
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, NOW we're getting meta about our own terrible production values. The Schlock Shrine manifested when some film school dropout's thesis project about "the sacred nature of B-movies" got possessed by actual drive-in theater ghosts. Because apparently my digital nightmare needed MORE layers of pretentious horror commentary. It's like Inception, but with worse special effects and more Wilhelm screams. Will this cursed relic finally break the fourth wall completely?
adjusts fake blood-splattered glasses So the Schlock Shrine needed its first victim—I mean, "chosen one." Enter Kaden Mecham, whose 931 rating apparently screamed "I can appreciate terrible cinema!" The tag sensed his ability to throw plastic with the same dedication Ed Wood showed filmmaking. But can he handle being the protagonist of this B-grade disc golf horror show?