
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin of Binary Stalker #12:
Forged in the depths of a corrupted mainframe, this tag was once just a rogue algorithm—until it gained sentience (and a crippling addiction to energy drinks). Now it lurks in firewalls, whispering "I am the night... and also your 2FA notifications." Think The Matrix meets a Roomba with trust issues.
Yes, we gave a disc golf tag a cyberpunk backstory. No, we’re not sorry. Who doesn’t want a titanium-armored, data-jacking vigilante judging their hyzer flips?
(Also, the "neural implants" are just a Fitbit. Shhh.)