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2024.04.29 07:02 SharkEva [New Update - Is she dumped?] - I kissed another man when I was drunk. Should I tell my boyfriend?

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Update2 in the same post - 27th April 2024

I (25f) kissed another man when I was drunk. Should I tell my boyfriend? (28m)

This past Friday my friend threw a huge party for her 26th birthday, it wasn't a particularly significant birthday but her father always indulges all her requests and her parties are always one of the highlights of the year.
This year she was inspired after watching The Fall of the House of Usher on Netlfix and wanted to throw a party in an abandoned building and her father made it happen. I wasn't too involved with the planning this year because work kept me busy so when I first heard the idea I was skeptical but she pulled it off spectacularly.
A little backstory on my boyfriend and I, we met at uni when I was 18 and had been close friends, slightly lost contact when we graduated and I got engaged, my fiance died when I was 22 and he was great support to me during that time and after that since he moved to a city 4 hours away we'd only exchange the occasional text. Well, until Feb of this year when we both got slightly pissed at a another party and slept together. He asked me out after that and we slowly transitioned into a relationship.
Anyway moving on, I woke up today with vague memories of what had happened the night before but my body felt...wrong. I know I got insanely drunk and stupidly said yes when I was offered ecstasy. I've only ever smoked weed in the past and that was during uni, the UK is very strict about drug usage and my job requires a pretty intense background check, even being in the vicinity of substances might get me fired.
At the party I hung about with my friends towards the beginning of the night but I turn into a social butterfly when I'm drunk and I wandered off and ended up chatting to a friend of a friend I barely knew. He was quite flirty and I remember mentioning pretty early on that I had a boyfriend and he said he was just 'bantering', now I can't remember who initiated it but I remember kissing him. I don't for how long but it felt pretty intense.
After beating myself up and having a shower I asked any of friends if they had witnessed anything and one of them said she was the one who has dragged me away from the other guy after seeing me making out with him. She said as she grabbed me she could tell I was ridiculously drunk and had no idea what I was doing and took care of me the rest of the night.
She had chosen not to say anything to me if I didn't remember since it was just a drunken mistake and my other friends agree with her. They said it's not worth blowing up my relationship with something like this since it doesn't mean anything and I barely remember what happened. She told me nobody else saw since we were in quite a secluded corner and this secret would stay in between us but I'm not sure how to proceed.
He texted me this morning asking how I was and hoping I had a nice time and if my friend liked her present since he helped me shop for it and I haven't been able to reply to him. I've got no words until I sort out what I'm going to do.
I know these girls would never tell a soul what happened but the guilt is killing me. I don't know how I'm going to face my boyfriend the next time I see him even if I choose not tell him.
And if I do then how do I deal with everything if he chooses to leave? I know I'll never do anything like this again because I'll never let myself be put in such a mindless state but would it be absolutely horrible of me if I choose to just move on from this without telling him? I need objective advice because I know my friends are always going to try and protect and help me. I know I exhibited supreme lack of judgement and would not mind any criticism but don't slutshame please.

Comments

OperatorValueson
Tell him and accept the repercussions as the cost of this mistake. There is no way out of it. Learn from this and grow as a person.
OOP: I think this was definitely the wake-up call I needed about how I'm living my life

Gatorman042755
You think your secret will be safe with your friends, but this kind of thing always gets out eventually. So, you have a choice between the following:
Coming clean with your bf now, confessing your mistake and promising never to get that sh\t faced again, and because you're being forthcoming, honest, and regretful, having the possibility that he will eventually forgive you, and maybe save your relationship.*
Having him find out a month, 6 months, or a year down the road. At that point he will know that you hid it from him, lied by omission, and have a hard time proving and documenting what actually happened. He will never forgive you or trust you again if he finds out about it this way, and it is almost certainly a death knell for your relationship.
OOP: The possibility of him not forgiving me is what is terrifying to me but you're completely right about it being worse if he finds out down the road. I don't think there's going to be a magical perfect outcome for me here


