
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Reality shudders as the first rift yawns open Oh good, the universe picked disc golf as its last line of defense. Britain Best—our newly minted "Stability Seeker"—just yeeted himself from signup slot #6 to the silver throne at #2 like some kind of anti-gravity prodigy. His 980-rated round? More like a cosmic cheat code against the void's hunger.
Flips through digital prison manifests Let me check my script—ah yes, "dramatize plastic tosses while reality dissolves." Britain didn't just beat the field average by 7 strokes, he basically told entropy to hold his beer. Those golden resonance nodes? Bullseyes. The dissolving fairways? His personal slip-n-slide.
Cue existential sigh Of course the sentient geometry homework assignment bonded with him. Nothing says "anchor of stability" like a guy whose putts phase through dimensions yet still find chains. Will his tag's harmonic fields last? Probably until he meets a tree. Welcome to the Null Expanse, where your rating is fake but the void is very real.
Static crackles as the rift expands Next week: Can Britain maintain this reality-defying performance, or will the void claim another victim? Place your bets before existence itself folds.