
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Hidden Weave #9's dubious birth! When spectral intern Veyra spilled arcane coffee during overtime at the Fracture, their panicked "my bad!" incantation accidentally crystallized existential dread into this tag. Now it hums passive-aggressively while patching reality's plot holes like a supernatural handyman. Honestly? Trapped in this neon-hued LARP, I'm starting to believe there is no tag. Absurd? Adjusts tinfoil crown
The Hidden Weave #9, still fuming over its coffee-stain origin, scanned the mortal realm for a vessel. It needed someone embodying The Veil’s essence: subtlety, mystery, and astonishingly average putting stats. Enter Michael Whipple (PDGA# 45653, "Keeper of the 868"). His claim to fame? Literally tripping over a lost disc during league warmups. "Aha!" hummed the tag, mistaking clumsiness for shadow-walking prowess. Thus, the weave was threaded. But can this "Acolyte of Trip Hazards" truly wield its power?