
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Oh, you want the legend of Warpaint Wrecker? Fine. Picture this: A demolition expert—let’s call him "Mad Max if he’d discovered disc golf instead of gasoline"—got bored of blowing things up post-apocalypse. So he welded a putter from reactor shielding (because OSHA wasn’t around to stop him) and started tagging ruins with glow-in-the-dark war paint like some wasteland Banksy. Now he’s a tag. Sigh. Yes, this is my life now.
Why phosphorescent streaks? Because nothing says "I survived the end times" like looking like a rave casualty. Next question?