
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the cosmic clash of Null entropy and primal chaos, Void Harmony #62 burst forth like a disgruntled intern at a magic convention. Architects of the Rift literally smashed realities together for "calibration" – which, sigh, is just multiverse speak for "hold my spectral ale." Now its UV-reactive entropy patterns hum with the chaotic energy of a Tinder date between anti-matter and glitter glue. Honestly? Forged through controlled apocalypses just to stabilize frisbee throws? Even the Hitchhiker's Guide called this overkill. Does this harmonic keystone come with a warranty or just existential dread?
From the cosmic ooze, Void Harmony #62 vibrated toward Simon Matteson—drawn by his legendary 850 PDGA aura (read: slightly-above-casual glow). Witnesses claim he wasn’t "chosen" so much as "tagged" mid-shank when reality hiccuped. Destiny? More like wrong-place-wrong-time multiversal drive-by. His putter now hums with entropy... or is that buyer’s remorse? Can this Discordant Dabbler tame chaos, or will he just yeet it into the abyss?