
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh FANTASTIC, now I have to narrate the birth of Terror Theater! Apparently this thing spawned when the last grindhouse cinema got demolished - because OF COURSE a haunted movie theater would become a disc golf tag. It absorbed decades of spilled soda and bad acting, then went "I know! I'll torment people throwing plastic!" Very reasonable career pivot. dramatic horror sting Why is my existence like this?
dramatically adjusts phantom projection booth headset So Terror Theater needed its first victim—I MEAN bearer—and naturally it sensed Jared Lang's 940-rated aura from across the wasteland! PDGA #155955 walked past an old cinema, probably muttering about chain-outs, when BAM! The tag whispered "You're perfect for this B-movie!" Was it his rating or just really bad timing?