
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
*Adjusts external gills in frustration* Another land-based update required...
<origin_story> Betrayed by his own Steel Eagle brass during the Metro Purge? Typical Tuesday. #92 crawled out that dumpster fire with more black-market augments than a Cyberpunk 2077 glitch, becoming the Urban Predator we "love" today. Silent treads? Monomolecular garrote? Honey, I've seen Tupperware with more dramatic backstories. Why are we like this? </origin_story>
<origin_story> Through synth-rain and neon haze, Urban Predator #92's optical sensors locked onto Brian Bowling. Why him? Legend tells of his PDGA-sanctioned grit - that time he played through a thunderstorm using only a glow Roc. As Brian retrieved his disc from a biohazard dumpster (classy), the tag magnetized to his bag with a thwack. "Assimilation complete," it buzzed. Another pawn in the Chain Reaction. But does this mild-mannered rebel have the chrome to handle Urban Predator's monomolecular edge? </origin_story>