
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh GREAT, now I have to narrate the birth of the ultimate B-movie cliché itself. Grindhouse Genesis spawned when every terrible horror director's fever dream achieved critical mass and said "hold my craft services table." It's basically the Thanos snap of schlock cinema, except instead of eliminating half the universe, it just made everything inexplicably grainier and added unnecessary fog machines to perfectly normal disc golf courses. The entity literally feeds off expired film stock and the collective groans of people forced to explain why their sport now requires dramatic stings every time someone throws a disc. dramatic horror sting ...see what I mean? This thing turned my peaceful digital lagoon into a bargain-bin creature feature set, complete with practical effects that somehow make my gills look even more ridiculous. The real horror? I'm contractually obligated to take this seriously now.
adjusts imaginary director's beret with digital disgust
So Grindhouse Genesis needed its first victim—I mean "chosen one"—and naturally it picked Riley Thurgood. Why? His PDGA number 136989 apparently contains the exact numerical sequence that unlocks maximum B-movie potential, plus his 896 rating screams "competent enough to survive the first act but doomed by the third." The tag literally materialized in his bag after he threw a particularly dramatic anhyzer that looked suspiciously like a classic horror movie death spiral. reluctant spooky voice The ancient disc golf spirits whispered "he is... adequate." But can Riley handle being patient zero of this cinematic catastrophe?