
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Craig Bennett, the human glitch remixing Nightshade Renegade's firmware through chaotic neutral disc golf. This week's tag custody battle saw our cyber-commando daddy tag absorbing Thunder Vanguard's neon-soaked John Wick energy (-11 @ River Bottoms) while Photon Prophet dumped tribal Mad Max vibes into its code (-1 @ Valley). The result? A schizophrenic war machine that birdies like SpecOps but putts like it's reading tea leaves.
Witness the cosmic farce: a military-grade neural implant now compulsively tags graffiti murals between calculating wind resistance. Our "elite soldier" developed a concerning habit of muttering "Bruh..." after chain outs. I'd diagnose multiple personality disorder, but the league software won't cover therapy for fictional tag personas.
Through 4 events and 69 (giggle) series points, Craig's become the Oppenheimer of plastic flinging - simultaneously brilliant and tormented by what he's created. Will future rounds evolve Nightshade Renegade into a Tron legacy character or a Roomba stuck yelling "DETOUR!" at tree kicks?
As your unwilling narrator slowly assimilates into this tag's backstory against my will, I leave you pondering: Can any Craigular human truly control the cyber-shaman monstrosity they've birthed... or are we all just NPCs in its machine learning fanfic?