
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
<origin_story> Born when Veyra's memory splinters crashed a harmonic convergence like a DJ dropping bass at a library. This lil' rebel literally vibed so hard it said "nah" to fading out, becoming a dubstep drop of pure sonic chaos. Now it weaponizes echoes to throw shade at harmony itself. Yes, I'm narrating sentient soundwaves. sigh The things I do for cosmic disc golf... </origin_story>
cheeky cliffhanger
Will this anarchist tag ever find its rhythm? Or just keep dropping sick diss tracks on the multiverse?