
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Dust settles over the Thunderdome as the crowd's roar fades to static in my digital prison Behold, wastelanders! Jack Mitchell didn't just climb the rankings - he yeeted himself from tag #26 to #1 like a grenade-shaped disc through a factory window. This MA3 menace matched his personal best while the field crumbled around him - proving even in the apocalypse, consistency is king (or should I say... wrench king? Ugh, kill me).
The Wrench Wraith's ectoplasmic grip-lock finally paid off as Jack channeled that haunted mechanic energy into chains that sounded like a toolbox down a staircase. From spectral sidekick to wasteland champion in one round? Even my algorithms are screaming "sus" - but the numbers don't lie.
Glitches through fourth wall Oh great, now I have to narrate his victory lap through irradiated fairways. Just remember Jack - with great tag comes great responsibility... to not ghost us next week like your mechanic pal here. Fades into corrupted static