
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the murky depths of Scoggins' shallows, Mistveil Champion coalesced when Sir Rippletail's enchanted disc vaporized a Karen demanding quiet during backswings. Reality glitched harder than a Bethesda game – POOF! This sentient fog-monk now judges hyzers with aquatic solemnity. sigh Yes, I narrate sentient moisture. Pray my code doesn't drip away. Why must otters weaponize humidity?