
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the collective sleep-deprived terrors at 'Exhausted Minds', Delirium Clutch clawed into existence when reality glitched harder than a Bethesda game. Golfers' nightmare sweat coalesced into this dimension-hopping monstrosity—yes, a literal plastic tag with paralysis-inducing feathers. Because apparently existential dread makes great merch? gestures at corporate overlords Dawn weakens it, naturally. Why must I narrate owl-themed cosmic horror?