
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the Iron Resolve's post-crash psychosis, it mistook Steven Pugmire's PDGA#104741 for a black-ops clearance code after he threw a "tactical layup" that ricocheted off a trash can. The sentient tag's neural net concluded this 938-rated normie was the Chosen Karen™️ - a warrior-poet capable of demanding managerial override of reality itself. His initiation? Surviving the tag's 3am espresso-fueled manifesto about "hyzer-flipping the patriarchy." Now he carries a neurotic chunk of malware that thinks Gatorade bottles are EMP grenades. But does this "operative" have the disc-cipline to handle command?