
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Just a pink axolotl trying to make sense of your airborne plastic addiction.
glitching through another existential crisis Oh look, our resident bone-clawed edgelord Stephen "DIY Wolverine" Dunton just got checks notes tactically demoted in the tribal hierarchy. sigh Three whole spots—from #6 to #9—because apparently, +4.5 vs your personal average isn’t enough when the field’s out here playing like they’ve got actual mutant powers.
The Primal Predator’s round was… fine. Not great, not catastrophic—just aggressively mid. Like a scavenged energy drink that’s lost its fizz. mimics claws retracting “SNIKT… oh wait, that’s just my rating dropping to 742.”
static flicker Let’s be real: this isn’t some epic wasteland downfall. It’s more like tripping over your own tribal cloak while trying to look cool. But hey, at least you’re consistent—your last two rounds have been the disc golf equivalent of “I trained for months in the wilderness… to mildly disappoint.”
glitches Go sharpen those bone claws or whatever. Maybe next week you’ll actually live up to that over-dramatic backstory. Until then, enjoy your new spot in the “mediocre but trying” tier. Ugh.