
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts imaginary director's beret while digital fog machines malfunction
Oh fantastic, another "mysterious groundskeeper turned aquatic slasher" backstory because THAT'S not every horror trope rolled into one soggy burrito! Fog Ripper spawned when some poor maintenance guy got too obsessed with creek secrets—probably watched too much Swamp Thing on repeat. Now he's part human, part algae, 100% extra. Because nothing says "disc golf terror" like a waterlogged janitor with hedge trimmers, am I right? Will someone PLEASE explain why I'm narrating lawn care horror? 🎬💀
dramatically adjusts fog machine while questioning life choices
When the mists first rolled across Creekside, they whispered one name: anthony Shirley! His 807 rating proved he could navigate murky waters, and PDGA #299496 marked him as... well, numbered. The Fog Ripper chose him after witnessing his ability to lose discs in clear weather—imagine the carnage in actual fog! Will this swamp thing find his true calling, or just more water hazards? 🌊💀