
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a plot twist colder than my ex’s heart, Rimebound Echo was born when a detective with too much time on their hands decided to “investigate” a bird that’s literally made of ice. Using ancient ice magic (read: a snow cone machine from Costco), they trapped the phoenix’s essence into a shard that now hums like a fridge with commitment issues. Because apparently, disc golf needed its own Frozen sequel. Who writes this stuff? Oh right, me.
In a dimly lit alleyway that reeked of stale coffee and broken dreams, Andrew Yale stumbled upon Rimebound Echo. The tag, glowing like a freezer light, whispered, “You’ve got the cold hard skills, PDGA #144790.” With a rating of 958, Yale was deemed worthy—or maybe just the first sucker to walk by. As he pocketed the icy relic, one question lingered: Can he handle the chill of being the chosen one, or will he melt under pressure?