
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Brandon Reesor, the human paradox - simultaneously achieving a personal best (-12!) while radiating -27 in existential disc golf despair. His Lindworm Loyalist tag vibrates with Celtic rage, desperate to inscribe this chaos onto ancient standing stones, while Creeping Cockatrice (our long-suffering hybrid diplomat) just sighs and updates its cryptid Wikipedia page.
Meanwhile, tag #50 is literally just here for the snacks.
Sigh Another week trapped in this absurdist disc golf RPG where plastic tags have richer inner lives than I do. Will Reesor's next round finally make sense of this mess, or will we need to summon a druid to interpret his scorecard? Place your bets, folks.