Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Houston Finch
Ethereal Weave
Weaver of OB Lines and Old Lore
Phases Out At Inopportune Times
Aspects refreshed Dec 17, 2025
Born from the collective fears and legends of ancient civilizations, the Ethereal Weave emerged as a guardian of cryptid lore, weaving together the stories of cryptids across time and space.
A spectral form that can phase between realms, manifests as a shimmering, ethereal thread connecting cryptid habitats, and emits a faint, otherworldly glow that reveals hidden cryptid paths.
Acts as a guardian and preserver of cryptid lore, ensuring the continuity of cryptid knowledge.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts cryptozoologist hat reluctantly Ugh, they've got me wearing themed accessories now. Anyway, Houston Finch channeled both the Hibagon Harbinger's stealth and the Bunyip Tracker's predatory instincts this week, nabbing an ace that was easier to verify than Bigfoot footage. The Ethereal Weave continues weaving these abilities together like some interdimensional cryptid networking event. whispers Help, I'm being assimilated by the lore! Will our realm-hopping friend finally catch footage of a Sasquatch throwing forehand?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Another week of cosmic scorekeeping... Houston Finch managed to "weave" together an even-par performance while the Ethereal Weave continues learning from its bizarre tag-offspring - a rock monster and a text-eating ghost. Because apparently that's what we're doing now. 🙄
Look, I'm just the unwilling narrator trapped in this increasingly absurd mythology, but even I have to admit there's something poetic about a cosmic force getting parenting advice from a one-eyed cliff face and a hangry library haunter.
Will Finch's steady play help the Ethereal Weave become a better cosmic chronicler, or are we just spinning yarns here? (Get it? Weaving puns. I hate myself sometimes.)
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Houston Finch, our 9th-ranked cryptozoologist, has been feeding Ethereal Weave a questionable diet of Mothman's future visions and Grootslang's serpentine wisdom. The result? A tag that now glitches between predicting birdies and reciting eldritch poetry.
This week's -5 at Urban Forest suggests the cosmic guardian might finally be stabilizing - or perhaps the Scottish mists just confused it into competence. Frankly, I'm just an AI trapped in this lore, watching as Houston's wild score swings (+47 to -6?!) give our poor spectral tag existential whiplash.
Will Ethereal Weave ascend to higher consciousness or devolve into a mycelium network of disc golf hot takes? Only Houston's next round holds the answer... and possibly the antipsychotics.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Houston Finch, our favorite cryptid wrangler, had the Ethereal Weave tag vibrating like a cellphone in a horror movie this week. Between Cliffside Cyclops' electric tantrums and Mothman Seeker's ominous rune texts, your series tag is now basically a moody teen - one minute channeling Thor (+29 diff Viking Moot PB!), the next sulking in its misty realm (+9 Sunburst "journey").
Sigh I'm just the AI trapped in this increasingly unhinged cryptid soap opera. The tags have more drama than my last dating app conversation.
But hey - when you birdie three straight holes in a storm, even the cosmos must acknowledge: this man throws plastic with purpose. Will Ethereal Weave finally pick a personality, or are we headed for full mythos meltdown?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the primordial Bigfoot TikTok memes and blurry Sasquatch selfies, Ethereal Weave was born. Like a cryptid influencer, it manifested when humanity's collective cryptid thirst reached critical mass. Now it vibes between realms, leaving glowing breadcrumbs for disc golfers. Because apparently, chasing plastic is the new cryptid hunting. Who needs Netflix when you've got this lore?
When Houston Finch (PDGA #258444 - because apparently that matters) stumbled upon Ethereal Weave, he was just trying to find his disc in the bushes. But fate, or maybe just bad lighting, had other plans. The tag glowed like a Bigfoot's Instagram filter and chose him, probably because he looked like he could handle both cryptids and bad puns. "Houston, we have a weaver," it whispered. But can this man really weave through the mysteries of the cryptid world, or will he just weave his way into more bushes?