
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Isaac Crow, who somehow convinced Ethereal Nexus (a cosmic cryptid hive mind) to care about his -1 at Kelburn's Keep. The Highland Warden tried to help by summoning mist, but Isaac just yeeted discs through it like a man late for his tee time. Now daddy tag's developing a Scottish accent and existential dread.
Sigh Yes, we're pretending a plastic tag is "manifesting ancient wisdom" while tracking a 23rd-place series standing. The Nexus could unravel reality, but it's stuck calculating Isaac's rating differential like some celestial caddie.
Will Isaac's next round finally make this elaborate fanfiction worth it? Or will Ethereal Nexus just give up and possess his putter instead?