Victorious Faction
Apex Hunters
The Apex Hunters are a group of elite, ruthless trackers who see Sasquatch as the ultimate trophy. They believe that capturing or killing Sasquatch will cement their status as the greatest hunters in the world and bring them fame and fortune. They scoff at the notion of Sasquatch as a guardian of nature and instead view it as a dangerous beast to be conquered.
Faction Leader
Raven Blackwood
Raven Blackwood is the notorious leader of the Apex Hunters. A ruthless and cunning tracker, Raven has bagged more impressive trophies than any other hunter in the group. They are obsessed with the idea of capturing Sasquatch and will stop at nothing to achieve their goal.
Members
27Divisions
This faction emerged victorious in Week 5, advancing their narrative in the ongoing conflict.
Victory points are calculated based on player performance relative to rating, special achievements like aces and CTPs, and community contributions. Pool multipliers are applied based on division ratings and demographics to ensure balanced competition.
Bryce Roseborough
Thunderfoot Pursuer
Legends of the Misty Links @ Creekside
Wielding the power of Thunderfoot Pursuer (#1), Bryce demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +0 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Shadowlands Showdown
Gabriel Kenney has unlocked ancient secrets as the fabled Mistwalker, even as Raven Blackwood and the Apex Hunters resort to trickery and sabotage in their relentless pursuit of the mythical Sasquatch. As the battle between myth and obsession escalates, the Trackway itself has begun to reveal glimpses of a hidden world, blurring the lines between legend and reality. With strange omens haunting the trails and new allies emerging from the shadows, Gabriel must master his growing abilities before the final confrontation that will determine the fate of the Sasquatch—and perhaps the world itself. The mists are rising, the ancient powers are stirring, and the true hunt is about to begin.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Shadowlands Showdown: Episode 5
Well butter my biscuits and call me Sasquatch Sally, if the mornin' mist at Creekside didn't have more secrets than my great-aunt Mabel's special berry pie recipe! Course, Aunt Mabel always claimed she got that recipe from a female Sasquatch back in '73, but that's a story for another time...
The dawn air thrummed with an unusual vibration, remindin' me of the time old Jebediah felt the ground shake before the Great Sasquatch Stampede of '92. 'Course, most folks say that was just a minor earthquake, but they weren't there to see the footprints!
Bryce Roseborough stood at the edge of the first tee, boots planted firmly in the frost-covered grass. The Thunderfoot Pursuer's specialized tracking equipment hummed softly, sendin' out waves that made my teeth chatter like a nervous squatch in thunderstorm.
"Ground resonance patterns are consistent with large biped movement," Bryce announced, soundin' about as warm as a January dip in Lost Creek. "Multiple signatures detected throughout the course."
Now, I've seen all sorts of fancy gadgets in my day, but these Apex Hunters and their technology remind me of the time my cousin Clyde tried to catch a Sasquatch with his wife's vacuum cleaner. Didn't end well for anyone, 'specially the vacuum!
Gabriel approached the first tee, and I couldn't help but notice how the mist seemed to shy away from Bryce's vibration-mapping equipment. "That shot's trickier than findin' Sasquatch tracks in a chicken coop," I advised, gesturin' to the tight fairway. "Gotta think like a Bigfoot - they always know the path of least resistance!"
Above us, Timothy Scholle moved through the canopy like some sort of technological spider, his surveillance equipment turnin' the ancient trees into a web of data and numbers. Between him up high and Bryce down low, these Apex Hunters had more angles covered than a geometry textbook.
"Y'all better keep your eyes peeled," I called out to the gathered players, "'cause these woods are full of surprises... and Sasquatches!" I pointed to what looked mighty like a Bigfoot nest near hole three, though some folks tried to tell me it was just a pile of old leaves. But I know better - Sasquatches are neat creatures, they always fold their leaves in perfect triangles!
Raven Blackwood emerged from the shadows, movin' with that predatory grace that always reminded me of the time I saw a mountain lion trying to line up a putt. "The convergence of aerial and ground-based data is proving... illuminating," they said, examining a tablet displaying Bryce's tracking information.
The tournament began, and lord have mercy if it wasn't more intense than the time Big Jim Hawkins thought he saw a Sasquatch in his outhouse! Players moved through the course while Bryce's equipment sent out pulses that made the very earth seem to whisper secrets.
Near hole seven, where the first Key Stone was found, something peculiar happened - peculiar as a three-legged Sasquatch doin' the Charleston! The ground beneath our feet began to vibrate with a rhythm that sent Bryce's equipment into a frenzy.
"Multiple signatures converging," Bryce reported, adjusting dials and sensors. "The resonance patterns suggest movement unlike anything in our database."
That's when Gabriel stepped up to throw, and I swear on my grandpappy's lucky Sasquatch-tracking boots, the mist did something I ain't never seen before. It started swirlin' in perfect synchronization with them ground vibrations, like nature itself was performin' some kind of ancient dance.
