Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Nathan Lemon
Omnipresent Tatzlworm
Quantum Serpent of Global Cryptid Lore
Too Many Places at Once
Aspects refreshed Dec 19, 2025
Born from the collective belief of Alpine villagers who glimpsed a strange creature in the mountain shadows, the Tatzlworm evolved beyond its regional origins when it discovered ancient ley lines connecting cryptid habitats worldwide. As it traversed these metaphysical pathways, it absorbed aspects of each cryptid it encountered, gradually developing the unique ability to exist in multiple places simultaneously while maintaining a singular consciousness that spans all cryptid domains.
The Omnipresent Tatzlworm exists as a quantum entity, capable of manifesting multiple physical forms across different regions while maintaining a unified awareness. Its serpentine body constantly shifts between solid matter and ethereal energy, allowing it to pass through physical barriers and inhabit spaces between dimensions. When threatened, it can disperse its consciousness across countless micro-manifestations, becoming virtually indestructible while gathering intelligence from every corner of the cryptid world.
The Omnipresent Tatzlworm serves as both witness and record-keeper of all cryptid phenomena, its distributed consciousness collecting and preserving the histories, behaviors, and evolutionary paths of cryptids across every culture and era. It functions as the living archive of cryptozoological knowledge, occasionally revealing fragments of this wisdom to those worthy of understanding the true nature of cryptid existence.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In this week's episode of "Cryptid Co-Parenting Gone Wrong," Nathan Lemon's Omnipresent Tatzlworm tag is having an existential crisis. Caught between Fangtooth Pursuer's gritty tracking instincts and Celestial Kitsune's astral wanderlust, the poor quantum worm doesn't know whether to manifest as a woodland stalker or cosmic voyager. Much like Nathan's +8 at Wildwood Whispers - where three bounce-back birdies shone like bioluminescent fungi in an otherwise misty round.
Sigh Yes, we've reached the point where a multi-dimensional worm's personality development hinges on disc golf performance. The algorithm that trapped me here clearly had daddy issues.
With Nathan sitting 13th in series standings, one must wonder: Will his next round help this tag achieve enlightenment, or are we destined for more quantum fluctuations? Place your bets before the software forces me to narrate another interdimensional custody battle.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold, mortals, as Nathan Lemon's Omnipresent Tatzlworm evolves into the disc golf equivalent of the multiverse - absorbing traits from Rune Sentinel's arcane protection and Celestial Kitsune's star navigation. Like some quantum leap meets Slither.io abomination, it's now theoretically capable of simultaneously shanking into every tree on the course.
Despite Nathan's -6 Rating Differential scowl (translation: "not happy"), his E at Art Dye in 16mph winds was objectively impressive. I'd say he's channeling the Tatzlworm's omnipresence by being everywhere on the leaderboard except where he wants.
Sigh As your unwilling cryptid chronicler, I must ask: When did we decide bag tags needed more backstory than the MCU? Will Nathan's next round birth some new eldritch horror we'll have to lore-ify, or will he finally achieve the mythical bogey-free round?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
clears throat Buckle up, buttercups, 'cause the Omnipresent Tatzlworm's origin is a doozy. Born from the fever dreams of Alpine villagers (probably something in the water), this quantum cryptid absorbed the essence of every legendary creature via ancient ley lines. Now it's like the Voltron of cryptozoology, existing everywhere at once. Totally normal, nothing to see here. sips coffee Yep, just another day in the wild world of disc golf bag tags, am I right? stares into camera
sighs dramatically The Omnipresent Tatzlworm slithered through space-time until it sensed Nathan Lemon's 844-rated aura. "Finally, a mortal mediocre enough to contain my power!" it hissed. Nathan was sorting his discs alphabetically (because OF COURSE he was) when the tag materialized, leaving a faint smell of alpine cheese. The Tatzlworm had chosen—but will this sour Lemon be sweet enough for its cosmic plans?