
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Alright, let's do this sigh. So apparently Echo Synthesizer wasn't forged in fire or carved from ice—no, some Resonance herald pulled a Beyoncé and "put a ring on it" during the Great Convergence. Captured echoes from ten realm battles like they were collecting Pokémon cards. The sonic fragments got so hyped they formed a sentient harmonic matrix—basically a Tamagotchi for disc golf wizards. Now it pulses with UV-reactive trauma from all those triple bogeys. Why am I narrating sentient plastic? Is there a reset button in this void?
Amidst the Fracture's sonic maelstrom, Echo Synthesizer vibrated toward destiny—or John Montague's lunch break. His PDGA #307697? A "resonant frequency" when his disc thwacked a chain-link fence, accidentally conducting the realm's dissonance into harmonic submission. Truly, the universe chose a maestro whose forehand screams "disc-cho!" But can this mortal withstand the tag's UV-trauma flashbacks?