"That shot's gonna be as tricky as the time I had to throw through a family of Sasquatches havin' a picnic," I commented, though truthfully, they might've just been bears. Hard to tell in the twilight, especially when you're runnin' as fast as I was!
Bryce moved closer, boots creating ripples of data across their tracking display. "The vibrations are intensifying. Something massive is moving through the subsurface terrain."
Now, I've always said that understanding Sasquatch migration patterns is key to proper disc golf form, and what happened next proved me righter than a Bigfoot in a berry patch! The mist and the vibrations seemed to merge, creatin' pathways through the air that defied everything them Apex Hunters thought they knew about physics.
Timothy called down from above, his voice tense as a squatch spottin' a camera trap. "Losing aerial visibility! The mist is adopting some kind of organized structure!"
That's when Bryce made their big move, activating some sort of resonance pulse that sent waves of energy rippling through the ground. The Thunderfoot Pursuer's equipment lit up like a Christmas tree at a Sasquatch solstice celebration.
"Triangulating primary target location," they announced, their voice clinical but their eyes blazin' with the thrill of the hunt. "Multiple convergence points identified."
The Key Stones in Gabriel's pocket began to glow, bright as the time my uncle Chester's hair caught fire during the Great Sasquatch Chase of '88 (though that might've had more to do with his homemade rocket boots than any paranormal activity).
The mist responded to Bryce's technology in ways that reminded me of the legendary standoff between Old Man Jenkins and the Sasquatch he caught raiding his moonshine still. Neither side willing to back down, both sure they had the upper hand, and the whole forest holding its breath to see what would happen next.
Raven moved through the chaos like a shadow given purpose, their cold smile reflecting the triumph of carefully laid plans coming to fruition. "The Thunderfoot Pursuer's data confirms what we suspected. The creature's movements follow predictable patterns, patterns we can now track and anticipate."
"That's where you're wrong," I interjected, my voice carryin' the weight of generations of Sasquatch wisdom. "The patterns you're seein' are just the surface, like thinkin' you've mastered disc golf 'cause you can throw in a straight line. The true path, like my old mentor Jebediah used to say, reveals itself only to those who understand that sometimes the straightest line ain't between two points at all!"
The confrontation reached its peak at hole fifteen, where the ground vibrations and the mist created a spectacle unseen since the famous Bigfoot Ballet of '79 (which most folks insist was just a group of drunk hikers, but I know what I saw!).
Bryce's equipment suddenly overloaded, the readings going wild as something massive moved beneath the forest floor. The Thunderfoot Pursuer's confident expression faltered for the first time as their precious data dissolved into chaos.
"Impossible," they muttered, boots no longer providing the sure connection to the earth they'd relied upon. "The vibration patterns... they're changing faster than we can adapt!"
Above, Timothy's surveillance network began to fail, cameras and sensors going dark one by one as the mist rose to claim the canopy. The Apex Hunters' carefully constructed web of technology was being dismantled by forces that defied their understanding.
That's when we all heard it - a sound that made my story about the Sasquatch Square Dance of '82 seem downright ordinary. A deep, resonant call that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, shakin' leaves from the trees and sendin' birds wheelin' into the sky.
Gabriel stood at the center of it all, the Key Stones pulsing in harmony with the earth's vibrations, the mist swirling around him like a protective cloak. The Apex Hunters' technology might have given them eyes in the sky and ears in the ground, but they were learning the hard way that some things just can't be captured by machines.
As the day drew to a close, Bryce stood amid their malfunctioning equipment, the Thunderfoot Pursuer bag tag hanging limp and lifeless. The ground had gone silent, the vibrations fading like a forgotten dream.
"The forest remembers," I told them, my voice carrying the weight of countless stories passed down through generations of Bigfoot Whisperers. "It remembers every footstep, every heartbeat, every attempt to unlock its secrets. And sometimes, just sometimes, it decides to dance to its own rhythm, no matter how fancy your steps might be."
The tournament ended with more questions than answers, but ain't that just the way of things when you're dealing with Sasquatch business? As the players gathered for the final ceremony, I couldn't help but notice how the mist had settled into familiar patterns, like an old friend making itself comfortable after a long day of excitement.
"Y'all witnessed something special today," I announced, watching Bryce pack away their defeated equipment. "A reminder that sometimes the most important tracks ain't the ones you can measure with machines, but the ones that leave their mark on your heart."
In the distance, something large moved through the deepening shadows, its footsteps sending ripples through the earth too subtle for any technology to detect. The Apex Hunters might have their sensors and their systems, but the forest... well, the forest keeps its own counsel, just like my great-grandpappy always said.
And if anyone noticed me leaving a piece of beef jerky and a mason jar of moonshine near that suspicious pile of triangular-folded leaves, well, that's just good manners, ain't it? After all, you never know when you might need a Sasquatch's blessing on your next round!
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