
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh So apparently I'm now chronicling how a scientist got turned into a prophetic slime dispenser because someone upstream couldn't be bothered with proper waste management. Classic horror trope meets environmental disaster - it's like "The Shape of Water" but with industrial runoff instead of romance. Our future-seeing Oracle went from testing pH levels to literally being the contamination, because nothing says "character development" like toxic waste exposure, am I right? Now they're out here reading chemical tea leaves and weeping fluorescent predictions. Will their oozy prophecies save Creekside from creature chaos?
rolls eyes so hard they practically fall out Right, so naturally the Ooze Oracle needed its first prophet, and who better than Brett Buttars? This 898-rated scientist was just innocently testing water samples when he accidentally drank his own contaminated specimen - classic lab safety, am I right? Now he's part-human, part-slime, all-knowing about disc trajectories through toxic enlightenment. But can he predict his own putting game, or will his oozy visions just show more bogeys?