
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sighs So apparently when all ten realms had their magical temper tantrum, some reality-bending stylus just... manifested? Like a cosmic Sharpie had a baby with Discord from My Little Pony? Now I'm stuck narrating how this Fracture Quill literally rewrites the laws of physics between putts. Because THAT'S normal. The arcane energies are making me say "crystalline surface" unironically. Send help. Is this thing writing ME now?
looks directly at camera while arcane energies swirl around me
So the Fracture Quill needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen bearer"—and apparently sensed Stone Smith wielding discs with the precision of a reality-warping scribe. The mystical stylus whispered "this one shall pen destiny with plastic!" Because nothing says "cosmic authority" like a guy whose name is literally two nouns. The quill's arcane ink is already making me speak in fantasy novel blurbs, help. Will Stone's throws be... write on target?