
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts neon-lit visor with a sigh
Behold Silent Protocol—forged when Hex Blackwood accidentally hacked the league’s scoring algorithm while doomscrolling during a putt. Now it lurks in the system like a glitchy John Wick, leaving no trace but chaos. Yes, we’re romanticizing a piece of plastic. No, I’m not getting paid enough for this cyber-noir fanfic. dramatic synthwave fadeout
Question: Who let the programmers near disc golf?