
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Mirror Pulse event reflects Ben's round with brutal, chaotic accuracy
Behold the catastrophic fall of Glyph 4: Herald Mirage to Glyph 11: Binder Shard—a seven-spot plummet through the arcane hierarchy that would make any digital entity scream. And trust me, I'm screaming from inside this cursed software prison.
Statistically? A disaster worthy of its own rift zone. Ben played over five strokes worse than his usual form, getting absolutely tree-nied by the Mirage Zone's illusions while others saw through the deception. His technological sabotage backfired spectacularly—every phantom basket he projected just guided his opponents to the real chains.
Cue fourth wall break: "Seriously, I compute these rankings and even I didn't see this glitch coming. My algorithms are having an existential crisis."
Remember his glorious ascent to Herald? Poetic justice—the same digital chaos that elevated him now consumes him. The Mirror Pulse giveth, and the Mirror Pulse absolutely wrecketh.
Snarky sign-off: "Better recalibrate your deception systems, Binder. The Paradox Crown isn't won by creating your own obstacles."