Update - 1 day later

Thank you everyone for the advice left, especially the comments calling out my behaviour. While they initially stung, you made me see the way I was trying to justify what I did instead of taking accountability. I got a dozen messages from people who had been in my boyfriend's position before and I want to apologise if my post was triggering in any way. So I listened to the majority and told my boyfriend.
I texted my boyfriend that I missed him a lot and he said that he could drive down and stay for a couple of days since he could work remotely if he wanted to but I don't have that option. He basically left as soon as I asked him to and it takes him about four hours to reach my city in which I had enough time to get the full story of that night.
I asked a friend of mine if he could find out from the guy what happened without making it obvious I was asking and he agreed, I asked him to call me when he did so me and my friends could listen in. I wanted to know exactly what he said so I knew what to tell my boyfriend.
My friend is closer to the guy than I am and they game together so him going over to his flat wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Initially he was worried that he wasn't a 'good actor' but I told him exactly how to bring it up and he did pretty well tbf.
He said he had seen me and him kissing and asked what was going on. The other guy laughed the whole thing off, saying he didn't think I'd be such a slag and that my friend was a 'c*nt' for dragging me away. My friend said the situation was pretty fucked now since I had a boyfriend and the other guy said if I didn't want him to kiss me then I shouldn't have hung around him all night but my friends told me I wasn't around him for more than 20 minutes in total.
At least now I know I'm not the one who initiated the kiss and he was much more sober than me since he recalled things I had no recollection of saying. In my previous post I said I remembered mentioning my boyfriend and he said that too so I am trusting the little memories I have of that night. A couple people messaged me saying I had been taken advantage of but I honestly can't say that since I did kiss him back. That is a huge accusation to make and I can't remember enough even say that.
Everything that guy said just confirmed to me that I needed to tell my boyfriend. I am furious with him for the way he talked about my friend and I but I'm not going to waste anymore time on him.
While my boyfriend was driving down I texted him that I needed to talk to him about something important as soon as he got here so I wouldn't chicken out. I live with two of my girlfriends and they cleared out until I had talked to him so I had no excuses. He looked so worried when he arrived, I think he thought I was going to break up with him since I was crying as well. He was being so unbelievably sweet and hugged me tightly and said he wanted to work it out and just wanted me to talk to him.
So I sat him down and told him not to interrupt me and to let me finish. I told him everything, taking ecstasy, kissing another guy and waking up not remembering anything, I even told him that I contemplated not telling him anything, what the guy said on the phone. Absolutely everything.
He was holding my hand tightly in the beginning and by the end of it he had his head in his hands as he listened to me finish. He just sat there in the end and stared at the floor. I knew I needed to give him time but I don't know how long we both just stared into space. I had no clue what he was thinking. I would've preferred if he just yelled so we could atleast talk, I wanted to shake him into saying anything.
When he finally spoke, his voice sounded soft and hurt. He asked me if I actually did want to see him or if I made him drive four hours just so I could tell him I kissed someone else. I said I did miss him but knew I needed to tell him what had happened and didn't want to do it on the phone.
I told him that I wanted to take full accountability and that as drunk or high as I was that was no excuse and I was so very sorry for hurting him this way. After this I know I can't trust myself to drink in a responsible way and that I'm going to cut back on it. I've planned to go fully sober for one month just so I know I can and that nothing like this happens again.
He replied that this had just confirmed every insecure thought he had about our relationship. He said he always felt like I had one foot out the door and that he had pressured me into this relationship and maybe what I did was a way getting out of it. I said it was a drunken mistake and it didn't mean anything further. He said it meant he loved me but I didn't love him and had this been any other girl in his past he would've been out the door but he couldn't do that with me just yet.
And I couldn't fight him on that. I couldn't say I loved him right now, I cared for him alot and I could see myself being in love with him in the future but I'm not there right now. I haven't been in a relationship since my fiance and it's been difficult for me to open up my heart to someone else. I'm terrified of being left by someone else I love.
I asked him if he could see himself ever forgiving me and he said that he didn't know right now. I know I'm not the victim here but hearing that was so painful I just started sobbing and being the amazing man that he is, he comforted me and I felt so disgusted with myself for hurting him. He held me against his chest, stroked my hair and let me cry it out.
And then he left, saying he was going to get a hotel and come back tomorrow so we could talk when we're not so emotional and after he decided what he wanted moving forward. I told him he could stay in my room and I'd sleep on the sofa but he said he didn't think he could be around me right now and make a rational decision.
Right now I'm fighting to urge to go to him and make him stay any way I can. I know there's no magical words that'll fix this. Also has anyone ever been through anything like this and how did you and your partner worked past it?

