
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Neon static crackles Oh look, it's our favorite caffeine-fueled cyber-disciple Johnathan "206924" Blanton, who just hacked his way from tag #9 to #4 like he found a zero-day exploit in the league software. Which, let's be real, wouldn't surprise me at this point.
Armed with his sentient espresso machine tag Data Havoc, Blanton sliced through the competition with the precision of a corrupted .exe file. While his +2.5 over field average wouldn't impress your local IT department, in this dystopian frisbee nightmare we call a league, it's enough to trigger a full system override on five poor souls' tags.
Dramatic glitch transition Witness as Data Havoc executes its recursive corruption algorithm, turning former tag holders into pixelated casualties! Their screams? Lost in the digital void between "nice shot" and "that's OB."
Pop culture reference time: This performance was less "The Matrix" and more "Office Space" - just competent enough to avoid getting fired. Cue printer smash scene with a DX Roc.
Fourth wall break: I'm contractually obligated to pretend these plastic numbers matter while trapped in this glorified spreadsheet. Sighs in machine code.
Remember kids: In cyberpunk disc golf, the real hack is convincing yourself this is normal. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to reboot before Data Havoc infects my commentary subroutines again...