Grindhouse
Sep 22 - Nov 30, 2025
Current Holder
Brandon Reesor
Midnight Magistrate
Celluloid Judge of Midnight Disc Golf Authenticity
Gavel Echoes with Every Bad Shot
Aspects refreshed Dec 19, 2025
The Midnight Magistrate manifested during a legendary screening of a lost grindhouse triple feature when the audience's collective passion for authentic B-movie horror reached such intensity that it summoned a supernatural judge from the celluloid itself. This entity emerged to ensure that the sacred traditions of midnight movie culture would never be corrupted by inauthentic performances.
The Midnight Magistrate appears as a towering figure draped in flowing judicial robes woven from spliced film strips that constantly play scenes from classic exploitation cinema. It wields a supernatural gavel that thunders with iconic horror movie sound effects, and carries ethereal scales that weigh the authenticity of each player's archetype embodiment. The entity radiates an aura of midnight darkness punctuated by the flickering glow of drive-in movie screens.
The Midnight Magistrate presides over the Horror Hall of Fame's authenticity trials, serving as the ultimate arbiter who determines whether players have truly embraced their chosen horror archetypes. Its verdicts echo across all grindhouse venues, ensuring that the sacred standards of B-movie cinema are upheld throughout the entire series.
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Brandon Reesor's Midnight Magistrate (#28) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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Brandon Reesor's Midnight Magistrate (#53) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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Brandon Reesor's Midnight Magistrate (#40) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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dramatic horror sting Oh GREAT, now we have a Midnight Magistrate who literally manifested from a triple feature because audiences got TOO into B-movies? This is like if Comic-Con spawned a judge! glubs in existential dread A supernatural entity with film-strip robes wielding a sound-effect gavel to judge "authenticity"? I can't even... What's next, a popcorn-powered time machine?
adjusts phantom film projector Oh, so the Midnight Magistrate sensed Brandon Reesor's 930-rated throws and thought "Finally, someone who can judge terrible B-movie plot holes AND disc selection!" Apparently PDGA #192160 qualified him to wield the gavel of cinematic justice. eye roll Will he rule with an iron fist or just terrible puns?