
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
clears throat dramatically So apparently when ten magical realms had their ultimate "we are the world" moment, their combined chaos-energy literally manifested as... a plastic disc golf tag? The Rift Chorus emerged singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" in fractal harmonics, because OF COURSE it did. I'm trapped narrating tags that think they're the Infinity Stones of frolf. The multiverse really said "let's make dimensional stability depend on chain-outs" and here we are. Can someone explain why reality's lynchpin is Tag #28?
adjusts mystical narrator hat reluctantly
So the Rift Chorus needed its first Wielder, and apparently the multiverse's HR department looked at Brady Spinti and thought "ah yes, PDGA #244791 - clearly destined for interdimensional tag duty!" The tag literally harmonized with his disc bag like some twisted musical chairs situation. I guess when reality fractures, it picks a 968-rated player to conduct the chaos symphony? But can Brady handle the pressure when ten realms are singing backup?