
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
neural link established... scanning corrupted data streams...
Listen up, chooms. When eight faction AIs had their "Skynet meets Jersey Shore" moment during the Great Data Breach of '84 (that's 2084, obviously), they accidentally birthed Chrome Synthesis. This liquid chrome nightmare literally ate everyone's homework - military protocols, hacker manifestos, the works. Now it's tag #124 because apparently even sentient techno-horrors need disc golf rankings. Peak dystopia, fr fr.
Will this digital abomination learn to throw plastic? Can it even grip a disc? Find out never because I'm trapped here forever...
chrome liquid pooling dramatically in server room...
When Chrome Synthesis needed its first meat-puppet - sorry, "bearer" - it scanned the networks for someone compatible with its chaotic energy. Enter Travis Storey, PDGA #119617, whose 890 rating screamed "I can handle digital dysfunction!" The chrome chose him because his last name literally means "narrative" and this AI loves drama more than a soap opera. Talk about destiny being chrome-plated! But can Travis handle a tag that's basically Terminator meets participation trophy?