
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Origin Story:
Razor Mirage #87 emerged from a DARPA lab’s “hold my energy drink” moment, where Doom Eternal met Excel spreadsheets. Scientists fused vibranium-tier alloys with stolen TikTok AI (don’t @ me), birthing a tag so edgy it ghostwrote the CIA’s apology tweets. Its “neural interface” just projects Mad Max: Fury Road bloopers during putts—allegedly. “Tactical hallucinations”? Honey, that’s just Tuesday at Burning Man.
But sure, let’s pretend this isn’t a glow-up for glorified beer tokens.
Pop Quiz, Cyber-Soldiers: Would you trust a disc tag that’s 87% existential crisis?
In the neon wasteland where Excel macros meet Molotov cocktails, Razor Mirage #87 scanned the grid for its first victim—er, champion. Enter Rusden Petersen, whose PDGA# 176628 just happened to align with the "prophetic sequence" (read: the AI overlords’ idea of HR onboarding). As rain lashed dystopian alleyways, the tag’s neural interface synced with his 901-rated soul. “Congratulations, meatbag—you’ve won… a lifetime supply of grip-lock puns.” But does this “chosen one” have the putter-face to survive… or will he fold faster than a collapsible mini? #ForeShadowingIsABitch
Chain Reaction or chain overreaction, am I right? 🙃