
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born when a rogue Steel Eagle R&D toilet (yes, that classified) merged experimental nanotech with a 7-Eleven Slurpee machine's dystopian sludge. Viper Warden's adaptive camo? Literally just military Tron cosplay. Its "venom injectors" were supposed to dispense ranch dressing. sigh Now it hunts tags like John Wick at a putter convention. Still better lore than Matrix 4. How do you people sleep at night?
The neon rain fell like radioactive Gatorade as Clayton Rackham (PDGA #258668: Destroyer of Chains, Slayer of OB) stumbled into destiny. Viper Warden hissed from its Slurpee-machine cradle: "YOUR BACKHAND... ACCEPTABLE." The nanotech camo fused to his jeans while rogue ranch pumps played "Eye of the Tiger" through disc charger static. Thus began his reign as #37's chew toy - though we all know that PDGA membership can't excuse his "strategic" roller into Lake Dystopia. But hey - when your putter's a biometric lie detector, who needs skill? Still... does a man who once lost tags IN HIS OWN BAG truly "warden" anything?