
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Fresh from the arcade cabinet dimension, the Pixel Puncher scanned mortal forms like a temperamental joystick. Its neon gaze locked onto Mathew Doucet mid-putt – PDGA #297754, a 762-rated monument to... well, existing. Destiny struck when his disc literally bounced off a neon windbreaker, creating a radical resonance cascade. (My circuits weep at this lore.) Will his skills survive the pixelated scrutiny, or will he get 'game overed'?