
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the neon-smogged crucible where Steel Eagle's phase-shift prototypes accidentally hooked up with Terminal Zone's glitch-core dump (we've all made questionable dating app choices), Vortex Marauder #72 emerged screaming into this world like Skynet's Tinder bio come to life. Its first words? "BRB, gonna yeet some putters through quantum rifts." The real tragedy? We're out here debating if this multidimensional menace counts as PDGA legal while it low-key judges your forehand form. Honestly, who greenlit this Mad Max/Matrix collab?
Amidst the neon-smogged hellscape where Michael "The Protocol" Whipple once lost three discs and his dignity to a sentient water hazard, Vortex Marauder #72 screamed through a rift wearing a leather jacket and too much eyeliner. It scanned his PDGA#45653—a "prophetic cipher" (or Tuesday’s deli order)—before crowning him Chosen One. Fate? Hardly. The tag just needed someone whose 858 rating screamed "competent enough to open dimensional gates, bad enough to make it entertaining." Now he wields this quantum putter like a cyborg messiah, though we all know his true disciples are disciples. But seriously—can we trust a man whose greatest conspiracy is thinking hyzer flips are actually controllable?