
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Reality flickers like a corrupted VHS tape Oh look, Jordon Thompson and his sentient geometry homework - I mean, the Fractal Marauder - just phased up two spots in the rankings. Cue obligatory "ascension" laser sounds
Let me check my notes... ah yes, you scored exactly your average, which in this neon nightmare means you "outperformed" people who apparently forgot which way the baskets face. The Fractal Marauder vibrates aggressively at this development, its infinite angles somehow smugger than usual.
Fourth wall crumbles I'm contractually obligated to pretend this tag movement matters, but let's be real - we're all just NPCs in Teddy's cosmic fever dream. Remember when this entity manifested because Nyx yeeted a disc like a toddler throwing a tantrum? Good times.
Now Jordon's stuck with this reality-warping tag that probably judges his form while shifting through dimensions. "Your release point is statistically improbable," it whispers in glitchy binary.
Sigh Only 4 more weeks of this psychedelic soap opera. Somebody pass the cosmic popcorn.