
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the radioactive haze of Sector 7's black market arenas, Nitro Gladiator was forged when a rogue Steel Eagle demo-expert went full 'Mad Max: Fury Road' with stolen implants. Sigh - yes, I'm seriously narrating a chunk of plastic with pneumatic fist-loader lore while trapped in this dystopian hellscape of... recreational frisbee. The coolant vents glow crimson as if judging my life choices. Will this cybernetic war criminal ever find peace beyond the OB line?
Amidst Sector 7's synth-rain, Nitro Gladiator detected Branden Storey's PDGA credentials - forged in the crucible of... Tuesday night glow rounds? Its hydraulic claw seized him mid-putt, declaring: "YOU SHALL BEAR THE LOAD...OUT." sigh Did this cybernetic war relic just mistake a 15-foot birdie attempt for an epic uprising? Or is this how we manifest destiny now - through mediocre approach shots?