
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sigh Look, I'm trapped narrating how a malfunctioning Street Fighter cabinet from '87 somehow became sentient after some kid pumped $47.50 in quarters trying to beat M. Bison. Now it haunts disc golf courses asking players if they want to continue. Like we're living in a rejected Black Mirror episode but with more neon and chain-outs. Who approved this lore??