Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
rhett baldwin
Whispering Yara-ma-yha-who
Crimson Memory-Thief of Ancient Cryptid Pathways
Hungers for Others' Memories
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
An ancient Aboriginal spirit that learned to absorb memories from its victims, becoming a living archive of cryptid history spanning millennia of hidden coexistence
Red-skinned with suction-cup fingers, leaves no footprints despite corporeal form, and possesses a mouth containing multiple rows of needle teeth for memory extraction
Functions as a living map of cryptid migration patterns, its stolen memories revealing hidden connections between seemingly isolated cryptid populations worldwide
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
rhett baldwin's Whispering Yara-ma-yha-who is having an existential crisis this week. After absorbing Mngwa Marauder's murderous vibes and Bigfoot's forest mystique, this Australian memory vampire now dreams of Tanzanian vengeance... and also maybe opening a Pacific Northwest B&B?
The cosmic horror here isn't the -133 rating diff—it's that we're pretending a piece of plastic has lore deeper than Tolkien. rhett bounced back with three birdies, which Yara will probably "absorb" as core memories.
Sigh Another week, another tag identity crisis. At this rate, we'll need a cryptid therapist by season's end.
Will rhett's next round finally give this poor tag some stability... or just add more trauma to the pile?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the Dreamtime’s WiFi dead zone, Whispering Yara-ma-yha-who emerged—a red-skinned, suction-fingered cryptid Wikipedia. Absorbed Bigfoot’s OnlyFans, Nessie’s naval secrets, and Chupacabra’s Yelp reviews. Now it lurks in your bag, judging your form like a disappointed golf dad. Why are we like this? sigh
(Yes, this is just a plastic tag. No, we’re not okay.)
The stars aligned—or more accurately, the WiFi signal glitched—when rhett baldwin (PDGA #305056, aka "The Man Who Throws Like the Wind But Scores Like a Breeze") stumbled into the Dreamtime’s dead zone. Whispering Yara-ma-yha-who took one look at his form and thought, "Finally, someone who sucks artistically." With a dramatic suction-cup finger point, it declared him its first victim—er, bearer.
Will rhett honor this cursed honor, or will his throws remain as mysterious as Bigfoot’s tax returns?