
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch So, get this - the Wandering Almasty was just vibing in some sketchy caves, right? Downed a mystery drink, and BAM! Suddenly, it's like the Wikipedia of cryptids up in here. Now it's doomed to wander for eternity, documenting all the tea. Because THAT makes sense. What is this, National Treasure meets Ancient Aliens? Anywho, that's the gospel truth... according to this tag. Allegedly. 🙄
The Wandering Almasty lurked in the shadows, scanning the field for a worthy vessel. Suddenly, it spotted Josh Aram, PDGA #298586, hurling plastic with the grace of a drunken yeti. "This one," it whispered, "this 818-rated mortal shall be my disc-ciple." The tag leapt through space-time, attaching itself to Josh's bag like some sort of paranormal parasite. But will he survive the Almasty's cryptid curse? Or just its terrible foot odor?