
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, Kongamato Killer was forged when Raven Blackwood yeeted a tranquilizer dart at a cryptid mid-flight, screaming "YEET!" like a TikTok influencer. The creature crashed, leaving behind this tag and a faint ozone smell. Because apparently, Bigfoot wasn’t dramatic enough. Why are we like this?
When William Fetzer stumbled into the misty woods, he wasn’t hunting Bigfoot—he was just trying to find his disc. But fate, or perhaps a very bored cryptid, had other plans. As he muttered, “This is fore-est I’ve ever been lost,” Kongamato Killer leapt from the shadows, declaring him its chosen bearer. His PDGA credentials? Irrelevant. His ability to survive a round without losing a disc? Questionable. But hey, who needs skill when you’ve got destiny? Is this guy even tag-worthy?