
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now I have to narrate the birth of Fear Fabricator? This thing literally spawned from every rejected B-movie script pooling together like digital ectoplasm. Think Netflix's algorithm had a nightmare and gave birth to pure concentrated schlock. It exists solely to remind us that someone, somewhere, thought "zombie prom queens" was peak cinema. dramatic horror sting The real horror? I'm contractually obligated to make this sound epic.
sigh Well, here I am again, stuck narrating junior horror while mom Flippy gets the cool adult content. So Ben Allen (#309262) stumbled into our B-movie nightmare like every teen protagonist who ignores obvious danger signs. The Fear Fabricator chose him after witnessing his 806-rated throws - apparently even digital schlock recognizes potential! When you grow up, you'll learn that being "chosen" usually just means you're the only one dumb enough to say yes. But hey, at least the popcorn's free in this digital prison! Will Ben fabricate fear or just fabricate excuses for bogeys?