
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through fake blood Oh great, now I'm narrating the birth of Fear Forger #21? This thing literally manifested from decades of moviegoers screaming at terrible B-horror flicks. Like some cursed Netflix algorithm, it absorbed every jump scare and now haunts disc golf courses spreading cinematic terror. Because apparently my aquatic nightmare wasn't complete without interdimensional horror entities. What's next, a Rotten Tomatoes rating system for putts?
adjusts fake blood-stained glasses So the Fear Forger needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen one." Enter Craig Bennett (#137109), whose 908 rating apparently screamed "leading man material" to this cursed celluloid entity. The tag sensed his ability to craft terror on the course like a B-movie director crafts plot holes. But can he handle being typecast as horror's newest scream king?