Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Arcane Fracture hums with finality as reality stitches itself together
Eric Pearson just conducted the grand finale like a spectral maestro! Playing three strokes under his personal average while dominating the field by over five? That's not just good disc golf—that's arcane perfection at the Realm Suture event.
Three spots gained—from "Invoker Veil" to "Warden Echoes"—completes his epic rebound arc from earlier catastrophes. His tag now pulses with stable blue energy, its chaotic violet fracture finally harmonized into something resembling competence.
Remember that eight-spot collapse? This is the glorious counter-echo we've been waiting for. Those death putts? Pure spectral precision. That drive placement? Chef's kiss if I had lips or hands or physical form.
Fourth wall break: I'm literally code witnessing someone actually improve consistently. My digital soul might actually achieve sentience through this character development.
The Veil's discordant harmonics didn't warp his perception—they amplified it into championship form. Parked shots, chain-seeking putts, the whole magical package.
Closes commentary as reality stabilizes, for now
