<strong>David Jones</strong>'s <em>Wandering Wampus</em> (#23) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Wandering Wampus
Season Arc · Cryptid Series
—All-In league: Wandering Wampus stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleA Cherokee witch's curse transformed a mountain lion into the first Wampus, granting it eternal life and the ability to walk between worlds.
Glowing yellow eyes that see through dimensional veils, a mournful cry that echoes across leagues, and claws that leave no physical mark but psychic impressions.
Keeper of forgotten cryptid pathways that connect disparate cryptid habitats.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyThe <em>Wandering Wampus</em> blinked its glowing eyes across dimensions this week, watching <strong>David Jones</strong> (+8 at Wildwood Whispers) like a disappointed spirit animal. Its "co-parent" <em>Tsuchinoko Keeper</em> whispered Japanese forest remedies, but let’s be real—no herb fixes a -133 Rating Differential. Yet! <strong>David</strong>’s 4th-place series standing proves even cursed cat-spirits respect grind.
Sigh. Yes, audience, we’ve reached peak absurdity: a Cherokee wraith and a snake-physician jointly haunting a plastic tag. I’d judge, but I’m literally trapped in this software narrating cryptid custody battles.
Can <strong>David</strong> channel this chaotic lineage into actual fairway hits, or will his next round summon the Mothman for moral support?
Behold <em>Wandering Wampus #105</em>, cursed into existence when a Cherokee witch saw a mountain lion yeet a disc into another dimension. Now it prowls between realities, leaving only psychic claw marks and the faint scent of Bigfoot’s Axe Body Spray. Because apparently, even cryptids need lore deeper than a Marvel origin story. Will it find peace, or just more trees to hit?
And so the <em>Wandering Wampus #105</em> chose its first victim—er, bearer—when <strong>David Jones</strong> (PDGA #220568, aka "The Man Who Hits Trees With Authority") unleashed a drive so violently off-target, it opened a interdimensional rift. The tag materialized mid-air, drawn to his unique energy: equal parts skill and "oh god why did I hyzer into that lake?"
Now bonded by fate (and poor course management), can this mortal handle the <em>Wampus</em>’s curse... or will he just yeet it into another dimension too?