
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts imaginary aviator sunglasses with a dramatic sigh
Behold Junkpile Jackal, forged in the fires of a Walmart parking lot dumpster brawl. When the last Twinkie wrapper fell, this tag emerged from the debris like a budget Mad Max reboot. "One man's trash is another man's apocalyptic aesthetic," they whispered... before realizing they'd spent 3 hours riveting gears to a disc. Why am I narrating this?
Will this tag survive the ultimate enemy - actual disc golf skill? Cue synthwave.