
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
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?