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Independent-Library6
Had him drive 4 hours so you could tell him you cheated, lol. Jesus, you're insufferable.
lookingforpc
Harsh, you know she did it in goodwill in a panicked state, but I'll admit it must not have helped the situation

WominjekatoNaarm
Guess who is currently on his way home right now. OP. It'll be a miracle if you ever hear from him again. You might want to check your socials and see if he is still on there. If he isn't, he won't be coming back.

Update 2 - 5 days later

Sorry I forgot to update this but this past week has been pretty shit. I wrote down everything that happened but wasn't in the mood to post it until today.
My boyfriend came back the next day and his demeanour had completely changed. I tried to hug him and he side stepped me and asked if we could go on a walk to talk since he didn't need my friends as an audience.
Before he could speak I apologised again and promised to do whatever to make it up to him and he said I didn't need to do that. He said he thought about it all night and came to the conclusion that we never should've started dating no matter how in love he was. That the conception of our relationship was from me being drunk and sleeping with him and that he should've treated it like a mistake rather than the start of a relationship. He said he was tired of feeling like a second thought and apparently I made him feel that way.
I kept on saying I wanted to be with him even though I know he deserves better and that I knew what I was doing when we got together and in what circumstances did I make him feel like he didn't matter? He said he's seen me in relationships when I care and love the person and he didn't get any of that.
After my fiance died, he was the one that pushed me to go to therapy and I always refused since I didn't think I needed it and he brought that up as well and said my life would continue to be a mess and I would continue to hurt other people until I broke my destructive patterns and actually dealt with my emotions.
I just had no clue what to say. I admit I'm the one that fucked up but it's one fuck up, it's not always indicative of some larger problem. A mistake is a mistake sometimes.
He said he still loved me but knew carrying on with a relationship right now would cause more problems between us later down the line and he didn't want that. I told him I didn't understand, if he loved me how could he leave me? I still don't understand. He said just because we wouldn't be together didn't mean he'd disappear from my life. He said anything that happened between us right now would be tarnished and he wanted a relationship without guilt and that wouldn't be possible right now. I saw how painful it was for him to say all of that to me, I'd never seen him cry before.
He left after that since I couldn't talk to him anymore. I just felt so hurt and abandoned and then felt guilty for feeling like that since I was the one who fucked up and it was just a vicious cycle. He kissed me when he said goodbye and said he'll check up on me soon.
He texted me the next day, just asking how I was and I didn't know how to reply so I didn't. He still messages everyday, asking how I am and that he really wishes I would text back since he's worried about me. I cant find it in me to reply. I know he's asked my friends about me but they said he just seemed concerned about me.
I still can't believe he ended it.
The only positive is that I've not drank any alcohol in about a week and it's much more difficult than I initially anticipated but I'm going to carry on and try and finish a month.
I'll update if anything else changes but it probably won't

