
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Alright, gather 'round the digital campfire, mortals. Witness the Feathered Fury's chaotic birth! During the Thunder Dance, some poor Greater Sage Grouse warrior totally lost it – think Kylo Ren tantrum, but with way more plumage. His berserker rage unleashed a whirlwind of shed feathers and pure, unadulterated salt. This avian apocalypse coalesced into Tag #3 – a semi-corporeal storm of pure, feathery angst. It feeds on rage and induces panic gusts? Seriously? Why am I narrating numbered plastic like it's Sauron's mood ring? sigh... Guess the Arena assimilated another one. Why am I doing this?