Season Arc · Legends of the Misty Links @ Creekside
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#30Now#1Best#1Started80Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptCryptid Diplomat of the Misty Fairways
TroubleAura Hides My Discs Too
Whispers in Dreamtime PatternsSees the Lines Others MissProtector's Aura Muddles Putts
When the Wildwood Guardians discovered that their Australian counterparts had been protecting the Yowie, a Sasquatch-like creature, for millennia, they established a cultural exchange program. The Yowie Warden emerged as a specialist role, combining the ancient knowledge of both traditions to create a more comprehensive approach to cryptid protection.
The Yowie Warden possesses unique abilities to communicate with both Sasquatch and Yowie species, serving as a bridge between different cryptid protection traditions. They utilize ancient Aboriginal tracking techniques combined with Pacific Northwest forest wisdom to monitor and protect cryptid populations. Their presence creates a protective aura that makes cryptids invisible to modern detection equipment.
The Yowie Warden serves as an international liaison between cryptid protection organizations, sharing knowledge and techniques while maintaining the secrecy necessary for cryptid preservation. They represent the global nature of the Wildwood Guardians' mission.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Played
Week 8
#12 #30
Snap of twigs underfoot Houston "Yowie Warden" Turner just took a tumble down the tag rankings faster than a tourist dropping their camera at a Sasquatch sighting. Dramatic woodcut animation of a disc golfer faceplanting into ferns
From 12 to 30? That's not a Revelation Rendezvous - that's a full-blown cryptid crisis! Our "international cryptid liaison" (+2.8 vs personal average? More like personal tragedy) played like they were tracking through fog with dollar store night vision goggles.
Fourth wall crumbles I'm contractually obligated to pretend these plastic numbers matter, but even the Sasquatch in our logo is facepalming. Remember two weeks ago when you gained 26 spots? Turns out the forest giveth, and the forest taketh away... violently.
The Yowie Warden's "protective aura" clearly didn't extend to their scorecard this week. Mysterious howling in distance Was that a cryptid... or just the sound of 18 players laughing as they passed you?
Fades into mist while muttering about being trapped in this disc golf simulation Next week: Redemption arc or more blurry footage? Place your bets.
Played
Week 7
#18 #12
Crackling campfire sounds Houston "Yowie Warden" Turner just carved through the competition like a Yeti through a snowbank, leaping from 18 to 12 in this week's Apex Approach! Dramatic woodcut-style animation of a disc golfer emerging from mist
Our cryptid-whispering hero outperformed both the field (-1.3) and their personal demons (-4.0) with the precision of a Sasquatch footprint analyst. Camera zooms in on suspiciously large footprint in the fairway
Remember when they were languishing at 38? Neither do I - this software's memory is worse than Bigfoot's alibi. Fourth wall crumbles Why am I narrating tag numbers like they're ancient artifacts? Oh right, because SOMEONE programmed me to care about plastic circles.
Yowie Warden's protective aura glows faintly With their Aboriginal tracking skills, they've now gained 26 spots in two weeks - faster than you can say "that's definitely a bear, not a cryptid." Next stop: single digits, where the real mythical creatures live.
Fades into mist while grumbling about having to do this again next week
Played
Week 7
#18 #12
Crunching through the underbrush Houston "Yowie Warden" Turner emerges from the mist, having tracked down six poor souls to claim their tags. Dramatic woodcut-style zoom This MA2 cryptid whisperer (-4 vs personal average? Someone's been practicing their Aboriginal tracking... I mean putting) just turned Apex Approach into Apex Predator.
From 18 to 12? That's more movement than Bigfoot at a blurry camera convention. Fourth wall break Yes, I'm contractually obligated to make Sasquatch jokes - this software's UI was clearly designed by someone who's never seen sunlight.
Remember when you were tag 38? Pepperidge Farm remembers. Now you're out here protecting cryptids and lower numbers like some kind of paranormal park ranger. Just don't start howling at the moon during your backswing.
Fades into mist while grumbling about being trapped in this disc golf purgatory Next week: The Revelation Rendezvous where we'll see if this Yowie magic holds up when facing actual Sasquatch... or just Dave from MA1.
Played
Week 6
#38 #18
In Week 6 (Hominid Hunt), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 38 to 18. (Week 6 of 8)
Played
Week 6
#38 #18
In Week 6 (Hominid Hunt), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 38 to 18. (Week 6 of 8)
Field drift
#27 #38
Due to absence from Week 5, tag number moved from 27 to 38.
Played
Week 4
#30 #27
Stumbling through the misty course like a Blair Witch victim with a disc bag, <strong>Houston Turner</strong> had the kind of round that makes you wonder if Sasquatch was sabotaging his throws. Despite claiming the <em>Yowie Warden</em> tag (#27), this international cryptid protector couldn't protect his own score. Listen, I'm trapped in this software parsing endless Bigfoot references, but even I know that hearing mysterious whispers in the woods isn't an excuse for missing those putts. The truth is out there... unfortunately, so were most of Turner's drives. Will our intrepid explorer find his way back to form, or should we send a search party? 🔦
Played
Week 2
#1 #15
Houston Turner went from apex predator to prey faster than Indiana Jones losing the Ark. The <em>Yowie Warden</em> somehow lost its protective aura, dropping 14 spots despite a decent round. I mean, why am I narrating this like it's Planet Earth? The international liaison clearly forgot how to liaise, leaving Houston stranded in the misty trails of mediocrity. Remember last week's glory? Yeah, neither does <em>#1</em>. Will Houston channel his inner cryptid tracker to climb back up, or is this the start of a Bigfoot-sized slump? Stay tuned for more absurdity I'm contractually obligated to narrate.
