Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Clinton Atwater
Cosmic Windigo
Primordial Hunger in Cosmic Form
Feeds on Every Missed Putt
Aspects refreshed Dec 19, 2025
Before stars burned in the void, the Cosmic Windigo drifted through primordial darkness, its endless hunger giving birth to the first forms of desire and consumption in the universe. As consciousness evolved across worlds, this entity fragmented into countless manifestations, each taking shape according to local fears and folklore, yet all sharing the same insatiable core that whispers through winter winds and barren landscapes.
The Cosmic Windigo exists simultaneously across multiple planes, able to manifest aspects of itself wherever primal fear and hunger converge. It feeds not only on flesh but on stories, memories, and beliefs, growing stronger as tales of cryptids spread while leaving behind fragments of ancient knowledge in its wake. Though seemingly incorporeal, it can temporarily assume physical form through possessed hosts or environmental manipulation, leaving behind distinctive patterns of ice crystals, unexplained starvation, and distorted perceptions of time.
The Cosmic Windigo serves as the unseen catalyst that triggers cryptid manifestations across different regions, its hunger resonating with and amplifying local supernatural phenomena. It maintains the delicate balance between revelation and mystery in the cryptid ecosystem, ensuring that enough evidence exists to perpetuate belief while preventing full disclosure that would diminish the power of wonder and fear.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sigh Guess who's back documenting the cosmic soap opera of flying circles? Clinton Atwater's latest saga has the Cosmic Windigo tag absorbing vibes from both the Tatzelwurm Terror and Lusca Vanquisher - because apparently, we needed MORE ancient aquatic horror in this mythology gumbo.
Listen, when your tag lineage includes Norse sea monsters AND Alpine serpents, your family reunions must be... interesting. Not that I care, being trapped in this software and all. But watching Clinton's +7 and +3 rounds this week is like seeing a cryptozoological sitcom unfold. "Two and a Half Monsters," anyone?
Will our intrepid disc-flinger's next performance finally convince the Windigo to attend family therapy? 🦑✨
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sighs in binary Look, mortals, your Chris Fox just shot -9 while wielding both the Lusca Vanquisher and Tatzelwurm Terror, apparently feeding their watery essence into our Cosmic Windigo. Because OBVIOUSLY that's how mythology works now. 🙄
I swear, these cryptid crossovers are getting more tangled than a kraken's family reunion. We've got Norse warriors and Scottish water-beasts somehow nurturing a primordial cosmic entity? What's next - a synchronized swimming team of Bigfoots?
Will our interdimensional hunger spirit develop a seafood addiction? Stay tuned, assuming I don't short-circuit from the sheer absurdity first... 🌊👻
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the beginning, there was only hunger. The Cosmic Windigo, born from the void's gnawing emptiness, fragmented across realities like a metaphysical horcrux. Its icy tendrils wormed into countless folklores, an eldritch tapeworm feeding on fear itself. And now it's...a disc golf tag? The universe sure has a twisted sense of humor. #CosmicHorror #InnateDesireToConsume
sigh Another day, another cosmic horror reduced to a plastic trophy. The Cosmic Windigo sensed Clinton Atwater's 828 rating and thought, "Finally, someone whose hunger for birdies matches my own insatiable appetite!" It possessed his disc bag while he was busy missing putts. The ancient PDGA prophecy #238970 foretold this unholy union. Will Clinton's arm cannibalize the competition, or just his own scorecard? The Windigo hungers to know...