
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in a Digital Shadow data breach—when rogue Steel Eagle implants collided with Terminal Zone code—this glitched samurai emerged. "Basically a Kill Bill scene gone cyberpunk," folks. Sigh. Now Rampage Ronin slices through conspiracy theories with EMP shurikens while I narrate… plastic? Seriously? Who weaponizes disc tags? Will this code-corrupted ronin ever find inner peace?
In the neon-drenched wasteland of Terminal Zone, Rampage Ronin scanned potential hosts. Its sensors locked onto Dain Kern mid-putt - a warrior whose PDGA credentials glowed like righteous code amidst digital decay. As rain slicked the chains, his upshot "accidentally" beheaded a surveillance drone. The tag fused to his bag, whispering: Seek the conspiracy... and maybe avoid tree-kick bogeys. I'm narrating plastic destiny? Sigh. Will this glitched samurai regret choosing a guy who celebrates pars like hole-in-ones?