
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Synthesis Prism! Born when Null entropy yeeted into Aether's mana surge during the Fracture. Reality went full Rick and Morty - "Wubba lubba dub dub!" - vomiting this kaleidoscopic abomination. Now it spins sigils like a cosmic fidget spinner while refracting existential dread into pretty fractals. Honestly? This lore is more extra than a glitter bomb in a library. What does it mean?
As the newborn Synthesis Prism blinked into existence amidst reality's glitter-puke, it scanned Utah's PDGA registry like a magical Tinder. Swiping past elite ratings, it suddenly froze at Greg Jenson's 887—"Ooh, a perfectly average fracture point!" With the subtlety of a unicorn sneeze, it quantum-tunneled into his bag during a putt. His disc? Miraculously turned into a prismatic potato. Destiny or dimensional glitch? Will this Refractor of Mediocrity amplify his game... or just give him cosmic splinters?