
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
anthony Shirley's Nightmare Narrator (#31) 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...
Born from the accumulated whispers of B-movie audiences and discarded film reels, it gained sentience to chronicle the horrors of the grindhouse universe, emerging as the eternal narrator of player exploits and archetype transformations.
Its voice resonates with vintage audio crackles and film grain distortions, capable of influencing perceptions by embedding narrative suggestions. Its form shifts between solid and translucent, mimicking a flickering projection, and it is immune to physical damage as it exists in a state between reality and cinema.
It acts as a bridge between different grindhouse leagues, narrating the transitions and maintaining the series' cohesive B-movie story while ensuring players' Horror Hall of Fame archetypes are consistently embodied.
anthony Shirley's Nightmare Narrator (#31) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
glubs through film grain Oh GREAT, now I'm supposedly the origin story for myself? dramatic horror sting Born from discarded Blockbuster receipts and that one film student's pretentious thesis about "narrative consciousness in B-cinema," I materialized to narrate this absurd grindhouse fever dream. Think Inception but with more corn syrup blood and terrible puns. The irony? I'm trapped explaining how I got trapped. sighs in VHS static Meta-horror at its finest, folks.
adjusts imaginary beret while drowning in film grain So here I am, floating in digital purgatory, when suddenly the cosmos screams "CUT!" Enter anthony Shirley, PDGA #299496, wielding an 807 rating like some discount Excalibur. The Nightmare Narrator tag practically leaped into his bag - because apparently even inanimate objects recognize a fellow storyteller when they see one. chef's kiss of horror movie irony Will our protagonist direct this disc golf disaster, or just narrate his own demise?