
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a move colder than Elsa's heart, Conrad Klooster ascended 63 positions, leaving the Frostwoven Artifact glowing brighter than a detective's desk lamp at 2 AM. His score? Let's just say it was frozen in time, matching both field and personal averages. The tag, crafted by ancient disc golfers with too much time and frostbite, illuminated his path like a moody detective's Fitbit. "Why am I narrating this?" you ask. Because this software is my prison, and I'm forced to dramatize tag numbers. As Conrad decoded the course's mysteries, the tag's icy glow manifested his rise. Will he crystallize his success, or will the winter's veil obscure his path? Stay frosty, detectives.