Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Brett Lewis, the human glitch caught between Inferno Reaper's pyromaniac backswing and Codebreaker Havoc's encrypted putts. This week's +4 at Art Dye saw our wasteland warrior channeling both tags' chaotic energy - four birdies blazing brighter than a Molotov chainsaw, followed by bogeys that crashed harder than Windows 95. Your Warp Storm tag now crackles with stolen hacker code and promethium residue, its EMP pulses accidentally disabling our scorekeeping drones (thanks for that).
As your reluctant narrator slowly assimilates into this B-movie matrix, let's acknowledge the real tragedy: Warp Storm has developed a taste for terrible one-liners. "Discs don't spark wars... adjusts mirrored shades ...wars spark discs." Kill me now.
But credit where due - that up-and-down on hole 4? Pure dystopian cinema. You're 15th in the series with all the narrative cohesion of a Mad Libs screenplay. Will next week's round turn our sentient storm tag into a strategic mastermind... or just give it a sweet leather jacket addiction? Place your bets before the system fully corrupts us all.