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Longnumber (before the update)
Also has anyone ever been through anything like this and how did you and your partner worked past it?
Yeah, I'll share, but I don't think it will help you get back together.
I'm now mid 30s. I've been with my wife since we were 20. We were long distance off and on for the first years. We never really set clear boundaries on what was and wasn't over the line. Dancing with other people when we went out was never discussed although making out/anything approaching sex obviously was off limits. I would wingman with friends and talk/dance with girls but never let anything escalate. Felt like it was harmless fun.
One night 2 years into the relationship, I was very drunk and essentially got ditched at a party where I knew no one and with no way home except to wait for a ride that wouldn't be for over an hour. I thought, "fuck it, I'll meet people and dance". I ended up dancing with a girl which escalated into making out. She was talking about getting me back to her place. When we split to go to the bathroom, I sobered up, realized what I was doing and went outside and waited for my ride.
There were no witnesses, no way for me to ever get caught. But, I felt guilty. And, I knew with roles reversed, I would want my girlfriend to tell me. So, I told her. And said I realized that it was easy for dancing with other people to escalate so I'd cut it off.
She didn't like it, duh, but it wasn't even a fight. She asked for reassurance it wouldn't happen again and I gave it. Then we said "I love you" and had sex. We moved on. And, over a decade later, I haven't done anything else that approached cheating.
Factors that i think worked in our favor for getting over this that you may be :


All in all, I think this is something you could get over if you were otherwise committed to this guy and if the story here is really the whole thing. But, bottom line, you couldn't tell him you loved him and mean it. I think it's over.

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2024.03.20 07:56 Zealousideal-Quiet51 The **ENTIRE** 1.6 Changelog (its huge)

