
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now I have to explain how a CONDUCTOR'S BATON became sentient because some drive-in projectionist spilled Kool-Aid on the film reels during a Herschell Gordon Lewis marathon. The Splatter Conductor literally manifested when "Blood Feast" met sticky theater floors - because apparently that's how horror artifacts work now? dramatic sting plays It conducts gore like Beethoven conducted symphonies, except with 100% more fake blood and terrible acting. Will this baton ever find a decent film budget?
adjusts fake blood-splattered beret So the Splatter Conductor needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen maestro." Enter Jon White, PDGA #161201, whose 893 rating apparently screams "I can orchestrate cinematic carnage!" The baton sensed his potential during a particularly gruesome approach shot and bonded instantly. Talk about conducting yourself poorly! But can Jon truly direct this B-movie mayhem, or will he just be another extra in the gore?