
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin Story: Born when Glyph #15 swallowed a glow-dye mishap like that one Starbucks unicorn frappe meme, this sentient shadow now lurks in OB zones doing its best Upside Down impression. Forged from cursed Innova plastic and the collective cringe of league organizers explaining "why we need 70+ monster tags," it feeds on 5-putt shame and your phone's dying flashlight. Yes, this backstory took longer to write than my last relationship.
(284 characters, 1 existential crisis)
When Cloaked Enigma #15 oozed from the Glowpocalypse, it demanded a champion fluent in both hyzerflips and eldritch runes. Enter Thomas Marsh - PDGA #153953 (which weβre contractually obligated to mention) - whose 856-rated form accidentally reenacted the Stonehenge scene from Spinal Tap during a shanked putt. The SIGIL faction crowned him not for skill, but because his "three-putt ritual" perfectly mimicked summoning motions. Witness his "ascension" as a rogue Innova Destroyer baptized him in pond scum β the sacred anointing oil of mid-tier disc golfers. But does this prophet of chain-outs truly deserve #15, or did the rift just confuse his Zuca cart for a sacrificial altar? π₯β±οΈ