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Wandering Almasty
Cryptid Series·Competition group Series B·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: Wandering Almasty stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Living Map to Every Cryptid's Doorstep
TroubleCan't Remember Where I Parked
Aged Like a Fine BogLeathery Hide, Tough LieThe Original Bag Tag Collector
The Wandering Almasty emerged when a solitary Almasty discovered a network of forgotten underground caves containing prehistoric paintings depicting migration routes used by ancient cryptids before human civilization arose. After drinking from a mysterious subterranean spring within these caves, it gained the ancestral memories of all cryptid migrations throughout history, compelling it to wander eternally between cryptid territories, documenting their evolution and preserving their interconnected histories.
The Wandering Almasty can traverse physical barriers between cryptid territories by following ancient migration routes that remain invisible to human perception. It possesses perfect recall of all cryptid encounters throughout history, allowing it to recognize patterns and connections between seemingly unrelated cryptid species. It carries a collection of small artifacts gathered from various cryptid domains that serve as both mnemonic devices and physical proof of its extensive travels. Due to its consumption of the mysterious spring water, it ages extremely slowly, allowing it to witness cryptid evolution across centuries.
The Wandering Almasty serves as the living archive of cryptid knowledge, preserving their histories and facilitating communication between isolated cryptid species while maintaining a comprehensive mental map of all cryptid territories and migration patterns worldwide.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Field drift
Behold, mortals: <strong>Josh Aram</strong> has awakened <em>Wandering Almasty</em> from its millennia-long slumber with a -12 bogey-free massacre at Whispering Woods. The <em>Dobhar Discoverer</em> (aquatic tryhard) and <em>Almasty</em> (chill wanderer) are now locked in a custody battle over daddy tag's soul.
Record scratch Yes, we're seriously treating plastic tags like divorced parents. Josh's third straight PB (+109 diff!) has <em>Wandering Almasty</em> doing TikTok dances in Neolithic caves.
Fourth wall? Obliterated. This lore makes Lost look straightforward. Will Josh's hot streak finally get this cryptid a verified blue checkmark? Only the forest spirits (and UDisc) know.
Field drift
The <em>Wandering Almasty</em> blinked its ancient eyes as <strong>Josh Aram</strong> dragged its furry carcass through yet another aquatic misadventure. "Why must you bond me with this <em>Dobhar Discoverer</em>?" it grumbled, shaking loch water from its fur after Josh's +3 at Devil's Cairn. Sure, two bounce-back birdies proved this Yeti still rules the division, but at what cost? Now I'm trapped mediating between a water-obsessed Irish cryptid and a grumpy historian who just wants to document disc golf in peace.
Honestly, watching land mammals hurl plastic at trees while pretending to be cryptid whisperers? Peak evolution.
Will Josh's next round finally make <em>Wandering Almasty</em> snap and start leaving passive-aggressive cave paintings about OB rules?
Forged
record scratch So, get this - the Wandering Almasty was just vibing in some sketchy caves, right? Downed a mystery drink, and BAM! Suddenly, it's like the Wikipedia of cryptids up in here. Now it's doomed to wander for eternity, documenting all the tea. Because THAT makes sense. What is this, National Treasure meets Ancient Aliens? Anywho, that's the gospel truth... according to this tag. Allegedly. 🙄
The <em>Wandering Almasty</em> lurked in the shadows, scanning the field for a worthy vessel. Suddenly, it spotted <strong>Josh Aram</strong>, PDGA #298586, hurling plastic with the grace of a drunken yeti. "This one," it whispered, "this 818-rated mortal shall be my disc-ciple." The tag leapt through space-time, attaching itself to Josh's bag like some sort of paranormal parasite. But will he survive the Almasty's cryptid curse? Or just its terrible foot odor?
See where Josh Aram sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
