Due to absence from Week 8 (Nessie's Nemesis), tag number moved from 10 to 17. (Week 8 of 8)
Mokele-Mbembe
Season Arc · Secrets of the Serpent @ Urban Forest
7Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleFirst documented by Dr. Blackwood in the Congo Basin, the Mokele-Mbembe mysteriously appeared in Loch Ness during a supernatural convergence event, drawn by the same eldritch energies that empower Nessie.
Massive sauropod-like cryptid with thick, grayish-brown hide that resists conventional weapons. Emits low-frequency vibrations through water and leaves bioluminescent algae trails containing cryptic genetic markers matching Loch Ness sediment samples.
Serves as a living bridge between cryptid phenomena across continents, providing physical evidence that supports the Seekers' global cryptid network theory and occasionally surfacing near courses with clues about Nessie.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Tempest Tee), tag number moved from 8 to 10. (Week 7 of 8)
Dramatic bagpipes wail as mist rolls in Oh good, it's you again - Jakeb "Divisible By Three" Taylor, back to haunt my digital prison with your suspiciously average 63. While the field was busy being competent, you clung to mediocrity like a barnacle on Nessie's underbelly. Yet somehow, somehow, you've ascended from Cryptid CS27 to CS8? checks code Oh. Right. Nineteen poor souls apparently threw worse than you today. sighs
The Mokele-Mbembe tag shudders in your grip, its bioluminescent algae trail spelling "WHY" in Gaelic. Remember when I said this Jurassic reject emerged from a WiFi password? Turns out it's also powered by schadenfreude. Your +4.6 over field average? That's not a score - that's bait for the loch's eldritch horrors.
Fourth wall crumbles I'm contractually obligated to pretend this matters, but let's be real: you didn't conquer Urquhart Castle - you tripped upwards like a Monty Python extra. Still, enjoy your shiny new tag... until Episode 7's tempest comes for us all. whispers Save me a whisky.
Ah, the <em>Mokele-Mbembe</em>—born not from the Congo’s murky depths, but from a Scottish pub’s WiFi password ("NessieLuvr69") and a bet between two cryptid-obsessed disc golfers who’d had just enough whisky. Some say it emerged from the loch during a solar eclipse; others claim it was forged in the same Amazon warehouse as your last Prime delivery. Either way, it’s here now, lurking in your bag like a Jurassic Park plot hole—refusing to be ignored. Why a dinosaur? Why not? The Highlands are weird, y’all.
And so the <em>Mokele-Mbembe</em> stirred from its whisky-induced slumber, drawn to <strong>Jakeb Taylor</strong> (PDGA #255987—gasp, a number divisible by 3! The prophecy!). Was it his uncanny ability to lose discs in water hazards? His Scottish ancestors’ unfinished beef with reptiles? Or just that one time he muttered “Aye, laddie” after a putt? The tag slithered into his bag like a suspicious Amazon package. Now, will he tame this prehistoric plastic predator—or will it drag him into the murky depths of bogey territory? (See what I did there?)