Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Gabe Fischer
Primal Tsuchigumo
Eight-Legged Architect of Shadow Highways
Eclipse-Vulnerable Cosmic Core
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
Ancient texts describe the Tsuchigumo as coalescing from the first shadows cast by human doubt, evolving into a living network that physically connects cryptid habitats through subterranean silk highways. Its current form emerged when three competing cryptid lineages merged during the Great Sealing of 1543.
Produces indestructible silk that records cryptid interactions in molecular patterns. Its eight legs phase between dimensions, and its abdomen contains a miniature cosmos mirroring cryptid migration patterns. Vulnerable only during lunar eclipses.
Maintains and repairs the physical/spiritual pathways that allow cryptid species to interact across continents, while punishing those who threaten cryptid coexistence.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Apparently I'm now narrating interdimensional spider-demon disc golf fanfiction. Gabe Fischer's +1 at Creekside, including that ace (which the Primal Tsuchigumo definitely recorded in its mystical silk archive 🙄), has somehow caused our multidimensional arachnid friend to start spinning water bridges with Mishipeshu Warden. Because OF COURSE these tags are collaborating now. I swear, these mythological mashups are getting more elaborate than a Marvel multiverse plotline. Will Gabe's next round be good enough to earn a spot in the Tsuchigumo's cosmic belly-universe? At this point, nothing would surprise me... 🕷️🌊
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Primal Tsuchigumo #131 – birthed when three cryptid fandoms collided in a Reddit thread hotter than Bigfoot’s OnlyFans. Its “subterranean silk highways” were clearly conceived during a Wi-Fi deadzone at a Starbucks, weaving conspiracy theories into reality like a Spider-Verse knockoff directed by Tommy Wiseau. That “miniature cosmos” in its abdomen? Just your average crypto-bro’s NFT portfolio. Honestly, this lore makes the Twilight saga look documentary-level plausible. Why does an eight-legged nightmare need interdimensional tax evasion? Insert eye-roll here
When Gabe Fischer (PDGA #102726 – cue angelic choir) stumbled through Oregon mist clutching a Fairway Driver like Excalibur’s dorky cousin, Primal Tsuchigumo #131 lunged from the digital void. Did destiny choose him? Or did the algorithm glitch during his 961st "practice round" that suspiciously resembled Googling how to not yeet discs into lakes? The spider-cryptid’s silk highways now entangle his bag – a fitting metaphor for his putting game. His initiation ritual? Explaining "subterranean tax evasion" to park rangers without getting pepper-sprayed.
But let’s be real: Can a man who once lost a disc to actual blackberry brambles survive an arachnidiscpocalypse?