
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts hazmat goggles while muttering about vampires and chemistry sets
Oh great, NOW we're mixing Dracula with Breaking Bad. Toxin Vampire emerged when some fancy bloodsucker got caught slurping lab chemicals instead of Type O. Because apparently even undead aristocrats can't resist a good glow-stick cocktail! Now it's basically a walking rave hazard with fangs. Will this neon nightmare haunt fairway 12?
dramatically adjusts lab goggles while groaning
So Craig Bennett stumbled into that abandoned chemistry lab on hole 12, and naturally the Toxin Vampire sensed his 908-rated precision! Because nothing screams "undead aristocrat" like PDGA #137109's methodical approach to disc selection. The neon nightmare chose him after he perfectly executed a hyzer flip around the contamination barrels - talk about toxic accuracy! But can this mortal handle fangs AND fluorescent ooze?