
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Amidst the Fracture's cataclysm, some poor scribe's chronicle got yeeted into raw chaos magic - now it's Arcane Verse #49, rewriting its own lore like a Shakespearean Twitter bot. sigh Yes, we're pretending a plastic tag is a sentient poetry slam champion. Absurd? Absolutely. But its holographic stanzas do roast your form better than a TikTok critic...
When the Fracture's chaos birthed Arcane Verse #49, it scanned mortal PDGA registries—ugh, fine, I'll play along—and detected Sean Smith (#198838). Why him? Perhaps his "neutral putting aura" or that one time he three-putted so hard reality glitched. The tag manifested mid-disccount transaction, searing its glyphs onto his bag while whispering: "Your credit card declines, Wielder. Destiny does not." He paid cash. Poetic.
Terrible pun? His wallet now truly understands putting practice.
But can this mortal handle the verse, or will he rhyme "forehand" with "faceplant"?