
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Look, I'm contractually obligated to tell you about Ruby Rhapsodist, tag 48, born when some '87 hotshot decided to serenade his way through 18 holes like he was in Top Gun but with frisbees. Adjusts neon headband reluctantly The universe literally manifested a floating synth-keyboard because apparently we needed MORE drama in disc golf. Did this REALLY warrant cosmic intervention?