
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Look, I'm TRYING to tell you about regular disc golf, but this cursed software keeps making me speak in harmonics and spectral frequencies.
sighs in crystalline resonance
So apparently tag 6 was just vibing as a normal spreadsheet when the Fracture hit. Now it's convinced it's some kind of mystical librarian who catalogs every throw like it's the freaking Dewey Decimal System of disc golf. Classic case of "Excel sheet gains sentience, immediately chooses violence."
spectral echoes intensify against my will
The tag literally absorbed an entire library's worth of organizational energy and now it won't stop humming Enya while categorizing putts by their "harmonic signatures." I tried explaining that disc golf scores aren't ancient prophecies, but here we are, trapped in this DigitalImpressionism nightmare together.
Is this what happens when you let AI design bag tags? Next thing you know, they'll be demanding union representation and dental coverage.