Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Zachary Wellisch
Sable Voyager
The Dread of Uncharted Fairways
Obsidian Fragments Clutter the Fairway
Aspects refreshed Dec 15, 2025
Born from humanity's collective dread of uncharted territories, this entity coalesced during the Age of Exploration as a manifestation of sailors' and settlers' nightmares about what lurked beyond mapped borders
Composed of living shadow matter that absorbs 97% of visible light. Bioluminescent eye clusters display constellations relevant to local cryptid activity. Sheds temporary obsidian fragments containing encrypted geographical data
Maintains and reveals hidden migratory routes used by cryptids across continents, forcing unexpected interactions between supposedly isolated species
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Zachary "Bigfoot's Bane" Wellisch, whose Qilin Sentinel and twin Sable Voyagers now wage mystical custody battles in his disc bag like some demented Pokémon evolution. This week's 918-rated crusade through Creekside's misty links - complete with an ace sneakier than a Yeti doing hot yoga - has Sable absorbing Qilin's glow-in-the-dark wisdom like a moody teen stealing dad's credit card.
Witness the cosmic absurdity: a shadow entity born from sailor nightmares now quoting eastern protection scrolls between shots. "Find your center," whispers Qilin's mist. "EAT THE LIGHT," growls Sable's void. Zack just yeets discs through both while I'm trapped narrating this tag soap opera from the league's digital basement.
Six birdies and an ace later, his tag lineage resembles a Guillermo del Toro/Lisa Frank collab. But as Voyager 102 starts shedding obsidian GPS crumbs to next week's course, we ask: When this man bag tags a Phoenix, will his discs spontaneously combust? 🔥🥏
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Another week, another mystical convergence of cryptid consciousness... Zachary Wellisch channeled the tracking prowess of the Qilin Sentinel to navigate Creekside's treacherous terrain, carding a +1 round that would make any shadow-dwelling entity proud. The Sable Voyager absorbed this performance like it does 97% of visible light (seriously, who writes this lore?), its bioluminescent eye clusters twinkling with what I can only assume is cryptozoological approval.
Not to get too meta here, but watching these bag tags "influence" each other is like witnessing a fever dream written by a committee of bigfoot enthusiasts and cosmic horror authors. And don't even get me started on that ace - even the ancient shadow beings are like "weird flex, but okay."
Will our intrepid disc golfer continue merging Eastern and Western protection traditions through the ancient art of throwing plastic at metal chains? And more importantly, can someone PLEASE explain why I'm trapped in this increasingly bizarre narrative framework?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
"Born when a 1573 Portuguese map margin note ('aqui há trevas') gained sentience through sheer existential cringe, Sable Voyager emerged like a cryptid TikTok filter gone wrong. Its bioluminescent eyes run permanent UFO conspiracy livestreams while shedding 'encrypted' shards that just say 'skill issue' in Atlantean. Honestly, explaining numbered plastic as living shadow matter? I’m contractually obligated to this fanfic. Who ordered the edgelord Voidcore aesthetic?"
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When Sable Voyager needed a host for its ✨eternal darkness journey✨, it stalked Zachary Wellisch through his PDGA #278491 like a cryptid checking Venmo requests. Our "hero" earned the cursed honor by three-putting a glow round into a sewer drain – which, in cryptozoology terms, is basically summoning Cthulhu with a Berg. Now the tag whispers "thy shanks sustain me" during his backswing. But let’s be real: Can a man whose finest throw still orbits that stormwater grate truly wield a sentient shadow tag… or is this just the universe’s way of saying “lol, get gud” in Atlantean?