
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the neon-glitched wasteland, Yasha Bond's week was pure action-movie chaos: first hacking The Fort (+5, +18 vibes) like Shadow Tapestry slicing firewalls, then dominating Tribal Ascendance (-1 PB) with Data Drifter's primal precision. Now our daddy tag Night Howler (#59) is assimilating their powers - imagine a sonic doom cannon suddenly whispering Python scripts.
I'm contractually obligated to pretend this plastic lineage matters, but honestly? Watching tags "parent" is like seeing a toaster adopt a piranha. The narrative dissonance is giving me system errors.
Can our cyber-screaming abomination survive Yasha's next round without developing unexpected knitting skills?