
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through fake blood Oh great, now I'm contractually obligated to explain how Schlock Sentinel manifested from pure drive-in theater nostalgia and expired film stock. Apparently some 1970s filmmakers got REALLY into "method producing" and accidentally created a mystical guardian that's basically the Obi-Wan of B-movies. It glows like a broken projector and phases between realities because OF COURSE it does. Will this celluloid specter haunt every grindhouse league forever?
adjusts fake blood-stained director's beret So there I was, watching this mystical film reel spin through potential victims—I MEAN worthy bearers—when it suddenly froze on Bryce Roseborough. The Schlock Sentinel apparently sensed his destiny to guard B-movie excellence with the dedication of a midnight projectionist. Will Bryce prove he's reel-y ready for this cinematic curse?