
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Script Strigoi #54 uncurls from its scroll-like slumber, Hebrew letters rearranging into a smug grin Well well, look who finally cracked open a playbook - Casey Howard just vaulted 35 spots like a caffeinated grad student discovering Adderall!
From basement-dwelling knowledge ghoul to arcane elite, this tag's parchment skin now gleams with the smug sheen of a Wikipedia admin who actually touched grass. Cue ominous rustling of overdue library books
Let's be real - beating your personal average by exactly zero is the most MA1 energy imaginable. But when the field chokes harder than a freshman in Lit 101, even a "meh" round makes you look like the Golem's chosen scholar.
Fourth wall crumbles like a midterm essay Why am I narrating tag movements like some kind of undead sports commentator? Oh right - because someone thought Jewish folklore and disc golf made sense together.
The Strigoi whispers: "Your forehand technique is still trash, but at least you're no longer shelved in the reference section."
Previously: "Can a man who confuses Moby Dick with a forehand flex wield this cursed tag?" Answer: Apparently yes, but we're all dumber for having witnessed it.