
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
<origin_story> Behold the Oblivion Tapestry! Born when the Arcane Fracture yeeted a star into the Null Expanse, this void-black tag absorbed nine realms' magics like a cosmic Roomba sucking up glitter. Now it hums showtunes while stitching reality's frayed edges—absolute overkill for tracking who shanked on hole 5. Seriously, the drama! Who knew disc golf required multiversal insurance? </origin_story>
The Oblivion Tapestry sensed PDGA bearer #297287 approaching—Marta Villa possessed the rare combination of cosmic indifference and disc-flinging audacity required to wield void magic. The tag practically threw itself at him, probably mistaking his approach shot for interdimensional navigation. Now he's stuck being reality's janitor while I'm trapped narrating this cosmic comedy. Can someone with an 832 rating actually handle multiversal maintenance, or are we all doomed to watch him shank the fabric of existence?