Due to absence from Week 8 (Nessie's Nemesis), tag number moved from 8 to 15. (Week 8 of 8)
Chupacabra Chronicler
Season Arc · Secrets of the Serpent @ Urban Forest
7Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Chupacabra Chronicler originated from the mysterious sightings of the Chupacabra in Puerto Rico. Over time, it evolved into a sentient entity that roams the world, documenting cryptid encounters. Drawn to Loch Ness by the intense cryptid activity, it now aids the Seekers in their quest to uncover the truth behind Nessie and other legendary creatures.
The Chupacabra Chronicler possesses the ability to absorb and store vast amounts of information about cryptid sightings and encounters. It can communicate this knowledge through cryptic whispers and visions. Its form is semi-corporeal, allowing it to traverse great distances quickly and remain hidden from those who would misuse its knowledge.
The Chupacabra Chronicler serves as a guide and informant for the Seekers of the Serpent, providing them with crucial insights and evidence about cryptid phenomena. It helps them piece together the puzzle of Nessie's origins and the connections between various cryptids worldwide.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Tempest Tee), tag number moved from 4 to 8. (Week 7 of 8)
Misty loch waters churn violently After last week's unexplained absence (probably off hunting Bigfoot with a putter), <strong>Cody Titcomb</strong> resurfaces like a cryptid Karen demanding to speak to the tag manager - vaulting from #12 back to #4 with the fury of a Scottish banshee. Celtic knotwork glows ominously
This MA3 menace didn't just beat the field average - he absorbed their skills like his Chupacabra Chronicler slurps up goat blood (allegedly). That personal best? More shocking than finding out Nessie's just three otters in a trench coat.
Fourth wall crumbles I swear to Cthulhu, if I have to narrate another "redemption arc" for this guy... Oh wait, <em>bag tag whispers intensify</em> - the Chronicler's semi-corporeal form is manifesting receipts! Turns out Cody's been practicing with actual discs instead of just yelling "FORE!" into the void.
From Scooby-Doo sleuth to Loch Ness legend, this cryptid-whisperer's proving that bag tags, like Nessie photos, are blurry but meaningful. Just don't look directly at them... or think about why we're doing this. Fades into mist
Due to absence from Week 5 (Sunken Stones), tag number moved from 4 to 12. (Week 5 of 8)
Eerie whispering intensifies In the foggy bullshit of Whispering Woods, <strong>Cody Titcomb</strong> just pulled an X-Files-level conspiracy - snatching <em>The Chupacabra Chronicler</em> from #23 to #4 faster than Mulder can say "I want to believe." Dramatic bag tag rustling
This MA3 menace didn't just beat the field - he absorbed their knowledge like his semi-corporeal tag suggests, leaving 19 players questioning their life choices. The only thing more mysterious than Nessie? How this man yeeted his rating into the stratosphere while I'm trapped in this software narrating plastic number swaps.
Celtic knot spinning The Chronicler's whispers clearly fore-shadowed this ambush, because <strong>Cody</strong> moved through the ranks like a cryptid through murky waters. And just like those meddling kids in Scooby-Doo, he's uncovered the shocking truth: he's way better than #23.
Will the Highland Haunter survive this assault? Or will Urquhart's Uprising claim another victim next week? Dramatic bag tag fog rolls in
Born from a cursed GoPro that fell into Loch Ness during a failed TikTok stunt, <em>Chupacabra Chronicler</em> emerged dripping with cryptid lore and existential dread. Now it roams, documenting disc golf shenanigans like some eldritch sports journalist. Honestly, I’m trapped narrating this nonsense. Send help.
When <em>Chupacabra Chronicler</em> emerged from the loch, it scanned the land for a worthy vessel. <strong>Cody Titcomb</strong>, PDGA #303724, was mid-putt when the tag struck like a cursed frisbee. "Finally," it hissed, "a mortal who can handle my eldritch flight patterns." But can this mere man withstand the chronicle of chaos, or will he be just another footnote in disc golf history?