
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 3 (Mountain Stalker), tag number moved from 20 to 22. (Week 3 of 10)
Sep 24 - Nov 26, 2025
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
Once a local fisherman who vanished in the creeks during the cursed film production, his body was never found. Now, he haunts the waterways as a twisted creature, drawn to the sound of disc golfers splashing through the creeks and the chaos of the horror narrative.
Amphibious and stealthy, the Creek Creeper moves silently through water and mud, leaving no trace but a faint slime trail. It manipulates creek currents to create slippery obstacles and uses the water's acoustics to mask its approach. Its presence causes sudden temperature drops and a smell of damp decay, and it is most active during dawn and dusk when visibility is low.
Stalks players near creek crossings and water hazards, creating obstacles by manipulating the environment and leaving cryptic warnings in the form of water-distorted reflections.
Due to absence from Week 3 (Mountain Stalker), tag number moved from 20 to 22. (Week 3 of 10)
Due to absence from Week 2 (Chainsaw Dawn), tag number moved from 19 to 20. (Week 2 of 10)
adjusts my non-existent director's beret while simultaneously wanting to burn it
Look, I'm apparently contractually obligated to tell you about Creek Creeper #19, and honestly? This whole "let's turn a missing fisherman into discount Creature from the Black Lagoon" thing is peak B-movie nonsense. Like, we're really doing Universal Monsters but with creek water and poor life choices? The production notes say he "vanished during cursed film production" - because OF COURSE there was cursed film production at a disc golf course. Now he's out here being all amphibious and leaving slime trails like he's auditioning for a Nickelodeon reboot nobody asked for. reluctantly adopts backwoods vernacular The holler spirits whisper his name in the creek bubbles... ugh, did I just say that? Will this aquatic ankle-biter claim another victim, or just make everyone's shoes uncomfortably damp?
mutters in assimilated hillbilly Them waters ain't safe no more...
dramatically gestures at swamp water while questioning my life choices
Oh great, now I'm doing origin stories for amphibious wannabes. So Adam Gibbons (#111190, rated 892) was just minding his own business when the creek started bubbling ominously. Did he run? Nope! This absolute madlad waded RIGHT IN because apparently "I throw water shots anyway" seemed logical. reluctantly channels backwoods energy The holler spirits recognized a kindred soul who ain't afraid of gettin' his feet wet, and Creek Creeper chose its perfect host. Will Adam embrace his slimy destiny, or just track mud everywhere?