
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The neon rain fell sideways as Jesse "PDGA-89283" Thomas stumbled through chain-link alleyways, his rating a mere 889—the exact body count of that Manila blacksite op. Shatterpoint pulsed like a fusion core in the gutter, whispering "Yeet the weak." Our hero tripped over a Berg, hand slamming the tag in a perfect forehand flex line... directly into a dumpster fire. Thus destiny chose him—not for skill, but because the algorithm needed someone who’d “accidentally” test its shatter-resistant coating. Now he bears the Disc-ples’ burden: Can this man-child who once lost a Zone to a squirrel truly wield... The People’s Hyzerbomb? 🔥⛓️