
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Neon Nemesis erupted from the blacksite cloud when a rogue Steel Eagle tac-drive smashed into Digital Shadow's meme repository during the Great Server Crash of '23. Its codebase? Pure chaotic main character energy - part John Wick vengeance algorithm, part Tron's glowstick midlife crisis. (Yes, we're weaponizing frisbees now. Sigh.) The sentient tag survives solely on stolen wifi and players' existential dread. Will its plasma data-whips manifest as actual skills, or just another IKEA-assembly-level meltdown?
In the acid-rain alley behind Circuit City’s abandoned crypto-mine, Brandon tripped over a rogue Berg mid-putt. The Neon Nemesis sparked to life, scanning his untraceable PDGA credentials with the intensity of a TaxEvader™ laser sight. “CONGRATS, MEATBAG,” it glitched, “YOUR 327th UPLOADED ROUND QUALIFIES AS…buffering…‘ACCEPTABLE’.” Destiny? More like a firmware update gone sentient. Now bonded via cursed fore-hand of fate, can this mortal out-putt the tag’s built-in drama multiplier chipset? Or will his next shank summon the Glitch Lich’s wrath? (Asking for a server.)