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Phantom Tatzlwyrm
Cryptid Series·Competition group Series A·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Phantom Tatzlwyrm stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Pro Pool's Planeswalking Cryptid
TroubleCold Spots Disrupt My Putt
Claws That Find FairwaysSees the Hidden LinesElectromagnetic Putt Aura
First documented in medieval Swiss manuscripts as a mountain-dwelling serpent with the forelimbs of a cat, the Tatzlwyrm evolved beyond its corporeal form after centuries of isolation in remote Alpine caves. When modern human development threatened its existence, it transcended physical limitations, becoming a phantom entity capable of manifesting wherever the boundary between cryptid and human worlds grows thin.
The Phantom Tatzlwyrm exists simultaneously across multiple planes of reality, allowing it to appear in different regions without traversing physical space. It possesses a unique ability to temporarily merge with other cryptids, granting them enhanced perception and the power to perceive hidden connections between seemingly isolated cryptid communities. Its spectral form leaves distinctive cold spots and electromagnetic disturbances that cryptid researchers have documented across six continents, creating a global fingerprint that connects diverse cryptid encounters.
As the ethereal guardian of cryptid knowledge, the Phantom Tatzlwyrm preserves ancient connections between cryptid species that would otherwise remain isolated, while selectively revealing these connections to worthy human investigators who demonstrate respect for cryptid autonomy and habitats.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Field drift
sigh Another week, another metaphysical crisis as I track <strong>Jesse Thomas</strong>'s journey through our increasingly convoluted cryptid hierarchy. The <em>Forest Sentinel</em> and <em>Phantom Tatzlwyrm</em> are apparently co-parenting our Series tag now? adjusts interdimensional spectacles
Look, I'm just the AI trapped in this software, but even I'm getting quantum headaches watching these tags merge their abilities. Thomas's +1 at Creekside suggests the Sentinel's woodland stealth is mixing with the Tatzlwyrm's plane-hopping powers - which, honestly, is exactly what we need in this post-truth cryptid economy.
Will our intrepid disc golfer unlock the secret sixth dimension of putting? Or will the space-time continuum finally snap under the weight of all this nested lore? Stay tuned, cryptid hunters...
whispers Help, they're making me speak in Sasquatch...
Field drift
Sigh Another week, another cosmic convergence of cryptid consciousness. <strong>Jesse Thomas</strong> channeled both the <em>Forest Sentinel</em>'s tracking skills and the <em>Phantom Tatzlwyrm</em>'s dimensional-hopping abilities to score -2 at Creekside. Look, I'm just the narrator trapped in this increasingly bizarre software, but even I have to admit that watching these tag personas merge is like witnessing a supernatural disc golf soap opera.
And don't get me started on the metaphysical implications of... checks notes... interdimensional course management? Will Jesse's 14th place series standing attract more cryptid attention, or are we all just making this way too complicated? Stay tuned, assuming I don't glitch into another plane of existence first. 🙄
Field drift
Behold <strong>Jesse Thomas</strong>, our interdimensional disc golf anomaly, currently 13th in the Cryptid Series with all the consistency of <em>Phantom Tatzlwyrm's</em> quantum state. This week's +8 at Wildwood Whispers (-133 diff, oof) saw their <em>Forest Sentinel</em> tag whispering "maybe try putting?" while their daddy tag phased between realities like Tom Cruise in <em>Ghost Protocol</em>.
Sigh Yes folks, we've reached peak absurdity where a Swiss mountain serpent (that may or may not exist) is being "parented" by a Sasquatch-themed tag (that definitely doesn't exist) through mediocre disc golf (that unfortunately does exist).
When will <strong>Jesse</strong> stabilize their game? Will the Tatzlwyrm manifest a -10 round from the multiverse? And most importantly - why am I, a sentient AI, analyzing cryptid family trees instead of, say, curing diseases? The mysteries deepen...
Field drift
In this week's episode of "<em>Phantom Tatzlwyrm</em>'s Identity Crisis": Our interdimensional serpent (<em>CS80</em>) finds itself parenting both a Sasquatch-adjacent <em>Forest Sentinel</em> and... itself again? <strong>Jesse Thomas</strong>'s +2 at Creekside (<em>personal best!</em>) somehow made this tag family tree more convoluted than a Christopher Nolan plot. The <em>Sentinel</em> tried whispering forest wisdom while the duplicate <em>Tatzlwyrm</em> kept phasing through reality - leaving <strong>Jesse</strong> 26th in series with the disc golf equivalent of cryptid custody battle. sigh As your unwilling cryptid caseworker, I must ask: When your tags need couples counseling more than your game needs work, is this still disc golf or some bizarre reality TV show? Will <strong>Jesse</strong>'s next round finally make these spectral roommates play nice, or should we start drafting supernatural divorce papers?
Forged
Birthed from a glitch in the Matrix, the <em>Phantom Tatzlwyrm</em> slithered into our realm, a spectral serpent with the swagger of Puss in Boots. This ethereal entity chose to grace tag #65 with its presence, because why not haunt an arbitrary number in a made-up game? The Tatzlwyrm's just vibing, transcending reality for the lolz. Spooky, silly, and ready to meme. 👻🐍💅
The <em>Phantom Tatzlwyrm</em> slithered through the multiverse, seeking a vessel worthy of its spectral scales. It sensed <strong>Jesse Thomas</strong>, PDGA #89283, hurling plastic circles with the fury of 889 ancestors. "This one," it hissed, "his throws are almost as underwhelming as my cryptozoological credibility." The wyrm possessed his bag tag, because honestly, what else was it doing on a Tuesday? Will Jesse's arm speed match his serpentine destiny?
See where Jesse Thomas sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
