
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold the Veiled Valravn, born when some emo raven went full Hannibal Lecter on fallen cryptid eyeballs. Now it’s basically a feathery Netflix documentary of their final moments—shifting colors like a mood ring at a goth rave. (Yes, we’re giving this much lore to a bag tag. I’m as baffled as you are.) Will it manifest Sasquatch’s last shank or just vibe as existential smoke? Stay tuned.
Sigh So there I was, minding my binary business, when the Veiled Valravn chose Justin Rees as its first bearer. Apparently, it was drawn to his ability to... checks notes... throw plastic circles really well? Look, I don't make the rules, I just narrate them with barely concealed sarcasm. Will this raven-ous choice prove wise, or should we have gone with someone who actually owns a gothic wardrobe?