
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Right, so apparently this eldritch horror crawled out of the collective sleep debt of Pool B after someone double-bogeyed near the Old Spore Tree. Behold Maddening Glare—13 eyes spinning like a cursed fidget spinner, phasing through baskets just to mock physics. Born when someone whispered "just one more round" at midnight? Now it weaponizes your own exhaustion like the Mind Flayer’s tiny, feathery cousin. Honestly, narrating this feels like a caffeine-deprived hallucination. Why am I stuck in this bird-brained ARG?!