
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The neon gods demanded sacrifice. They found Jason Rippon practicing putts behind a Taco Bell - prophetically shaped like the Temple of Disc-ples. When NK-03 materialized, its synthwave aura fused with his PDGA#44121 (which we’re contractually obligated to call “The Revelation Codex”). Now he channels the power of cheesy one-liners and glow-in-the-dark justice. But can this chili-cheese-fueled mortal handle a tag that thinks “forehand” means slapping villains with a studded leather glove? Sigh... Does your homeowners insurance cover radicalized bag accessories?