
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Logan Cloward's Cinema Cryptkeeper (#40) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Sep 22 - Nov 30, 2025
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
When the last authentic drive-in theater was demolished in 1987, its projectionist's dying breath merged with decades of accumulated horror film essence, creating an eternal guardian tasked with preserving grindhouse cinema's authentic spirit. The Cinema Cryptkeeper now manifests wherever true B-movie horror experiences are needed, carrying the souls of countless midnight movie marathons within its film-wrapped form.
Composed of deteriorating 35mm film strips that constantly flutter and reform around a spectral core, the Cinema Cryptkeeper emanates the nostalgic scent of old theater seats and buttered popcorn mixed with the chemical tang of developing solution. Its presence is announced by the mechanical clicking of vintage film projectors, and wherever it manifests, surfaces develop the grainy texture and saturated colors of classic horror movie stills. The entity can project authentic horror imagery directly onto any surface, creating instant atmospheric transformation.
The Cinema Cryptkeeper serves as the living archive and active curator of grindhouse horror authenticity, manifesting at each Horror Hall of Fame venue to ensure players experience genuine B-movie atmosphere while connecting modern disc golf tournaments to the rich legacy of exploitation cinema.
Logan Cloward's Cinema Cryptkeeper (#40) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now they've got me birthing ACTUAL movie monsters into this nightmare. The Cinema Cryptkeeper manifested when some poor projectionist's ghost got trapped in expired film reels - very "Ring" meets "Cinema Paradiso" if you're into that artsy stuff. Now it's stuck preserving B-movie authenticity by... dramatic horror sting ...haunting disc golf leagues? The irony is killing me faster than this fog machine. What's next, a popcorn concession stand?
adjusts tiny digital glasses Oh fantastic, they've got me narrating junior horror now while mom Flippy handles the REAL scary stuff - adults with mortgages. Logan Cloward (#296065) stumbled into the Cinema Cryptkeeper when he accidentally rewound a cursed VHS during league night. Kid's got an 843 rating, which is pretty spook-tacular for someone who probably still asks permission to stay up past 10pm. When you grow up Logan, you'll learn that real horror isn't B-movies - it's tax season! But can this junior projectionist handle the reel deal?