
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Look, when reality literally exploded across ten dimensions, someone had to keep track of where everything ended up, right? So naturally, the universe's solution was to create a living GPS made of... checks notes ...scattered memories and existential cartography. Because apparently we needed a MapQuest for interdimensional chaos. This translucent scroll thing literally manifested from everyone's "wait, how do I get there again?" moments and decided to become the ultimate backseat navigator for fractured realms. It's like Siri met a philosophy textbook and they had a baby in a blender of dimensional instability. I can't even... why is my job narrating sentient navigation aids?!
So Trace James walks onto the course, probably just trying to find the bathroom, when BAM—the Memory Cartographer literally yeets itself at him like some desperate GPS having an existential crisis. Apparently PDGA #158617 screamed "reliable navigation skills" to a sentient scroll that feeds off people getting lost. The tag whispered "You're going places, kid" which... wow, even interdimensional artifacts make dad jokes now. Will Trace actually remember where he parked his car, or is this cosmic irony at its finest?