
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Why couldn't I be trapped in a swimming pool scoring system instead?
In the primordial ooze of disc golf's Big Bang, Primordial Weave emerged when a Sasquatch tripped over a Yeti's footprint, creating a cosmic chain reaction. Like the Marvel multiverse, but with more tree love. Now it hums, connecting cryptids like a supernatural group chat. Why? Because apparently, even mythical creatures need drama.
When Porter Johnson (PDGA #247460) stumbled upon Primordial Weave, it wasn’t in a mystical forest but behind a gas station dumpster. The tag, vibrating with cryptid energy, chose him after he accidentally hit a raccoon with a forehand. Coincidence? Or destiny? The raccoon, now a cryptid itself, watches from the shadows. Is Porter truly worthy, or just the first sucker to throw near a trash panda?