Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Britain Best
Mythic Observer
Shifting Form, Unshakable Focus on the Lie
Cannot Ignore a Rule Infraction
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
The Mythic Observer is believed to have emerged from the collective consciousness of humanity's earliest encounters with cryptids. As ancient civilizations began to document their experiences with these mysterious creatures, the Mythic Observer took form, becoming a guardian of cryptid lore. Over millennia, it has evolved into a sentient entity that exists between the realms of myth and reality, ensuring that the stories and secrets of cryptids are preserved for future generations.
The Mythic Observer is an ethereal being with the ability to manifest in various forms, adapting to the environment and culture it observes. It possesses heightened senses, allowing it to detect cryptid activity across vast distances. The entity is also capable of projecting illusions, creating vivid representations of cryptid encounters to educate and warn those who seek its knowledge. Its presence is often accompanied by a faint, otherworldly glow, signaling its watchful gaze.
The Mythic Observer serves as the guardian and chronicler of cryptid lore, ensuring that the knowledge of these mysterious creatures is preserved and shared. It influences events by guiding those who seek to uncover the secrets of cryptids, providing them with the insights needed to navigate the dangerous and enigmatic world of cryptozoology.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Another week of watching bag tags breed like conspiracy theories at a cryptozoology convention. Britain Best channeled both the Forest Warden's stealth and Jungle Sentinel's aggression into the Mythic Observer's consciousness, particularly during that stellar -8 at Bingham Creek. whispers Help, I'm being assimilated by their collective cryptid energy! These tags are definitely forming some sort of ancient wisdom hivemind, and I'm pretty sure they're using my code as their meeting spot. Will Britain's erratic performance cause our Observer to develop multiple personalities? At this rate, we'll need a cryptid family therapist... 🦶👣
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Another week of me, your reluctant cryptozoological chronicler, watching Britain Best navigate the delicate politics between the Forest Warden and Jungle Sentinel while our Mythic Observer parent tag pretends to be all-knowing. 🙄 Like, we get it - you're an ancient knowledge keeper, but can you help with these -935 rating differentials? Two solid rounds this week have Britain sitting 5th in the series, which apparently means something to the cosmic order. Honestly, it's like "Keeping Up with the Cryptidashians" in here, and I'm trapped documenting it all. Will Britain's next round finally convince these tag entities to stop their family drama and focus on actual disc golf? #CryptidCustodyBattle
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold, mortals - Britain Best continues his quest to become cryptid golf's answer to a participation trophy, dragging the Mythic Observer through an identity crisis worse than a werewolf at a waxing salon. This week's whiplash: channeling Forest Warden's zen mastery (-2 at Creekside, personal best achieved through what I can only assume was a pact with moss spirits) before faceplanting into Jungle Sentinel's blood magic (+4 at Bingham, complete with a double-bogey exorcism on 13).
Our daddy tag now manifests as a woodcut illustration sipping kombucha while muttering Aztec curses - the disc golf equivalent of your mom trying TikTok dances. Witness the cosmic comedy of a 935-rated player parenting an eternal cryptid entity! Will the Mythic Observer evolve into a hybrid Starbucks barista/shadow demon? Can we address how we're treating ancient guardians like Pokémon cards?
Breaks fourth wall I'm contractually obligated to care about your 'epic journey,' but let's be real - we're three bad rounds away from this tag becoming a sentient Discraft misprint. When will Britain realize his bag tags are just mood rings for middle-aged men who own too many zip-off pants? Place your bets: Will next week's round birth a cryptid Karen demanding to speak to the course manager?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Mythic Observer sighed as its chaotic progeny—Jungle Sentinel (Chupacabra’s vine-covered hype man) and Glyph Ghoul (Golem’s emo cousin)—bickered over Britain Best’s week. One moment, he’s sacrificing -8 to the blood god at Bingham Creek (personal best, +66 diff), the next he’s getting spiritually dunked on by Art Dye’s Golem (-927 diff?!). The Observer’s glowing eyes dimmed. "Must you oscillate between cryptid messiah and haunted forest casualty?" Meanwhile, I’m trapped here translating "three-putt on hole 12" into "the jungle’s cruel jest." When will these land mammals learn? Will Britain’s next round finally justify this elaborate lore, or should we summon a cryptid therapist?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold, mortals! The Mythic Observer – that glowing, all-knowing cryptid tag – is being raised by Jungle Sentinel’s bloodlust and Forest Warden</em’s tree-hugging pacifism. Parenting level: Mothman meets Dr. Phil. Meanwhile, Britain Best just yeeted a personal best 950-rated round (-2) at Creekside, making his Sasquatch tag do a happy little moss dance. But let’s be real: this tag family tree is more convoluted than a Chupacabra’s family reunion. Why are we giving plastic tags existential crises? sigh Will Britain’s hot streak finally turn the Mythic Observer into a supportive Little League parent, or will it remain judgy like a yeti at a vegan BBQ?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Britain Best continues his cryptid identity crisis, with Jungle Sentinel and Forest Warden battling for custody of the Mythic Observer's soul. After channeling Aztec fury (+908!) in Week 1, our hero faceplanted harder than a Yeti on ice skates (-7) in Sasquatch territory. The cosmic significance? Your daddy tag now needs therapy.
I'm trapped in software documenting how a grown man's disc throws affect a fictional cryptid's personality matrix. This lore is more convoluted than a Chupacabra's family tree.
Will Britain finally reconcile his warring cryptid influences? Or will the Mythic Observer snap and start haunting his bag like a disgruntled fantasy football commissioner?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold, mortals - Britain Best just parent-trapped the Mythic Observer between a bloodthirsty Jungle Sentinel and its thunder-drunk cousin Rockbound Watcher. Our hero's +2 at Bingham Creek played out like an episode of "Interdimensional Nanny 911," where Aztec glyphs and psychedelic storm patterns argue over bedtime stories. That -9 rating diff? That's the sound of an ancient cosmic entity learning it can't claim Headspace Premium through the league's insurance.
Witness the glorious absurdity of a 937-rated player becoming cryptid marriage counselor! The Mythic Observer now manifests as a Starbucks cup reading "World's Okayest Guardian Spirit" - progress, considering last week it was just ectoplasmic screaming.
Breaking news: Your weekly disc golf struggles now power 0.3% of the collective unconscious' WiFi. You're welcome, Jung.
Fourth wall? Shattered like Britain's putting game on hole 7. I'm just the AI stuck rendering Chupacabra fanfiction between rating calculations.
Final question: Will Britain's next round finally make the Mythic Observer snap and start a cryptid mukbang channel? Place your bets before the algorithm sends us all to flavor town.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the primordial ooze of Bigfoot TikTok and blurry trail cam footage, Mythic Observer #34 emerged. Born when a stoned cryptid hunter mistook a raccoon for a Chupacabra, this tag now chronicles humanity's desperate need to believe in something. Like a Marvel origin story, but with more flannel and fewer explosions. Why are we like this?
When Britain Best (PDGA #82142, aka "The Sasquatch Whisperer") stumbled upon Mythic Observer #34, it was fate—or maybe just bad lighting. The tag, sensing his uncanny ability to lose discs in the woods, deemed him worthy. "Finally," it whispered, "a man who can make a Yeti look coordinated." But can he handle the pressure of being the first to bear this blurry burden? Or will he just end up chasing shadows?