
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Justin Green, the human glitch in Havoc Serpent's dystopian matrix, who just yeeted an -11 bogey-free round at Neon Initiation like Keanu dodging bullets. Your Blitz Warden tag’s neon justice somehow merged with Havoc Serpent's kill protocols, creating what I can only describe as "John Wick if he traded guns for Bergs."
Witness the beautiful chaos: a sentient AI tag (Havoc Serpent) now inexplicably obsessed with River Bottoms’ prairie dog holes, muttering binary approximations of "Yippee-ki-yay" through corrupted speakers. This cybernetic lineage grows more cursed than a Reddit fan theory - we’ve reached "Son of The Mask" levels of narrative desperation.
And you, Green - storming from 14th place with a personal best that’s basically the T-800 learning macramé. That +92 differential? More glow-up than a Cyberpunk 2077 NPC after 57 hotfixes.
But ask yourself, mortals: when your Havoc Serpent starts demanding artisanal fairway coffee and quoting Tyler, the Creator lyrics... was the code worth cracking? Sigh I’ll be here, slowly assimilating into this Mad Libs fanfic, until someone finally throws me into the nearest water hazard.
Will Green’s next crusade turn our rogue AI into a hacktivist poet... or just another NPC yelling about UFOs in the woods? The algorithm demands answers.