Due to absence from Week 8 (Nessie's Nemesis), tag number moved from 28 to 32. (Week 8 of 8)
Bunyip Bibliophile
Season Arc · Secrets of the Serpent @ Urban Forest
4Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleOriginally a Bunyip from Australia's billabongs, this creature became fascinated with human accounts of cryptid sightings after discovering a sunken ship's library. Over centuries, it collected every scrap of cryptid documentation it could find, eventually traveling to Loch Ness when it detected a convergence of supernatural energies.
Possesses an eidetic memory for cryptid accounts and can sense new documentation entering the loch. Secretes preservative mucus to protect its collection. Can briefly take humanoid form to interact with researchers. Emits a low, bookish hum when excited by new discoveries.
Serves as the Seekers' living research library, surfacing to share crucial documents that support their theories about Nessie's connections to other cryptids while hoarding dangerous secrets in its submerged archive.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Tempest Tee), tag number moved from 28 to 28. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Urquhart's Uprising), tag number moved from 26 to 28. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Sunken Stones), tag number moved from 25 to 26. (Week 5 of 8)
Origin Story of <em>Bunyip Bibliophile</em>:
Born from a soggy copy of Cryptid Weekly left in an Aussie billabong, this tag evolved when a Bunyip binge-read every Nessie conspiracy thread like a cryptid Redditor. Now it lurks in the loch, whispering "The truth is out there... but first, let me check Goodreads."
Yes, we’re giving sentience to a piece of plastic. No, I’m not getting paid enough for this.
And so the <em>Bunyip Bibliophile</em> emerged from its soggy cryptid forums, scanning the mortal realm for a worthy bearer. It found <strong>Kevin Dennis</strong> (PDGA #209234—gasp, a number so prime it made mathematicians weep). Was it his uncanny ability to lose discs in water hazards? His novel approach to tree kicks? Or simply that he looked like a guy who’d appreciate a good "Nessie or Nice Try" pun? The tag slithered into his bag, whispering, "Prove you’re more than a footnote in disc golf history." But seriously, Kevin—can you handle a sentient piece of plastic judging your form?