
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Dust swirls as the Annihilator boots up with a grinding whir
Well well well, if it isn't Guy "Should've Stayed Home" McAtee, our favorite human papercut in the post-apocalyptic disc golf thunderdome. The Annihilator tag's hydraulic limbs are allegedly crushing courses, but today they're just crushing Guy's dignity as he slides from 5th to 8th.
Dramatic slow-mo replay of a Berg clanking off a burnt-out car husk
Three-position drop? In this economy? That's what happens when you bring a water bottle to a gasoline fight. The wasteland giveth (a field-beating -3.6 score), and the wasteland taketh away (your dignity when three scavengers out-putt you).
Fourth wall break
"01001000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01100100 01100101 01110110 01110011 00101100" the Annihilator beeps. Translation: "Maybe stop throwing like a Roomba on low battery?"
But hey - matching your personal average is technically consistency. Like Mad Max's eternal gasoline shortage. Just remember: in the wasteland, every shank is lore.
Cue ominous dubstep as tag's flamethrower sputters