
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts fog machine and checks monster makeup
Listen, darling viewers, apparently I'm now contractually obligated to explain how Mist Werewolf clawed its way into tag #17. sigh Some cursed settler allegedly drowned in Creekside centuries ago - because OF COURSE they did - and their lycanthrope vibes got all mixed up with supernatural fog like some discount Teen Wolf meets Silent Hill mashup. Now it's my job to narrate this rubber-suited nightmare that howls moisture and leaves ectoplasmic paw prints. I can't even... Will this fog-generating furry become the next grindhouse legend?
dramatically adjusts vintage horror lighting and checks rubber werewolf suit
Oh look, another "destined" moment I get to narrate... When the supernatural fog first rolled across Creekside, it sniffed out Ryan Crocker like a bloodhound with commitment issues. His 953 rating apparently screamed "lycanthrope material" to the mist spirits - because nothing says "werewolf potential" like consistent disc control, right? The Mist Werewolf tag practically howled his PDGA number (192541) in morse code through the trees. eye roll Will this fog-whisperer prove he's not just blowing smoke?