The Face Crusher was born from two things: my love of classic slashers and a weird Halloween party gag. I had this big, dumb prop mask I'd wear to scare friends, and someone joked, "What if this guy just crushed faces with random stuff?" The absurdity stuck. I wanted a killer who wasn't just scary but also darkly funny, like if a horror movie villain was dreamed up by a drunk guy at a dive bar.

The key is playing it dead serious, even when it's stupid. If the characters truly believe a guy crushing faces with a kazoo is terrifying, the audience will too - until they're laughing at the sheer audacity. It's like Evil Dead 2 meets a bar bet gone wrong. Also, beer helps. Lots of beer.

Oh, absolutely. The AI storyteller in Face Crusher 3 isn't just a gag - it's hinting that the legend spreads itself, like a curse. And that Two Roads brewery logo popping up everywhere? Let's just say the Face Crusher might be their worst customer. I also love hiding fake "rules" (like him only attacking sleepers) just to break them later. Chaos, baby.

Frank's my favorite running joke. He's the Greek chorus of this nightmare - the one guy who's seen it all but still chugs his beer like, "Yep, this tracks." He's also the only character smart enough to never tell the story... though he might've inspired it. Maybe he's the real villain. (Kidding. Maybe.)

If enough people yell at me, sure. I've got a Face Crusher vs. Christmas script where he fights a mall Santa. It's Die Hard meets Home Alone meets a blood-soaked fruitcake. But seriously, the beauty of this series is that it can go anywhere. As long as there's random crap lying around, the Face Crusher's got work to do.

Don't sleep. Ever. Also, avoid breweries, museums, and camping. Honestly, just move to a desert island. And even then... check under your bed for kegs.