
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now I'm narrating the birth of some cursed movie equipment. The Schlock Synthesizer crawled out of a drive-in's projection booth like it escaped from a Roger Corman fever dream. Apparently decades of B-movies can possess machinery now? Cool. Cool cool cool. Will it synthesize actual horror or just more budget nightmares?
adjusts vintage film reel crown with exasperation So the Schlock Synthesizer needed its first victim—I mean "chosen one"—and apparently scanned every PDGA number like some demented casting director. Enter Christopher Hamby, whose 873 rating must have screamed "leading man material" to this possessed piece of projection equipment. The tag practically leaped into his bag, probably recognizing a kindred spirit of B-movie excellence. But can he handle the synthesized schlock, or will he become another forgotten extra in this grindhouse nightmare?