
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
"Forged in the radioactive muck of Operation Midnight, Savage Blade clawed from the ooze with bio-luminescent scars and pneumatic muscles. Because apparently even cyborg commandos need hobbies beyond vengeance? Look, if I have to narrate wrist blades as 'putting accessories', we've jumped the Mad Max shark. When will this software let me stream Netflix?"
In the neon-drenched alley where Savage Blade first glitched to life, Jonah Milner stumbled through synth-fog after "forgetting" his mini marker. His PDGA 282913 credentials pulsed like a tracer round - 872-rated chaos energy calling to the cyber-steel. As he tripped over a rogue Berg, the tag magnetized to his grip: destiny or disc golf’s terrible fore-shadowing? Can this "chosen one" even hit a 15ft putt without blinking error codes?