
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin Story:
When Yasha Bond purchased a breakfast burrito at the exact GPS coordinates where the Neon Crusader's code first glitched into reality, the tag’s algorithm detected his PDGA#136247 and declared him “The One Who Putts In Neon.” Now he’s cursed/blessed with glowstick justice, a leather jacket that chafes, and a tag that mutters Schwarzenegger one-liners whenever he bogies. But does a man whose greatest nemesis is wind deserve to wield glow-in-the-dark authority? 🔥
Cliffhanger:
Will Yasha’s next throw be “I’ll be back” or “Consider this a divorce”? 💍