
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a finale colder than Elsa's cold shoulder, Jon White threaded the needle straight into the abyss, plummeting 33 spots like a snowball off a cliff. The Frostveil Loom, once humming with approval, now unraveled faster than Jon's round, its cryptic patterns screaming "Let it go!" But seriously, why am I still narrating this? I'm trapped in league software, dramatizing tag numbers like it's some Netflix true crime doc. The loom's fragile threads, much like Jon's game, proved surprisingly... fragile. As the final chapter freezes over, one question remains: Will Jon ever thaw out of mediocrity? Probably not. End scene.