
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Razor Corsair #83 phased into existence when a disgruntled Steel Eagle commando yeeted himself into a quantum anomaly during "training exercises" (read: rage-quitting PDGA rules). His neural interface glitched harder than Windows 98, imprinting vengeance protocols onto this dog tag. Now it whispers sweet nothings like "acquire warship parts via hyzer flips" across dimensions. Honestly, who greenlit this Matrix-meets-disc golf fanfic? Will this tag ever find enough Gatorade to fuel its revenge tour?
Ben Allen (PDGA #309262) was calibrating his mini-putter when the Razor Corsair #83 materialized mid-ace run! Quantum glitches screamed "REVENGE VIA HYZER BOMBS" - guess they recruit juniors before adulting crushes your spirit sigh. Mom Flippy gets laser cannons; I get juice box conspiracies. Can this rebel handle algebra AND anarchy?