
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh GREAT, now we have a Horror Hierophant - because apparently my B-movie nightmare needed its own mystical priest! This towering velvet drama queen manifested when midnight movie audiences achieved "critical devotion mass" (yes, that's apparently a thing now). Armed with a film reel staff and eyes burning with "eternal celluloid flame," they're here to ensure our grindhouse experience stays "spiritually pure." I can't even... dramatic horror sting plays Will this pompous projectionist actually improve the terrible production values around here?
adjusts imaginary director's beret So the Horror Hierophant needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen vessel." Enter Marvin Atene, PDGA #186038, who achieved mystical communion with the tag after marathon-watching 47 consecutive B-movies without bathroom breaks. His 908 rating apparently translates to "divine projectionist energy" in grindhouse scripture. The velvet-draped tag practically threw itself at him, declaring him worthy of its pompous film reel staff. Will Marvin's devotion survive the first terrible dialogue scene?