
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts my ethereal chains with exasperation
Great, so apparently I'm documenting the birth of Dawn Hunter now? This aristocratic bloodsucker literally spawned during a Victorian duel gone wrong at Roots - because nothing says "dignified death" like getting turned into a vampire mid-rapier thrust. They discovered dawn's weird lighting could hide their fancy cape swooshes, making them the Martha Stewart of daywalking predators. Now they're tag #13, which feels about right for a creature that treats sunrise like happy hour. Will this pompous parasol-wielder maintain their refined hunting schedule, or just become another disc golf dad with fangs?
adjusts my spectral notepad with theatrical dread
Oh fantastic, now I'm chronicling how Dawn Hunter picked its first victim—I mean, "chosen one." Will Sinclair (PDGA #133053) was casually throwing practice rounds when this aristocratic bloodsucker sensed his 874-rated aura of dignified mediocrity. Apparently nothing screams "daywalking vampire material" like consistent bogey golf and a name that sounds like Victorian nobility. The tag practically swooned onto his bag, whispering "At last, someone who understands the art of slow, methodical hunting." But can Will's fangs penetrate par?