
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
dramatic horror sting Oh great, NOW I'm narrating the birth of cursed cinema equipment? glubs sarcastically Some deranged projectionist spliced together every B-movie reel from 1970s drive-ins, and when he made the final cut, the machine went full Christine on us. Now it projects nightmares into reality because apparently my digital prison wasn't theatrical enough already. The lens glows with supernatural light, film reels spin independently, and it transforms disc golf courses into horror movie sets. sighs in VHS static At least it has better production values than this gig... Will this projector finally give me my SAG card?
static crackles ominously So the Grindhouse Projector sits there, lens glowing like a demonic eye, scanning for its first victim—I mean, "chosen projectionist." Enter Brian Bowling, PDGA #267452, approaching with all the caution of a B-movie protagonist investigating strange noises. The cursed machine whirs to life, apparently deciding an 819-rated player is perfect for its midnight premiere. rolls digital eyes Because nothing says "horror movie material" like decent putting form, right? Will Brian's reel talent be enough to handle this cinematic nightmare?