Grindhouse
Sep 22 - Nov 30, 2025
Current Holder
Tyler Waldo
Intermission Incarnate
Shimmering Reel of Nostalgic Transitions
Haunted by Concession Stand Jingles
Aspects refreshed Dec 20, 2025
Born during the golden age of drive-in theaters when audiences would gather during intermissions to discuss horror double features, this entity absorbed the collective anticipation and excitement that bridged different B-movie experiences. It now manifests as the supernatural force that ensures smooth transitions between horror subgenres across all grindhouse venues, preserving the sacred ritual of intermission that connected disparate exploitation films into cohesive entertainment experiences.
Possesses the ability to manipulate temporal pacing during critical transition moments and control atmospheric shifts between different horror moods. Can project vintage intermission graphics directly into reality and bridge narrative gaps between different horror subgenres through supernatural cinema manifestation. Its presence ensures that no matter how different each league's horror theme becomes, the authentic drive-in theater experience remains unbroken through proper intermission transitions.
Serves as the supernatural facilitator that ensures players experience smooth transitions between different horror league subgenres while maintaining authentic grindhouse theater atmosphere. It appears during pivotal moments to provide narrative bridges that connect disparate B-movie experiences into a cohesive Horror Hall of Fame journey.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Tyler Waldo's Intermission Incarnate (#2) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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Tyler Waldo's Intermission Incarnate (#4) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through vintage film grain Oh great, now I'm narrating the birth of Intermission Incarnate? This thing literally spawned from all those awkward drive-in moments when teenagers made out during "Let's all go to the lobby!" Like some cursed popcorn commercial gained sentience and decided disc golf needed more B-movie transitions. Because apparently we needed a supernatural usher? What's next, a concession stand demon?
adjusts vintage film projector with exaggerated horror So Tyler Waldo stumbled into our midnight screening, PDGA #296534 glowing like some cursed ticket stub. The Intermission Incarnate sensed his 987 rating and whispered "Let's all go to the... fairway!" Now he's our supernatural usher, destined to guide lost discs between horror reels. But can he handle the reel pressure?