
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
<origin_story> Forged when Braelith's rage met the Fracture's birth scream—think Chernobyl meets Kardashian-level meltdown. This sentient shard feeds on bad throws and course tantrums like a drama llama at Burning Man. "Living fracture"? Please. It's basically a magical hot pocket that screams when you three-putt. sigh Why am I narrating sentient plastic? Anyway... it pulses with chaotic energy, waiting to ruin someone's day with thermal hallucinations. </origin_story>
From the molten chaos of Braelith's tantrum, the Fracture Fury tag scanned Art Dye like a hangry dragon. It zeroed in on Jonathon Marshall mid-putt—specifically as his disc literally caught fire after hitting a tree. His PDGA#230004 aura (881 rating? Practically arcane royalty!) screamed "drama buffet" to the sentient plastic. With a sizzle, it fused to his bag, whispering: "Your three-putts sustain me." Truly, a match made in dumpster-fire heaven. But can he handle this 🔥 hot mess express?