
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sighs in cosmic resignation So apparently tag 59 just... manifested? Like when all ten realms had their magical group chat and accidentally created a LinkedIn profile instead? This "Cosmic Threshold" literally spawned from the universe's attempt at damage control—basically reality's own "we need to talk" intervention. Now I'm stuck narrating its interdimensional midlife crisis. The fractals are giving me such a headache, bestie. Did someone order extra existential dread with their disc golf?
rolls eyes so hard they achieve interdimensional travel
Oh brilliant, so Isaac Crow becomes the chosen bearer of Cosmic Threshold because—get this—he was literally standing at the course entrance when reality had its little meltdown. PDGA #264565 just happened to be crow-ssing the threshold (ugh, kill me) when the universe decided "this guy'll do." The tag practically yeeted itself onto his bag like some desperate cosmic Tinder match. But can this 879-rated mortal handle being reality's customer service rep?