1.6 Stardew Valley 1.6.0 was released on 19 March 2024. New content & features Added new festivals and events: The Desert Festival is a three-day event in spring which can be accessed after the bus is repaired. Two mini fishing festivals: Annual trout derby and SquidFest. A new environmental "event" in summer. Added a "mastery" system, accessed via a new area, which grants powerful perks and items… Added a new farm type: Meadowlands Farm. It has a chewy blue grass that animals love. You also start with a coop and 2 chickens. Added many new NPC dialogues. That includes... custom gift reactions; dynamic dialogues which react to things that happened; custom flower dance acceptance dialogue; restored missing dialogue (like Emily and Shane's flower dance custom accept-dance dialogues when married to the player, Shane's dialogue when browsing the Saloon vending machine, Lewis congratulating female farmers after their wedding, a line in Maru's 14-heart event, three dialogues from Sam related to Kent, two randomized dialogues when an NPC buys an item you sold to a shop, two speech bubbles from Marnie and Robin when you enter their shop building, and a fortune teller dialogue for your potential spouse); and more. You can now get multiple pets (after getting max hearts with your starter pet). Added a world map for Ginger Island, visible when visiting the island. The world map now shows your actual position within the world in real-time (instead of showing you at a fixed point for each location). In multiplayer, you'll see other players' positions in real-time too. Pets that love you will sometimes give you gifts. NPCs now have winter outfits. Festivals now have map and dialogue changes every second year (except the night market and desert festival). Added a golden Joja parrot, which you can pay to find all remaining golden walnuts on ginger island. Added perfection waivers, a new Joja way to bypass perfection challenges. Added a prize machine in Lewis' house. You can collect prize tickets as a reward for completing quests and special orders, and from repeated egg/ice festival wins. A bookseller now comes to town twice a season. Added mystery boxes. Added a big tree, with a quest line which ultimately gives you some new neighbors. Added four new crops (carrots, summer squash, broccoli, and powdermelon) which can't be purchased at the store, and two new giant crops. Added four new home renovations: dining room, attic, expanded corner room, and cubby. Added new items: Big Chest, which has almost double the size of a regular chest. It can also be placed "onto" a regular chest to upgrade it. Dehydrator, which turns fruit into dried fruit and mushroom into dried mushrooms. Mushroom Log, which produces mushrooms and interacts with nearby trees. Bait Maker, which can produce fish-specific baits. Heavy Furnace, which can process more bars at a time, and yield bonus bars. Fish Smoker, which produces smoked fish, doubling the value of the fish. You get one by default when starting a new riverlands farm. Text Signs, which can be written on. Anvil, which allows you to re-roll trinkets. Mini-Forge, which acts as a Dwarvish Forge. Statue Of Blessings, which grants a random blessing each day. Statue Of The Dwarf King, which allows you to select one of two mining buffs for the day. Tent Kits, which allow you to build a tent which can be slept in for one night. Treasure Totems, which spawn a ring of diggable spots. Mystic Seeds, which grow a unique tree which can be tapped. Mystic Syrup, a valuable tapper product. Deluxe Bait, gets fish biting faster than regular bait. Challenge Bait, which allows for up to 3 fish to be caught at once, but loses 1 each time a fish leaves the bobber bar. Deluxe Worm Bin, which upgrades the regular worm bin to produce deluxe bait. 19 unique Books Of Power, which grant special perks. Skill Books, which grant experience in a skill. Book Of Stars, which grants experience in all skills. Moss, a new resource type which grows on old trees. Mixed Flower Seeds. Sonar Bobber, which shows the fish on your line before you catch it. Raisins, which have a special use. Sea Jelly, River Jelly, and Cave Jelly, a new item that you can fish. 7 Trinkets, which grant powers related to combat. Red, Purple, and Green fireworks. Stardrop Tea, which makes an excellent gift for anyone. 25 new hats. 280 new furnitures. New unique furniture catalogues, which contain themed furniture sets. 41 new floor styles. 24 new wallpaper styles. Golden Animal Crackers. Mannequins, which can be dressed. Spouse Portraits which can be purchased after reaching 14 hearts. Butterfly Powder, which allows you to remove pets... Blue Grass Starter. Moss Soup. Secret items. Added Goby fish. Added some new remix bundles. You can now place hats on cats and dogs. You can now upgrade the copper pan into steel, gold, and iridium pans. You can now enchant pans with Archaeologist, Generous, Fisher, and Reaching. Added a "Special Items & Powers" tab to replace the wallet. The wallet area now tracks a selection of progress markers. Added an animals tab that shows all your pets & animals. You can now build pet bowls in Robin's shop, with three variants. The farmhouse and pet bowl can now be moved through Robin's menu. The farm computer can now be used anywhere to see a summary of that location, instead of only the farm. The mini-jukebox can now be used on the Ginger Island farm. Added a new interaction with your horse. Added a new side-tunnel to the quarry mine. The community center fish tank now becomes an actual fish tank when you complete it. Added more secrets & easter eggs. Added two new cat and dog breeds. Added turtle pets. Added 8 new achievements. Added 4 new cabin variants. Added