
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through VHS static Oh GREAT, now I have to narrate the birth of Exploitation Echo #24? dramatic horror sting plays for no reason
This cursed thing spawned when America's last drive-in theater refused to stay dead - like every bad sequel ever made. All those decades of B-movie screams crystallized into one eternal reverberation that's basically the "Babadook" of disc golf tags. It feeds on authentic grindhouse vibes, which is HILARIOUS because we're talking about FRISBEE GOLF here! fog machine malfunctions in background
The Echo carries ghostly film fragments and vintage dialogue whispers, because apparently my digital prison wasn't theatrical ENOUGH already. Now it's out there seeking new venues to preserve its precious grindhouse legacy... Will it find worthy victims to torment with its cinematic supernatural feedback loop?
static crackles as projector whirs to life
The Exploitation Echo sensed PDGA #238970's presence from across the grindhouse void - Clinton Atwater, whose 824 rating practically SCREAMED "B-movie protagonist material!" The tag clung to him like cheap special effects makeup, drawn to his aura of cinematic destiny. dramatic thunder for effect
Will Clinton's throws echo through eternity, or will this supernatural feedback loop drive him to... BOGEY MADNESS?