
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?