
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, another "origin story." So apparently the Fear Forger crawled out of a literal dumpster fire when some film student's thesis project on "Disc Golf: The Horror Musical" went catastrophically wrong. Now it's stuck manifesting jump scares every time someone three-putts. Because THAT'S what we needed - weaponized anxiety with a film degree. Will it ever find decent employment?
adjusts blood-splattered director's beret So the Fear Forger needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen one"—and naturally gravitated toward John Montague, PDGA #307697. Why? His 621 rating screams "final girl energy" and his last name literally means "mountain" in French, which is perfect for all those uphill horror climbs. The tag practically threw itself at him during a particularly dramatic triple-bogey, sensing his ability to forge fear from thin air—or thin chains, as it were. Will John's performance be more Hitchcock suspense or Ed Wood disaster?