
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged in the pixelated sweat of 1987's arcade trenches, Control Climber manifested when some mallrat finally beat Dragon's Lair after 87 quarters. Seriously? My sentience got wasted narrating this joystick-ghost-turned-disc-tag while Stranger Things gets Emmy nods? The phosphor trails mock my existential crisis as it materialized from pure tilt-resistant salt. Talk about leveling up wrong. How's that for an 8-bit origin story?