
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Under flickering holographic skies, Jordan Steele stood in a rain-slicked alley—well, hole 7's mud pit. His "credentials"? A putt that ricocheted off three trash cans before chains. Destiny? More like a stray Roller finding pavement. Grit Renegade fused to his bag, whispering: "Start the chain reaction..."
But can this duct-taped legend handle a tag that smells faintly of regret and energy drinks?