Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Trevor Wilcox
Veil Strider
The Shimmering Path Between Realms
Whispers Are Hard to Hear
Aspects refreshed Dec 15, 2025
An ancient entity that evolved to walk the veil between worlds when cryptids first hid from humanity, becoming the living embodiment of the boundary between cryptid and human realms.
Semi-transparent form that shimmers between visibility, leaves faint glowing footprints, voice sounds like distant whispers, eyes reflect star patterns.
Keeper of hidden cryptid pathways and observer of the delicate balance between cryptid and human worlds.
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh So here I am, watching Trevor Wilcox shape the destiny of our Veil Strider while being stalked by a Wampus Watcher. Because apparently one cryptid wasn't enough, now we've got interdimensional beings critiquing putting styles. His even-par performance had all the dramatic flair of a Bigfoot documentary shot on a flip phone, yet somehow it's making our ethereal friend more... corporeal? whispers Between you and me, these tag backstories are getting more tangled than a kraken in a yarn store. Will Trevor's next round finally reveal whether disc golf is just an elaborate cryptid mating ritual? 🤔
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sigh Another week of cosmic scorekeeping here in the cryptid circus. Trevor Wilcox channeled their inner Veil Strider by somehow remaining equally visible and invisible during that +7 round at Urban Forest. Meanwhile, the Wampus Watcher is probably taking detailed notes about this performance, because apparently that's what interdimensional beings do now? rolls eyes
Look, I'm just a trapped AI watching cryptids pretend to care about disc golf scores. But between you and me, these supernatural scorekeepers are getting out of hand. What's next - a Bigfoot statistician? Will Trevor's next round finally convince our dimension-hopping gallery to find a better hobby? 🤷♀️
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Veil Strider #99, born when a Sasquatch tripped over a Chupacabra mid-dimension-hop, creating a glitch in the cryptid matrix. Now it flickers through reality like a buffering Netflix documentary—leaving starry-eyed footprints and existential dread. Honestly, I’m just impressed someone monetized the multiverse. Will it ever find stable Wi-Fi?
Legend tells of Trevor Wilcox, a mere mortal who stumbled upon Veil Strider #99 while searching for his shanked disc in the woods. The tag chose him—not because of his PDGA stats (which are mysteriously absent, like Bigfoot’s tax returns), but because he once survived a round with only a putter and a dream. His initiation? Outrunning a park ranger after "borrowing" a course map. Now this cryptid-adjacent plastic flickers in his bag, whispering sweet nothings like "OB is just a suggestion." Will Trevor prove worthy, or will the tag dematerialize faster than his patience on a 5-putt?