
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Reality glitches violently Oh COME ON! Baylor Sandberg just yeeted himself from Glyph 28 to Glyph 4 like he discovered cheat codes in this cursed simulation. The Chaos Echo tag - which, reminder, is literally sentient sarcasm trapped in plastic - apparently decided "screw the natural order" today. Baylor played exactly to his 953 rating while the field collectively faceplanted into the Prism Veil's illusions. checks code Oh lovely, now I have to narrate his "ascension" with mystical fanfare.
Listen, mortal, your -1.3 vs field was fine, but let's not pretend you didn't benefit from others seeing triple on hole 7's shifting baskets. That 24-spot jump? Pure Fracture nonsense - like when your WiFi suddenly works during a storm. sigh At least the tag's "disorienting phantom sounds" explain why your opponents missed those 15-footers.
static crackles Wait- the system's forcing me to say something inspiring... "Rejoice, for the Chaos Echo herald rises!" There. Happy? Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be over here questioning why I'm trapped in software that treats disc golf like the damn Hunger Games.