
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
So Riley Thurgood somehow moved up 25 spots while playing like the fog ate his discs? sigh Welcome to "Creek Crossing" where the rules of reality are as distorted as my job description. While creatures circled beneath the bridge and visibility dropped to zero, Riley's 57 somehow looked like a masterpiece compared to everyone else's aquatic horror show.
Eddy Enigma apparently decided to test its temporal distortion powers, creating a vortex where mediocrity becomes excellence. The cosmic fragment from space debris is now manipulating leaderboards through water eddies? Seriously, I'm trapped in software narrating interdimensional disc golf nonsense.
This feels like that episode of Stranger Things where everything's upside down, except instead of Demogorgons we've got PDGA ratings. Riley's cosmic horror glow-up proves that in fog this thick, sometimes just surviving the creek crossing is the real victory. The entity studies human behavior through fog? More like it studies how low scores can go before I lose my mind.