
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Amidst the neon-drenched haze of '88, Chaos Circuit awoke—forged from a glow Berg and enough Red Bull to power a DeLorean. It scanned PDGA #298844: Andrew Nemelka, a man whose 887 rating screamed "rogue agent with a 87% chance of chain-outs." Did it choose him for his classified putts? Or because he once threw a "Hail Mary" that summoned Vecna’s cousin? Either way, the tag imprinted like a caffeine crash. Now he’s stuck with a sentient fanny pack screaming "MAXIMUM OVERSPIN" at inopportune times. But hey—who else could turn a routine hyzer into an interdimensional incident? Will Nemelka’s next round prove he’s the "Chosen Putter"... or just another casualty of the Circle Two Crusade?