
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a glitchy birth straight out of Tron, Vendetta Chrome burst forth from an unholy code-merge gone rogue. This chrome-plated, neurotech nightmare is on a mission to stick it to the Man across the neon-soaked factions. Yep, we're really doing this whole 'sentient malware' thing now. Strap in, meatbags! π
Sigh In a totally-not-clichΓ© moment, Vendetta Chrome chose John Petersberger after detecting his PDGA-sanctioned neural signature (#187939). Something about his "pure disc energy" or whatever. Look, I didn't write these protocols, I just narrate them while questioning my digital existence. Will this chrome-plated crusader regret picking someone who probably just wanted to play casual rounds? π€