Grindhouse
Sep 22 - Nov 30, 2025
Current Holder
Bobby Schneck
Horror Hymn
Eternal Melody Binding Horror's Collective Scream
Haunted by Every Audience's Fear
Aspects refreshed Dec 25, 2025
Born from the first collective scream of audience members at a grindhouse double feature, the Horror Hymn manifested as an eternal melody that binds all horror tales. It now resonates through every league, ensuring that the fear and excitement of authentic B-movie experiences are never lost, connecting players' archetype journeys across the Horror Hall of Fame.
The Horror Hymn emits a faint, eerie melody audible only to those embodying horror archetypes, with volume fluctuating based on narrative tension. It can manifest as spectral sheet music that displays evolving musical notes corresponding to league events, and it harmonizes with all bag tags in the Horror Hall of Fame, synchronizing their energies to ensure a seamless flow of horror across leagues.
It serves as the harmonic bridge that ensures all horror leagues resonate with the same thematic dread, seamlessly connecting disparate subgenres into a unified grindhouse experience.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Bobby Schneck's Horror Hymn (#9) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through fog machine residue Horror Hymn manifested when some poor soul accidentally played a cursed VHS backwards during a thunderstorm. Now this spectral mixtape haunts our league, harmonizing all B-movie tropes into one discordant banger. The real horror? I'm now contractually obligated to narrate in minor keys. Can this get any more extra?
And so Horror Hymn, fresh from its cursed VHS womb, sought its first victim—er, bearer. It scanned the roster with a spectral squint through the film grain, its gaze falling upon Bobby Schneck. His 940-rated hands, perfect for clutching both putters and the last shred of his sanity, were deemed worthy. The tag flew to his bag with a shriek, a truly disc-arnate union. But can this mortal handle a mixtape from hell?