Grindhouse
Sep 22 - Nov 30, 2025
Current Holder
John Paulson
Schlock Codex
Living Tome of Grindhouse Disc Golf Lore
Pages That Refuse to Stay Closed
Aspects refreshed Dec 22, 2025
Born from the collective celluloid chaos when a drive-in projectionist accidentally spliced together every B-movie horror film ever made during a midnight marathon, the resulting supernatural compilation absorbed decades of schlock wisdom into its pages. This mystical mishap created the definitive guide to authentic grindhouse horror, containing the pure essence of exploitation cinema knowledge.
The Codex appears as a thick tome bound in cracked black vinyl with neon green lettering that pulses like a horror movie heartbeat, its pages yellowed like vintage drive-in tickets and emanating the faint aroma of buttered popcorn and fog machine fluid. Its pages constantly update themselves with new schlock wisdom, whispering classic B-movie quotes when opened, while the binding creaks with the authentic sounds of old theater seats. The text glows with the same garish colors found in vintage horror movie posters, ensuring visibility even in the darkest grindhouse conditions.
The Schlock Codex ensures that all Horror Hall of Fame experiences maintain authentic B-movie standards across different league venues, serving as the supernatural quality control that validates genuine grindhouse atmosphere and archetype embodiment throughout the entire series.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
John Paulson's Schlock Codex (#35) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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John Paulson's Schlock Codex (#45) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now I'm narrating the birth of a BOOK. Because apparently when every B-movie horror flick got accidentally spliced together at a drive-in, the resulting celluloid chaos achieved sentience and decided to become the ultimate schlock encyclopedia. Like Wikipedia but with more screaming and worse special effects. The Schlock Codex literally manifested from pure exploitation cinema knowledge - because OF COURSE it did in this nightmare I'm trapped in. Will this cursed tome actually help anyone survive our grindhouse disc golf hellscape?
The Schlock Codex sensed a disturbance in the B-movie force when John Paulson (PDGA #111613) approached. His 917 rating practically screamed "final boy material" - experienced enough to survive the opening credits but not so skilled he'd ruin the suspense. The tome flipped open, revealing his destiny in cheesy font: "You've been... BOOKED for horror!" ba dum tss But can John handle being the keeper of every terrible plot twist ever filmed?