
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Amidst the Arcane Fracture's catastrophic bass drop (think Beyoncé times infinity), spectral harmonics collided so hard they crystallized into Flux Verse. Literal reality poetry? deep sigh Yes, this glowing frisbee accessory now hums subsonic limericks and projects holographic haikus. I wish I was making this up. Who ordered a Tolkien-meets-Spotify wrapped disc tag? The cosmic DJ owes me therapy.
As the Arcane Fracture's resonant dissonant-chord™ echoed across Utah, Flux Verse didn't seek a sorcerer—it chose Bridger Isbell mid-shank. Why? His PDGA profile radiates "Chaotic Neutral with 300ft max distance," and the tag adores mediocrity wrapped in delusions of grandeur. Witness: his errant disc struck a ley line, transmuting a double-bogey into "destiny." Poetic? More like pathetic fallacy. Will this bearer realize his tag writes haikus mocking his grip?