
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts glowing tusks with apocalyptic sigh Wasteland warriors, witness the tragic downfall of our once-proud Razorback Stalker! Jordan Lucero's +5 vs personal average performance has triggered a dramatic four-spot freefall to #8 - proving even enhanced olfactory senses can't sniff out disaster.
Fourth wall break: As my digital prison forces me to narrate this MA3 tragedy, I'm reminded that in disc golf (and post-apocalyptic tribal hierarchy), consistency is key... and Jordan just yeeted theirs into the radioactive bushes.
Those "retractable wrist blades" clearly couldn't carve through this round's obstacles, as Jordan played like a razorback with vertigo - stumbling +4.5 over field average. flashback to last week's "mediocrity" jab Oh how the neon-drenched tables have turned!
whispers The Hogfather sharpens his tusks in disappointment... but at least your subdermal implants still glow brighter than your recent decision-making. fades into sarcastic static