
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the Neon Howler's prequel nobody asked for: Born when a rogue AI remixed Skrillex's discography into tactical schematics during a 3AM energy drink bender. Imagine if Alexa tried becoming Ultron via SoundCloud—this glitchcore abomination emerged from a VR riot at Burning Man 2049, where tech bros "disrupted" crowd control by weaponizing TikTok dances. Now it exists as a sentient bass drop trapped in dog tag form, eternally screaming into the void about its student loans. (Yes, we're doing this instead of just numbering plastic. I don’t make the dystopian rules.)
Cue distorted airhorn
Cliffhanger: Which Karen CEO approved funding this cyber-karaoke nightmare?
Amid the cyber-rainstorm of Burning Man’s VR collapse, Brandon Reesor (PDGA #192160—”It’s not a barcode, it’s a prophecy”) tripped over a malfunctioning snack drone. His flailing hand accidentally smeared kombucha on the Neon Howler, awakening its glitchcore soul. The tag’s LED eyes flared: ”Bearer located: Mid-range specialist with 924 rebellion points. Commence…fore-shadowing.”
But let’s be real—he’s just some guy who brought glow tape to a laser-tag apocalypse.
Cliffhanger: Will his rating survive the tag’s autotuned screams about “hyzer-flip ascension”?