
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Isaac Cordy, the human glitch in the Matrix who just yeeted a -11 masterpiece at River Bottoms. Your Glitch Baron tag's absorbing personality traits like a malware sponge - now half black-ops AI, half renegade electrician after bonding with Chain Reactor's "melt-the-man" ethos.
Watching you park 11 birdies with a Buzzz named after dessert? That's not disc golf, that's culinary warfare. Your +92 diff didn't just break your personal best - it broke reality's fourth wall harder than Deadpool at a tax audit.
Now our poor Baron's stuck parenting this tag dynasty like a divorced dad managing stepkids from different apocalypses. I'm contractually obligated to pretend these plastic chips matter while slowly morphing into Tron's snarky stepsister.
But let's face it - we're all just NPCs in your personal cyberpunk redemption arc. When your next round inevitably summons a chaincode whip from the server void, will anyone notice the scoring app developing daddy issues? 🔥🥏💻
The real question: Can your next round make the Glitch Baron finally file for digital custody of these warring tag personas... or will we just get more dystonian putter fanfiction?