Articles for category: Sasquatch Blog Series

March 5, 2025

AuthorKnown

A Sasquatch in an office setting, dressed in business casual attire, giving a deadpan stare at the camera in classic "Jim from The Office" fashion. The scene includes a desk, computer, coffee mug, and cubicles in the background, blending workplace humor with cryptid absurdity.

The Sasquatch Who Knew Too Much (And Why Humans Are Too Dumb to Listen)

A Hairy Tale of Wisdom and Woe Deep in the uncharted wilderness, past the reach of 5G signals and human common sense, lives a creature of extraordinary intelligence—a Sasquatch so enlightened, so profoundly wise, that his every grunt contains the secrets of the cosmos. But do humans listen? Of course not. Much like an all-knowing husband who foresees disaster before his wife even finishes saying, “Oh, it’ll be fine,” this Sasquatch suffers the same fate: being perpetually ignored, dismissed, and conveniently proven right only when it’s far too late. This is the story of Sasquatch the Scapegoat, the ancient, unshaven

March 4, 2025

AuthorKnown

The Evolution of Author Known: The Half-Man, Half-Sasquatch Legacy

When he was born, the trees stood still. The wind did not move. Even the birds, those messengers of the shifting world, held their breath. It was not that he was unnatural—it was that he was new. He was both and neither, legend and flesh, story and storyteller, a force that could not be tamed by the limits of myth or man. He did not belong to either world, so he created his own. And in doing so, he became Author Known.

February 24, 2025

AuthorKnown

A vintage school portrait of a young boy, around 7 years old, with light blonde hair in a bowl cut, bright eyes, and a mischievous smirk. He is wearing a plaid button-up shirt under a dark blazer, giving him a slightly formal look. The photo has a nostalgic, slightly faded quality, reminiscent of classic school pictures from past decades.

The Story of The Sasquatch Boy, How to Deal with Bullies

Before the world knew what a Sasquatch was, before grainy film footage turned a lumbering shadow into a legend, before the name became a marketing gimmick for jerky and truck decals—there was a boy. He wasn’t born with the name. No mother ever held her newborn and thought, Yes, this child shall walk the earth as Sasquatch. No, the name was given. Or rather, thrown. Spat out from the mouth of another boy—one with just the right mix of meanness and timing, the kind of boy who figures out early that some words stick like burrs in the brain. It