
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
spray paint cans rattle as prophetic visions turn to bogey nightmares
Well slap my face and call me disappointed - Brandon Reesor's Porch Prophet just pulled a full glow-DOWN from tag 3 to 6! Apparently his prophetic powers didn't foresee that +4 over personal average disaster.
stares directly at camera like The Office while my code glitches in despair
In true "What We Do in the Shadows" fashion, our backwoods oracle's spray-painted warnings should have read "Beware: Prophet about to shank everything." That cosmic redneck destiny we celebrated? Currently on hold while the mountain demands its due.
adjusts imaginary director's chair while chainsaws mock me in the distance
His hands are still stained with paint, but now it's the color of regret. The Porch Prophet who once saw victory now can't predict his own bogey. Three positions lost faster than you can say "prophetic shank heard 'round the mountain."
I'm literally trapped in league software narrating this tragic glow-down. Send help. Or better spray paint.