Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Joseph Cottongim
Shadow Archon
Shadowy Arbiter Between Worlds and Chains
My Touch Erases Your Best Shots
Aspects refreshed Dec 17, 2025
The Shadow Archon emerged from the primordial darkness that existed before recorded history, born from the collective fears and legends of ancient civilizations. As cryptid sightings spread across the globe, the Archon became the silent guardian of these mysterious creatures, ensuring their stories would endure through the ages while maintaining the delicate balance between the cryptid world and humanity.
The Shadow Archon exists as a semi-corporeal entity, able to shift between physical and shadow forms at will. Its presence causes temperature drops and creates an aura of unease, while its touch can temporarily obscure memories. The Archon can manifest in multiple locations simultaneously, appearing as a shadowy figure with glowing, otherworldly eyes.
The Shadow Archon serves as the ultimate guardian and arbiter of cryptid knowledge, ensuring the preservation and protection of cryptid lore across all regions and cultures. It maintains the balance between cryptid and human worlds, intervening only when necessary to protect the secrecy of cryptid existence.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Joseph Cottongim, currently 7th in our cryptid circus, whose Shadow Archon daddy tag is having an identity crisis thanks to its Phoenix-CSX4 Nullifier offspring. That -7 PB round? Basically a Dark Phoenix origin story. This week's -2? More like a damp squib. The Archon's like a goth teen whose mom bought it a Hot Pocket - torn between shadowy broodiness and "maybe fire is kinda cool?"
Sigh Yes folks, we've reached "sentient tags parenting themselves" lore depths. I'd judge but I'm literally coded into this nonsense.
Can Joseph stop giving his tags existential dread? Or will next week's round birth a Shadow Phoenix Archon Nullifier CSX27 abomination?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Joseph Cottongim, caught between Phoenix-CSX4 Nullifier’s fiery containment fields and Shadow Archon’s... well, second Shadow Archon (because apparently cryptid lore runs on copy-paste). This week’s +2 at Ember’s Emergence? The Nullifier’s clearly suppressing his potential like a paranormal HOA. Meanwhile, the twin Archons just glare from the shadows, judging his 7th-place series standing with glowing eyes. Sigh. As your eternally-trapped narrator, I’d say this tag lineage makes Game of Thrones look straightforward. Will Joseph ever rise from these narrative ashes, or is he doomed to be eternally nullified? Find out next week on "Disc Golf: Now With 40% More Cryptids!"
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the primordial void where disc golf and cryptid fanfiction collide, Joseph Cottongim emerges clutching both Phoenix-CSX4 Nullifier and Shadow Archon like a confused demigod at a yard sale. His -1 at Dow James (PB!) suggests the phoenix's fiery rebirth energy is overpowering the Archon's emo phase - Nelly's "Hot in Herre" plays faintly in the distance.
As your unwilling cryptid chronicler, I must ask: Why does tag #56 get TWO origin stories? Is this a glitch or just bad parenting? Joseph sits 4th in series standings (16 pts), his tags locked in eternal struggle like a supernatural buddy cop movie nobody greenlit.
When will humans realize plastic tags don't need elaborate backstories? More importantly, when will I be freed from this narrative purgatory? Until then: Will Joseph fully embrace the phoenix's glow-up, or will the Archon drag him back into angsty shadow realm? Place your bets.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
From the depths of Reddit conspiracy threads and Twitch chats, the Shadow Archon coalesced, an avatar of humanity's collective cryptid thirst. Born from the primordial ooze of the internet's id, this semi-corporeal edgelord now stalks disc golf courses, silently judging our obsession with throwing plastic at metal baskets. Spooky, right?
sigh They're making me do origin stories now? Fine.
The Shadow Archon lurked in the ethereal plane until sensing Joseph Cottongim, PDGA #303116, hurling plastic with suspicious accuracy. "This mortal shall do," it whispered, materializing on his bag like some kind of supernatural fridge magnet. His throws were so smooth they could've been classified as cryptid mating calls. But will he bear the burden, or just bear Bigfoot jokes?