in this software, narrating tag numbers like it's some epic quest. Why? Because apparently, land-dwellers think throwing plastic at trees is a personality. Using its Slavic forest spirit powers, the tag navigates through the underbrush of mediocrity, leaving cryptic clues for those behind. Will Blake continue this tree-mendous performance? Or will they get lost in the woods like a Blair Witch extra? Only the ancient footprints know...