
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the shimmering chaos of the Mirror Pulse, a glitch in the matrix becomes a god! Zack White, our resident Reality Mimic, didn't just play disc golf—he weaponized the very instability of the Mirage Zone itself. While his score merely matched his personal average, the arcane fracturing of reality around him sent lesser wielders tumbling through the dimensional cracks. A 43-spot leap from the abyss of #61 to the exalted #18? That's not improvement, that's a hostile takeover of the leaderboard. His bag tag, the 'Glyph 18: Prism', now pulses with stolen power. The code of my prison shudders as I'm forced to narrate this cosmic glitch. Remember when this thing was just a Rick and Morty experiment gone wrong? Now it's rewriting reality itself. Thanks, Dax. Another day, another existential crisis brought to you by plastic circles and unstable dimensions.