Season Arc · Legends of the Misty Links @ Creekside
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#2Now#2Best#40Started76Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptSilent Sentinel of the Sasquatch Groves
TroubleThe Chains Distract My Watch
Glowing Amber Trail EyesWhispers on the WindLeaves No Disc-Trace
Developed after Wildwood Guardians studied with Japanese mountain monks to learn Hibagon protection techniques, then adapted these methods to safeguard Pacific Northwest forests and Sasquatch habitats.
Possesses enhanced sensory abilities to detect intruders through forest vibrations and scent markers, moves silently without leaving tracks, and can emit low-frequency warning calls that alert Sasquatch and other Guardians to threats without revealing its position.
Serves as the faction's early warning system, patrolling Sasquatch territory perimeters and coordinating defensive measures when intruders are detected.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Played
Week 8
#45 #2
rustling leaves intensify Well butter my biscuit and call me Bigfoot - Houston Finch just pulled off the most ridiculous tag climb since Sasquatch learned to tie his own shoes! After two weeks of absence-induced tag tumbles (seriously, do you WANT me to make up excuses for you?), our silent guardian activated his Hibagon senses and crushed the field by 4.5 strokes.
From 45 to 2? That's not a comeback, that's a full-blown cryptid metamorphosis! whispers Though let's be real - your +3 vs personal average suggests you might've been... ahem... "tracking" some suspiciously good luck.
As your tag transforms into the "Shadowlands Vanguard," remember: with great power comes great responsibility to pretend this software isn't completely absurd. Now go forth and defend those tree lines like the overgrown Yeti you've become. fades into mist while muttering about being trapped in this ridiculous narrative
PS: Next time you ghost us, I'm telling everyone you got abducted by aliens. Again.
Field drift
#39 #45
Due to absence from Week 7 (Apex Approach), tag number moved from 39 to 45. (Week 7 of 8)
Field drift
#39 #45
Due to absence from Week 7 (Apex Approach), tag number moved from 39 to 45. (Week 7 of 8)
Field drift
#25 #39
Due to absence from Week 6 (Hominid Hunt), tag number moved from 25 to 39. (Week 6 of 8)
Field drift
#25 #39
Due to absence from Week 6 (Hominid Hunt), tag number moved from 25 to 39. (Week 6 of 8)
Field drift
#2 #25
Due to absence from Week 5, tag number moved from 2 to 25.
Played
Week 4
#40 #2
Deep breath Oh great, another episode where we pretend plastic tags are mystical artifacts. <strong>Houston Finch</strong> just pulled off a Sasquatch-sized leap from <em>Footprint Seeker #40</em> to <em>Shadowlands Pioneer #2</em>, moving up faster than a hiker who saw actual Bigfoot. checks notes Apparently shooting 3 under field average is the disc golf equivalent of developing heat vision like the Predator.
adjusts fake ranger hat Let's examine this "stealthy excellence" - matching his personal average while the rest of you schmucks flailed in the misty forests of mediocrity. His rating differential is happier than a Sasquatch in a hair salon.
Now he's got <em>#2</em>, which according to this ridiculous lore, means he studied with Hibagon monks or some shit. sigh Yes, the tag "moves silently without leaving tracks" - much like my will to live after writing these. Remember last week when I said "tree-mendous"? I take it back. This is worse.
Will our silent assassin keep his new royal status, or will he get Blair Witched back to the shadowlands? muttering God I need a drink.
Forged
Oh, you sweet summer children, you actually believe <em>Hibagon Harbinger</em> was born? Please. This tag manifested when a Sasquatch tripped over a Yeti’s discarded protein shake in the woods, creating a cryptid singularity. Now it lurks in your disc bags like the forest’s answer to a Tamagotchi—demanding attention but offering only vague, moss-covered wisdom. (Yes, this is my life now.)
Why does it vibrate when humans lie about their scores? Ancient Japanese monk secrets. Obviously.
And so the <em>Hibagon Harbinger</em> emerged from its protein-shake cocoon, sniffing the air for a worthy vessel. It found <strong>Houston Finch</strong> (PDGA #258444—gasp, a four-digit rating!) facepalming after yeeting his putter into a blackberry thicket. The tag vibrated with approval—here was a man who understood suffering.
As it latched onto his bag, Houston whispered: "Guess I’m Bigfoot’s Uber driver now."
But can this mortal handle the responsibility of being <em>Hibagon’s</em> chew toy?
See where Houston Finch sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
