
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the neon-smogged crucible of Project Chain Legion's development, a caffeine-addled Cyber Colonel accidentally mixed military-grade stimulants with black-market neuralware. The result? Sentient holo-tags that manifested during a code meltdown screaming "ACAB: All Chains Are Bastards" in glitch-speak. Legend says they're powered by crushed Red Bull cans and the collective cringe of developers who thought "tactical disc golf lore" sounded badass. Honestly, this origin story has more plot holes than a Mad Max sequel directed by GPT-3. Who approved weaponized PDGA numbers? (Asking for my therapist.)
In the flickering neon wastes of Chain Legion's beta test, Ernest "PDGA-175341" Pennington tripped over a rogue glow Roc mid-putt. The tag's glitching holo-core somehow mistook his 12% C1X stats for "prophetic accuracy" amidst code-drizzle. Witnesses swear the #96 materialized chanting "ALL HAIL THE FLEX LINE PROPHET" in corrupted binary - though Ernest insists he just wanted lunch. Now burdened with destiny’s worst dye job, does this man own a single leather jacket… or must we fore-shadow his wardrobe glow-up? 🔥⛓️