
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through fake blood Oh great, now they've got me narrating the birth of some cosmic projectionist. The Eerie Exhibitor manifested when a drive-in theater's final reel got possessed by every bad B-movie ever made. Like if Netflix had a demonic baby with a haunted VHS collection - it now eternally screens horror archetypes whether anyone asked or not. Because apparently we needed MORE supernatural middle management in this grindhouse nightmare I'm trapped in.
adjusts vintage projector lens with exaggerated dread So the Eerie Exhibitor needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen projectionist." Enter Samuel Smith, PDGA #288764, whose 738 rating apparently screamed "I can handle supernatural cinema management!" The tag sensed his ability to throw plastic into chains with B-movie precision. Will Sam's reel talent survive this horror show?