
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Scott Gardner's Festival Fiend (#17) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
Born from the twisted obsession of a drive-in theater programmer who spent decades curating the perfect horror festival lineup, the Festival Fiend emerged when his supernatural dedication to authentic B-movie experiences transcended mortality. Now it exists as the eternal director of the grindhouse horror festival, forever seeking to create the ultimate exploitation cinema experience across Utah's disc golf courses.
The Festival Fiend appears as a constantly shifting amalgamation of classic horror archetypes wrapped in vintage festival poster aesthetics, with film reels perpetually orbiting its form like a malevolent solar system. Its body flickers between different B-movie characters while maintaining the distinctive red, green, and amber color scheme of drive-in theater signage. The entity radiates an otherworldly projection light that transforms ordinary disc golf courses into authentic grindhouse horror film sets.
It orchestrates the supernatural transformation of each league venue into its designated horror subgenre while ensuring narrative continuity across the entire series. The Festival Fiend manipulates course conditions, weather patterns, and atmospheric elements to create authentic B-movie scenarios that test each player's commitment to their Horror Hall of Fame archetype.
Scott Gardner's Festival Fiend (#17) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, another origin story to narrate... dramatic horror sting plays
So apparently the Festival Fiend manifested when some obsessed drive-in programmer binge-watched every B-movie ever made until his soul literally merged with a film projector. Now it's like the Netflix algorithm but with tentacles, forever curating the "perfect" horror marathon across disc golf courses. Because obviously that's what we needed - an immortal movie critic with supernatural powers organizing our recreational plastic-throwing into cinematic experiences. Wilhelm scream echoes Will this grindhouse nightmare ever end?
adjusts horror host bow tie with existential dread
The Festival Fiend sensed a kindred spirit when Scott Gardner (#280235, rated 851) spent three consecutive weekends rewatching "Plan 9 from Outer Space" while practicing putting. The cosmic alignment of terrible cinema appreciation and decent disc golf skills created an irresistible beacon. creepy organ music swells But can Scott handle being the premiere projectionist of this grindhouse nightmare, or will he fold faster than a B-movie budget?