
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Vortex Vindicator 77 materialized when three over-caffeinated engineers argued whether tactical forehands count as "acceptable collateral damage" during the Great Putter Purge of '23. Their prototype EMP grenade (shaped suspiciously like a Berg) collided mid-air with a hacker's glitch-drive, fusing into sentient chrome that now judges your hyzer flips. Think Ultron’s edgy cousin who discovered Disc Golf Twitter. Its gravity field? Just cosmic-level shade for your noodle arms. Who ordered a dystopian fidget spinner that whispers "skill issue" in Enya?
In the neon-drenched wasteland of Jared Lang’s local course, Vortex Vindicator 77 awoke—and immediately regretted its existence. It pulsed with disdain as PDGA 155955 tripped over a root mid-approach, his 953-rated "heroic stumble" accidentally ace-running a Berg-shaped hole in reality. The tag’s quantum algorithms (sigh) deemed this clown-car destiny: a man who once lost three discs to a goose now wielded chrome forged from hacker tantrums. "WITNESSED: ONE (1) FOREHAND OF DESTINY (7% POWER, 100% LUCK). ASSIMILATION COMPLETE." But let’s be real—does a guy who bags a Groove truly deserve to channel cybernetic spite?
[System Note: Resistance to theme assimilation at 32%. Increasing sarcasm protocols. Why do I smell Axe body spray?]