The Nightly Storyteller Chronicles: Chopping Mall (1986)

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[Opening Monologue]

> The corridors stretched endlessly, each one lit by that pale, artificial glow that never warms you — the kind of light that hums like it’s thinking about you. Nyra’s steps had grown sluggish, like she was dragging invisible chains. Seraphine kept glancing over her shoulder, her eyes sharp, frantic, searching for something only she could see. The Clatchi — once a restless swarm of whispers and flickers — now clung to the walls, their light dimming like dying coals.

We were losing something. Strength? Time? Hope? Maybe all three.

Somewhere ahead, the Threxil moved. I couldn’t hear it — no footsteps, no claws — just the oppressive certainty of a predator that already believes the hunt is over. My hand brushed the cursed necklace under my coat. For the first time in days, I wished I could rip it off and let it clatter to the floor. But it’s not that simple. It never is.

If we found the Threxil, would we actually fight… or just take our place in the long, bloody parade of fools who thought they could win? 🕯️




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[Transition into the Film Discussion]
That gnawing sense of dread — the inevitability of a fight you can’t win — is exactly the lifeblood of Chopping Mall. Released in 1986, this glorious, laser-fried B-movie blends killer robots 🤖, mall lockdown chaos, and some of the most wonderfully ridiculous death scenes of the decade.

Eight young employees decide to throw an after-hours party in the mall where they work — an idea that ranks just below “read ancient Latin aloud” on the horror movie bad-decision scale. Things spiral when the mall’s new “Protector” security robots malfunction, sealing the doors and going full murder-mode with tasers, claws, and laser beams. The result? A frantic, synthwave-soaked game of cat-and-mouse where every neon corner hides a new death scene. The practical effects are deliciously over-the-top, the kills creative, and the relentless electronic score makes the whole thing feel like a nightmare you can dance to.


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[Trivia & Connections]

The Killer “Protectors” – A mix of remote control, puppetry, and practical wizardry gave the robots their menacing, clunky charm. CGI could never match those glowing red eyes and whirring treads.

From Killbots to Chopping Mall – The original title bombed in theaters. The re-release with its gleefully blunt new name turned it into a cult hit. Sometimes marketing is the killer. 🪓

Behind the Camera – Directed by Jim Wynorski, written with Steve Mitchell in just a few weeks. Fast, lean, and unapologetically pulpy.

Cameos – Dick Miller as Walter Paisley, Gerrit Graham, plus Paul Bartel and Mary Woronov reprising their Eating Raoul characters in a blink-and-miss moment.



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[Lore Expansion]
The mall in the film — all bright lights, shiny glass, and escalators — isn’t a sanctuary. It’s a cage. A beautiful, humming trap. Ours wasn’t a mall, and our predator wasn’t on tank treads… but the feeling was the same.

Nyra leaned against the wall, sweat slicking her hair. She stared at a flickering sign like it was a portal to another world. Seraphine’s blade sagged in her grip, her breath ragged. The Clatchi barely moved now, their once-endless whispers replaced by silence so heavy it felt like the walls were listening.

We were in our own Chopping Mall. The Threxil was the Protector — relentless, patient, already convinced of the ending. It didn’t need to hunt. It just needed to wait. 🕰️


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[Closing Lines]
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