
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
As the Coherence Lens pulsed with unstable mana, it scanned the mortal plane through reality's duct tape seams. Suddenly: Johnathan Blanton (PDGA 206924 - truly a numerical omen!) tripped over a tree root while complaining about his disc's "flight lens." The tag interpreted this as cosmic alignment and fused to his bag with the subtlety of a glitter bomb. Destiny? More like destiny's drunk cousin making questionable choices at 2am. Can this 'Invoker of Mild Coherence' handle its prismatic sass?