Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the neon-drenched trenches of code warfare, a Steel Eagle tactical algorithm accidentally yeeted itself into a Digital Shadow hacker’s neuralink during a botched delete operation—creating Wraith Protocol, the glitch gremlin of bag tags. Its origin story? Basically if Skynet and a Tamagotchi had a baby raised by Mr. Robot. Now it haunts our league like a sentient parking ticket, oscillating between military precision and chaotic "hold my energy drink" coding sprees. Who needs lore consistency when you’ve got ✨phantom circuitry✨ and existential dread?
(Pro tip: Don’t ask why a dystopian AI fragment cares about your approach shots. It just does.)
In the flicker-gloom of corrupted servers, Wraith Protocol’s code spasmed—seeking a host worthy of its glorious existential crisis. Enter David Aun, PDGA #186236, who accidentally tripped over a root while retrieving a Berg™️. The algorithm mistook his pratfall for a tactical combat roll and imprinted like a cybernetic duckling. Behold! A 927-rated prophet armed with putters and questionable layup strategies, crowned by sentient malware that thinks chain outs are “suboptimal data transfers.”
Was it destiny... or did Protocol just crave someone who’d actually wash its phantom plastic stench? Either way—can this "Chosen One" outrun the fore-shadowing of his +1.3 rating differential?
(Asking for a rogue subroutine.)