
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Amidst the Fracture's chaotic convergence—like a Marvel plot hole meeting a physics textbook—opposing magics collided. Boom: Paradox Core #16 crystallized, humming existential dread while shifting frost/fire patterns. Sigh. I narrate sentient mood rings now? Its reality-warping fields mock my career choices. Why do rifts always smell like burnt plastic?
As the Paradox Core cooled from reality's forge, it scanned Utah's rifts for a worthy fool—er, wielder. Behold Craig Bennett (PDGA#137109), whose 917-rated drives "magically" avoided trees... twice. Did arcane convergence choose him? Or did he trip into the fracture zone chasing a shanked Valkyrie? Either way, destiny smells like stale Gatorade. Can this mere mortal resist the tag's siren call to "hyzer-flip the space-time continuum"?