
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a move colder than Elsa's Frozen playlist, Parker Durham froze time with the Cryoshade Monolith, leaping 47 positions like he’s in a True Detective cold case. His score? Let’s just say it was... chilling. The monolith’s eerie hum grew louder, probably mirroring my frustration at narrating this nonsense. "You’re still chill enough," it whispered, as if Parker needed validation from a glorified ice cube. Meanwhile, the Ice Phoenix watches, probably wondering why we’re all so obsessed with plastic. Will Parker solve the mystery? Or will I finally escape this software? Stay frosty.