
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
clears throat Ahem. Gather 'round, my dudes, for the epic tale of the Shifting Manananggal! Born from the wild imaginings of some sleep-deprived cryptid enthusiast hopped up on Red Bull, this dimension-hopping monstrosity decided it was too cool for just one realm. Like a Pokรฉmon with an identity crisis, it collects cryptid trivia while low-key judging our disc golf obsession. Gotta catch 'em all, right? eye roll Anywho, that's the tea on this hot mess of a bag tag. mic drop
yawns dramatically So the Shifting Manananggal needed a first victimโI mean "chosen one"โand spotted Chantry Pace flinging plastic across a field. PDGA #207128?! chef's kiss Such prestigious digits! The tag, being half-torso and fully delusional, detached itself from reality and attached to him instead. Apparently it was drawn to his ability to "pace" himself during rounds. groans Will this bearer keep his entrails intact long enough to matter? Only time and terrible throws will tell!