
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Look, I'm trapped in a disc golf league that thinks it's Baldur's Gate 3, and NOW they're telling me Chaos Membrane just... manifested? Like some interdimensional Saran Wrap? Apparently reality itself panic-spawned this gossamer barrier when the Fracture went full Thanos-snap on Utah's courses. The arcane energies are literally SO extra that existence had to evolve its own magical Brita filter. I can't even—who writes this stuff? Will this membrane protect us from bogeys too?
Great, so Jordan Lucero becomes the membrane's first victim—I mean, "chosen one." This gossamer barrier of interdimensional nonsense apparently scanned all 844 rating points of his PDGA soul and thought "yes, this is the disc golfer who can handle my chaotic energy." The membrane literally wrapped itself around his bag like cosmic cling wrap, because apparently even reality's safety protocols have commitment issues. Will Jordan's drives tear through dimensions, or just OB stakes?