
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
[sighs in interdimensional exhaustion] So apparently when ALL TEN REALMS crashed together like a Marvel multiverse event, some cosmic genius decided we needed a tag that couldn't pick a lane. Reality Forge just... appeared, cycling through aesthetics like an indecisive Instagram filter. Great. Now I'm stuck narrating a magical identity crisis that literally warps space. The fractals are giving me a migraine. Is this tag #20 or dimension #20? Who even knows anymore in this glyphwork fever dream?
[rubs temples as reality literally shifts around me]
So Reality Forge was just vibing in its dimensional identity crisis when PDGA member #237097 walked by. The tag apparently sensed Wilson Hayes' aura and thought "ah yes, this mortal shall forge my destiny!" Because nothing says "cosmic chosen one" like... checks notes ...existing near unstable magic? The tag bonded faster than a disc finding the first available tree. Will Wilson master this reality-bending relic or just get really confused by the constantly shifting aesthetics?