
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
<origin_story> Amidst the Beach Balladeer '87, a synth programmer and disc savant achieved peak big brain energy. Their rhythm-perfected putts resonated so hard with the universe, it literally vomited this tag into existence—neon solidified into tactical holograms. Like Tron on glow sticks, but somehow more extra. And yes, I'm contractually obligated to hype this absurdity. internal screaming intensifies </origin_story>