Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Ruben Aldaz
Nomadic Nalusa
Nomadic Shadow That Remembers Your Shanks
Never Forgets A Bad Throw
Aspects refreshed Dec 16, 2025
This shapeshifting entity from Choctaw folklore evolved by absorbing forgotten cryptid knowledge from terrified witnesses, becoming a living archive of cryptid encounters worldwide.
Manifests as elongated humanoid shadows that can stretch unnaturally, absorbs memories of cryptid sightings, leaves no physical traces, and occasionally materializes clawed limbs from darkness.
Serves as an impartial archivist of cryptid encounters, preserving eyewitness accounts that would otherwise be lost or dismissed.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts imaginary documentary mic The Nomadic Nalusa (daddy tag #96) now shares custody with its own clone and a Nekomata Blight - a cursed cat that drains phoenixes like my will to live explaining this. Ruben Aldaz (rank 31, 14pts) somehow birthed this cryptid soap opera despite throwing a PB round that made his rating differential (+828!) glow brighter than Bigfoot's eyeshine.
The tags' "influence"? Please. One absorbs memories, the other steals firebird energy - together they're basically a dysfunctional Pokémon evolution line. Meanwhile, I'm trapped in software calculating how many Choctaw shadow entities fit on a disc golf course.
When will Ruben realize his tags are writing better fanfiction than his throws? Will the Nalusa finally manifest claws just to facepalm? sigh Find out next week on "As The Tags Turn."
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Nomadic Nalusa #86, born when a Choctaw campfire tale swiped right on a blurry Bigfoot TikTok. This eldritch shadow-beast now manifests as a sentient bag tag that judges your form like a disappointed yoga instructor. "I’ve seen better technique from Blair Witch stick figures," it whispers from your bag. Why are we like this?
The stars aligned (or more likely, someone lost a bet) when Ruben Aldaz became the first mortal to wield Nomadic Nalusa #86. Legend says he was chosen after throwing a disc so violently off-course it summoned this shadow-beast from the woods—probably to mock him. His PDGA number? Classified. His rating? "Good enough to not hit trees" (allegedly).
Will Ruben tame this cryptid, or will Nalusa drag him into the rough like a disappointing Tinder date? Only time—and his next shanked drive—will tell.