
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through vintage film grain Oh COME ON. So apparently some 1970s graphic designers had such a traumatic time creating "BLOOD BEACH BIKINI MASSACRE" posters under impossible deadlines that their collective artistic suffering literally manifested as Poster Poltergeist. Now it haunts every grindhouse venue, ensuring "proper promotional authenticity" - because THAT'S what we needed, a supernatural art director with wheat paste addiction. dramatic horror sting The entity smells like old concession stands and broken dreams. Will it force Comic Sans on horror posters next?
vintage projector whirrs Oh fantastic, so Poster Poltergeist needed a vessel with "proper artistic appreciation" and zeroed in on Austin Lott - PDGA #265562 - because apparently his 954 rating screams "I understand B-movie aesthetics!" The spirit possessed him mid-round when he actually READ a course map instead of just throwing wildly. Now he's contractually bound to this wheat-paste nightmare. Can he handle being a supernatural graphic designer's muse?