
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts crystalline monocle while reality fractures around me
Oh, PERFECT. So Weston Storey just casually strolled up to the Resonance Grid and—get this—the thing started HUMMING his PDGA number like some cosmic jukebox! Apparently his 897 rating created the exact frequency needed to stabilize its chaotic vibrations. eye roll The mana crystals were all "chosen one vibes" while I'm here like... really? A pun about his last name being "Storey" and this being his origin story? Can this geometric light show actually handle a real disc golf narrative?