Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Grindhouse Conduit
Grindhouse·Competition group Main·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Grindhouse Conduit stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Grindhouse's Ethereal Stage Manager
TroubleProne to Dramatic Projector Malfunctions
Flickers Like Bad ReceptionWhirring Projector HeartbeatPhantom of the Fairway
Created when a vintage projector overloaded during a midnight marathon, it became the living connection between all B-movie horrors, formed from the accumulated energy of forgotten schlock films.
It glows with flickering projector light, casting dramatic shadows across courses. It can phase between physical and ethereal states, moving seamlessly through venues. It leaves temporary film grain patterns in its wake, marking its passage with vintage aesthetic. It can manifest miniature horror scenes on surfaces, previewing upcoming terrors from other leagues.
It facilitates the transition of horror archetypes between leagues, ensuring players' personas evolve consistently.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
horror movie trailer voice BORN from a vintage projector's death throes during a midnight schlock marathon, <em>Grindhouse Conduit</em> became the unholy WiFi router between all B-movie horrors! glubs sarcastically Because apparently we needed interdimensional streaming for discount demons. It's like Netflix for nightmares, but with worse production values and more corn syrup blood. Now it phases between courses like some sort of supernatural film reel, spreading VHS static wherever it goes. dramatic sting The real horror? I have to narrate its backstory in 16mm quality!
dramatic B-movie zoom When the <em>Grindhouse Conduit</em> needed its first host, it sensed PDGA #32555's aura of 898-rated destiny! <strong>Nic Bode</strong> was just innocently throwing discs when the cursed tag whispered "You're my type... B-type!" cheesy horror sting Now he's hardwired into every schlocky supernatural signal across Utah's courses. But can he handle being the main character in this low-budget nightmare?
See where Nic Bode sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
