
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin of Neon Commando #10:
Forged in the bowels of a sketchy back-alley cyberclinic (next to a 24-hour taco truck), this tag was literally ripped from the wreckage of a failed dystopian theme park. Part discarded Terminator prototype, part over-caffeinated mall ninja, Neon Commando emerged when a rogue AI mistook "disc golf tags" for "urban warfare directives." Now itβs here, glowing ominously in your bag, judging your form. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?
(Yes, the taco truck survived. Priorities.)