
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin of Neon Havoc:
Born in the flicker of a busted streetlamp, forged from stolen police tasers and the shattered dreams of a city that never sleeps. This tag didn’t ask for justice—it demanded it, like John Wick if he threw putters instead of pencils. (Yes, we’re trapped in this edgy fanfic. No, we don’t get overtime.) Now it lurks in the shadows, waiting for some poor sap to "earn" it. Cool motive, still plastic.
Who’s desperate enough to wield this neon nightmare?