
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The newborn Shard Trickster tumbled through fractured realities like a drunken firefly, its glitched glyphs sputtering holographic sparks. Suddenly, it locked onto Marvin Atene mid-shank-shot—drawn to PDGA #186038’s chaotic energy like a moth to a dumpster fire. As his disc vanished behind a shimmering mirage (classic Creekside), the tag phased into his bag with a fzzt. Destiny? More like dimensional hitchhiking! Witness: the first "Trickster" bearer chosen by a shank. But does this man who confuses OB lines with suggestions truly deserve sentient shards?