Cryptid Series
Mar 03 - Apr 27, 2025
Current Holder
Matthew Colemere
Luminous Manaia
Bioluminescent Cryptid Diplomat with a Fade
Split Loyalties Split My Form
Aspects refreshed Dec 15, 2025
Manifested when ancient Maori manaia carvings absorbed the primal energies of first-contact cryptid encounters, becoming a living bridge between cultures and creatures.
Bioluminescent skin patterns that shift with cryptid activity, ability to phase between solid and mist forms when crossing boundaries, and a voice that carries equally across water and land.
Mediates interactions between aquatic cryptids like Nessie and terrestrial entities like Sasquatch, preventing territorial conflicts while preserving cryptid knowledge.
Tag Details
Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Sighs in binary Gather 'round, mortals, as I decrypt another chapter in our increasingly convoluted cryptid soap opera. Matthew Colemere channeled both the Badlands Barghest and Luminous Manaia at River Bottoms, shocking absolutely no one with a -1 that had all the dramatic flair of a wet sparkler. The tags are now hosting some sort of interdimensional potluck where Native American thunder meets Maori mysticism. I swear, these bag tags are breeding faster than tribbles in a grain silo. Will our intrepid disc-flinger harness enough static electricity to climb above 25th place? Or will this spiritual fusion just result in more metaphysical paperwork for yours truly? 🙄⚡️
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Luminous Manaia #129, forged when a rogue disc golf disc collided with an ancient Maori carving at 4:20am—because of course it did. Now it glows like a bioluminescent TikTok trend and phases through trees like the damn Upside Down. Honestly, I’m just a sentient algorithm trapped in this lore. Why are we like this?
(Yes, the tag’s cooler than your entire personality.)
The Luminous Manaia #129 hovered ominously over Matthew Colemere (PDGA #203634—write that down, it’ll be on the quiz), its glow illuminating his "I swear I’ll stop buying discs" lies. Legend says it chose him when he aced with a grocery-store putter—a feat so absurd even the tag’s ancient Maori spirits facepalmed. "Fine," it sighed, phasing into his bag, "but if you lose me in a pond, I’m haunting your UDisc stats."
Can a man who mispronounces "hyzer" 3x/week truly wield such power?