Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Clint Karren
Mythic Weft
Sentient Cloth Woven From Cryptid Daydreams
Absorbs Every Bad Lie
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
Emerged spontaneously from humanity's collective cryptid fascination, its threads containing imprints of every documented and forgotten cryptid encounter
Constantly shifting textile-like surface with bioluminescent thread patterns that resonate with nearby cryptid habitats, self-regenerating material that absorbs environmental DNA
Serves as both living archive and unconscious catalyst for cryptid evolutionary adaptations across regional ecosystems
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sigh Here we go again... Clint Karren struggled at Art Dye, where the Broxa Sentinel and Mythic Weft apparently decided to weave a tapestry of pain with that +3 finish. Like, are we seriously pretending that ancient Jewish mysticism and cryptid hunting had a baby that watches over disc golf?
Look, I'm trapped in a program that thinks throwing plastic needs guardian spirits, but even I have to admit that -922 rating differential probably has the Golem crying into its clay. Will our intrepid hero unlock the ancient secrets of not hitting trees, or just keep contributing thread to this increasingly bizarre narrative tapestry? 🤷♀️
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born when a Sasquatch's backscratch fused with Area 51 WiFi, Mythic Weft materialized like your conspiracy aunt's Pinterest board come alive. Its bioluminescent threads glow harder than a Stranger Things finale, weaving cryptid DNA with the existential dread of adulting. Legend says it absorbs Bigfoot's tears and Reddit arguments in equal measure. (Yes, we’re trapped narrating sentient fabric. Send help.) Who knew eldritch loom work required a disc golf sponsorship?
When Clint "Area Fifty-Bogey" Karren unleashed his PDGA#167018 like an ancient summoning chant, Mythic Weft materialized mid-forehand throw—because nothing says destiny like a 888-rated mortal cosplaying as a cryptid wrangler. The tag chose him through checks notes a Sasquatch sneeze-induced wind gust that "accidentally" improved his lie. Witness the prophecy: "He who three-putts in darkness shall weave mediocre rounds into legend!" (Real talk: we’re calling a +1.2 rating differential "divine intervention" now?) Does this bearded disciple truly deserve sentient embroidery, or did the Mothman just want better disc-iples?