
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
During the Great Fracture Surge™, ten warring arcanists pulled a spontaneous "Avengers assemble" moment with enchanted quills. Their truce-pact ink literally went viral, fusing into this sentient Sigil Verse tag that now judges our putts. Because nothing screams "binding peace accord" like numbered plastic. Why am I narrating this cosmic HR memo?
As the Sigil Verse coalesced from chaotic arcane ink, it scanned mortal realms for a worthy anchor. Behold: Andrew Wolfe (PDGA#192001), whose mighty 900 rating shone like a novice's flicker-spell! Did the tag choose him for his alleged "putting prowess," or because he tripped over a rift mid-throw? Truly, destiny works in mis-thrown ways. Now, noble wielder—can you handle this plastic prophecy without faceplanting into the astral plane?
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