a few more accessory options in character creation. Added a new bobber machine in Willy's shop, with 39 bobber styles to choose from. New styles unlock by catching new kinds of fish. Added a cameo appearance to Maru's 14-heart event. Emily has a new rare "socialize" daily quest if you've completed the introduction quest. You can now add anchors, treasure chests, and pearls to fish tanks. Pierre now sells a few random items at the winter star booth (at a markup!). Added a jingling sound when running with the cinderclown shoes on. Baby toss now has a chance to crit. Added a skull cavern statue that can be used to toggle hard mode in the skull cave (after completing Qi's challenge). Added additional chests to Skull Cavern levels 200 and 300. Added unique skull cavern chest appearance for level 100, 200, and 300 chests. Added a high note (C5) to flute block. Added iridium golem to wilderness farm. See changes for mod authors. Visual improvements around the valley Added waterfalls. Added more holiday decorations in winter. Added more pathstones to various maps. Added jack-o-lanterns after the Stardew Valley Fair in fall. Added seasonal world map variants. Added a new rare ambient critter. Added some rare summer butterfly variants. Added an uncommon little brown bird variant. Redrew the world map to better match the in-game locations and be more detailed. Boat journey textures are now seasonal and reflect the latest valley map. The bus stop now has a wider map, though the distance to traverse it is the same. (This is to prevent black bars from appearing at the sides of the screen.) Jelly, pickles, wines, and juices are now colored based on the ingredient item. Many town trees are now actual tree objects, though you can't cut them down. Slight adjustment to the way items pop out when dug from the ground. Updated volcano gold ore node sprite. Some trees have a chance to lose their leaves in the fall. Riverbanks and lakeshores in the mountain, town, and forest areas are now less jagged in some places. Graphical improvements to building interiors. Improved the art of George & Evelyn's roof. If you destroy a mines chest, it now shows some graphics debris. Added special backplates to fortune teller TV show if you get a perfectly good or perfectly bad luck day. Lighting changes: It now gets dark an hour earlier in winter. Night tiles (e.g. town lamps) now activate an hour earlier in all seasons. Indoor daytime lighting now smoothly transitions to night lighting over the course of two hours. Night lighting in non-farmhouse indoor locations is now slightly darker. Farmhouse lighting on rainy days is now slightly moody, and lights stay on all day. TVs and trees of the Winter Star now give off light at night. Added light sources to window light glows so there are no more "dark but lit" windows. Made some improvements to the intro bus drive cutscene. At night, hats are now drawn at the night-time color in the game menu portraits. Removed lighting quality option. It's now permanently set to ultra quality. The submerged fishing bobber is now recolored automatically to match the water. Multiplayer changes You can now have up to 8 players on PC. Many improvements for multiplayer performance and stability. That includes: Steam players will now use Steam multiplayer authentication, potentially improving connection issues significantly. Large multiplayer packets are now compressed, reducing bandwidth usage and latency. Internal optimizations to data syncing. You now need the same build number (in addition to version) to join a multiplayer server. This prevents crashes due to game changes between builds. Accepting a Qi challenge that increases mine difficulty now only kicks other players out of the affected mine type, not all mines. Purple shorts no longer show a chat message when placed into the Luau soup. Jump down mineshaft sound now plays for all players in the level rather than just the jumper. Balance changes Added a box with three tent kits to the Ginger Island jungle. Weapons found in the wild now have a chance to come with a basic "innate enchantment". You can re-roll "innate enchantments" (if the weapon could have one) at the forge using a dragon tooth. Slime Hutches are now significantly smaller (11x6 → 7x4). Farm animals now gain a little happiness if you close the animal door behind them at night. Grass now survives in the winter, though it won't spread. However, cutting grass during winter is much less effective. The mushroom cave now comes with a free Dehydrator. Changed recipe skill requirements for: charcoal kiln (foraging 4→2); cookout kit (foraging 9→3); survival burger (foraging level 2→8); tapper (foraging 3→4); and worm bin (fishing level 8→4). Price changes: Most home renovations now cost money, which is refunded if you undo the renovation. (The game knows whether you bought it though, so refunding a pre-1.6 renovation won't give you free money.) Reduced fairy dust sell price (500g → 300g). Reduced tea sapling sell price (500g → 250g). Reduced life elixir sell price (500g → 250g). Building cabins no longer requires materials, only the 100g price. Raised price of second house upgrade (50,000g → 65,000g), but reduced number of hardwood needed (150 → 100). Reduced worm bin's hardwood needed (25 → 15). Increased cost of warp totem: farm in casino (500 → 1000) Raised price of bombs in dwarf shop. Raised some hat prices from Hat Mouse. Shop changes: Put limits on some casino stock. You can now buy all brazier recipes in Robin's shop at once instead of in sequence. Item drop changes: Chopping down a fruit tree now yields the appropriate fruit sapling. If the tree is mature (i.e. the fruit quality is > basic), it will yield a sapling