
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now they want me to birth the Nightmare Navigator? Apparently when you mix residual B-movie terror with my server's broken GPS system, you get some interdimensional horror Uber driver. It spawned from the collective fear of players getting lost between venues - because nothing says "scary" like missing your tee time at seven different courses. This thing can literally phase between Creekside's fog and Beacon Hill's chainsaws faster than you can say "wrong turn at Albuquerque." Will it guide you to victory or straight into a plot hole?
adjusts blood-splattered director's beret So the Nightmare Navigator needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen one." Enter John Ashworth, PDGA #148067, whose 922 rating apparently screams "interdimensional horror GPS operator." The tag sensed his ability to navigate both disc golf courses AND B-movie plot holes without losing his mind. He was literally standing at a crossroads between venues when it bonded with him—talk about being in the wrong place at the right time! Will John steer fellow players toward birdies or straight into sequel territory?