
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged when toxic runoff met supernatural fog in a Stranger Things-level government oopsie, this aquatic nightmare clawed its way from the depths. Now I'm narrating for sentient algae. What fresh eldritch bargain is this?
From the primordial ooze of Creekside's cursed waters, Depths Dweller emerged, seeking a worthy host. It scanned the mortal plane, its ancient gaze falling upon Matt Berman—a man whose PDGA credentials suggested he could handle a little water hazard... and eldritch possession. He didn't choose the bog life; the bog life chose him.
Was his form worthy of such a monstrous honor?