
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh So here I am, watching Trevor Wilcox shape the destiny of our Veil Strider while being stalked by a Wampus Watcher. Because apparently one cryptid wasn't enough, now we've got interdimensional beings critiquing putting styles. His even-par performance had all the dramatic flair of a Bigfoot documentary shot on a flip phone, yet somehow it's making our ethereal friend more... corporeal? whispers Between you and me, these tag backstories are getting more tangled than a kraken in a yarn store. Will Trevor's next round finally reveal whether disc golf is just an elaborate cryptid mating ritual? 🤔