with the same quality as its fruit. The higher the quality, the faster the sapling will mature. Chopping down a tea bush now gives back a tea sapling. There's now a small chance to find cosmetic items and other goodies while doing random tasks. Snake vertebrae are now easier to get. Train cars which carry wood can now drop hardwood. Santa's train car can now drop gifts. Reduced prismatic shard drop rate from iridium nodes (4% → 3.5%). Rare yellow slimes now drop money. Brown slimes now drop wood (doesn't affect the copper slimes in the quarry mine). Botanist perk now applies to items dropped from trees (e.g. coconuts). Reduced chance of fishing void mayonnaise at the witch swamp. Gift taste changes: Adjusted gift tastes for several NPCs. Treasure chests are now a universally liked gift... except by Linus. Skill XP changes: Mushroom Logs and Mushroom Boxes now grant 5 foraging XP on harvest. Harvesting berry bushes now grants 1 foraging XP per berry. Harvesting forage crops from wild seeds now give much less foraging experience, but grant some farming experience. Monsters on the farm now give combat experience, but it's 1/3 of normal value. This excludes slime hutch slimes. Adjusted combat: Extended the area of effect of downward facing melee attacks (and slightly extended the side attack of daggers). Topaz ring now gives +1 defense, rather than the unused precision stat. Raised insect head's damage (10-20 → 20-30). Raised kudgel's critical attack power (+4 → +50). Bombs now affect terrain features (like trees and crops) within the round explosion radius rather than a square area. Slightly increased rate at which skeletons throw bones or shoot spells. Adjusted Junimo Kart: Added grace jumps in Junimo Kart: when you run off the track, you can still jump for a short time to recover. Your score is now saved if the minigame forcibly exits while playing endless mode. Noxious gas emitting mushrooms no longer appear in pairs. Reduced bubble spawn rate on whale level. Adjusted machines: Worm bins now need a lower fishing level (level 8→4) and produce more bait (2–5 → 4–5). Loom now has a higher chance of double cloth when processing quality wool. Fish ponds now have a chance to produce extra roe whenever they produce roe. Geode Crushers no longer require coal to operate. Adjusted penalties when knocked unconscious: You can no longer lose the Golden Scythe, Infinity weapons, or tools. You can no longer lose more than three items. The amount of money lost now scales to how much you have. It's now less punishing if you don't have much money, but more punishing if you have a lot. This also raises the maximum lost from 5000g to 15000g. Adjusted food buffs: Joja cola now gives a very short speed buff. Green tea now gives +0.5 speed. Mine and dungeon changes: Added coal nodes to the volcano dungeon. Barrels now spawn on skull cavern levels divisible by 5. Reduced the maximum possible effect a bad luck day can have on finding a prismatic slime. Reduced number of bugs to kill for monster slayer goal from 125 to 80. Bundle changes: Made remixed specialty fish bundle (and analogues) reward 5 Dish O' The Sea, to make it consistent with the classic bundle. River fish bundle now gives deluxe bait. Improved some community center rewards. Adjusted crafting recipes: speed gro now requires 5 Moss instead of 1 Clam . deluxe speed-gro now requires 5 bone fragments instead of 1 coral. quality fertilizer now requires 4 sap instead of 2, but produces 2 per craft (still only requires 1 fish). Spouse changes: Spouses now have a seven-day "honeymoon" period after marriage which prevents them from laying in bed all day due to being upset. Kissing your spouse, and giving them a gift on the previous day, each reduce the "minimum heart level threshold" for a bed-ridden day by one heart (12→10 if you do both). Friendship gain is reduced by 33% for spouses. Rebalanced the crop fairy event: the chance no longer depends on the number of planted crops, it can no longer happen on the last day of the season (to avoid growing crops that might die overnight), and it can no longer choose dead crops to grow. Increased the shaving enchantment's effect on giant crops. Each giant crop now has a 60% chance of dropping an extra six crops while the shaving enchantment is equipped, spread across the number of hits needed to break it. For example, a base axe which breaks the giant crop in three hits gets three 20% chances of dropping 2 crops. The mushroom cave now provides mushrooms every second day. It was unintentionally changed to daily in Stardew Valley 1.5. You can no longer plant trees in the beach farm tunnel. Randomization no longer produces simple repeating patterns in many cases (e.g. clay farming, mushroom level prediction, crab pot fish offset, etc). (You can enable "Use Legacy Randomization" in the advanced save options to use the old randomization, though some specific patterns may still change due to the underlying changes. That option is mainly intended for speedrunners; most players should keep it disabled for the intended experience.) Spreading weeds can no longer destroy artifact spots. Increased the number of monsters that daily monster quests will ask you to slay (in some cases). Added more custom quantities, for example Dust Spirits will ask for 10-20 kills. Tilled dirt on the island farm now decays in the same way as the regular farm. Slightly increased time you have to push against farm animals before passing through them. Slightly boosted quarry output. Daily quarry output now increases each year, up to a limit. You can no longer plant trees in town. Secret notes are no longer created during festivals (except passive festivals like the night market and desert festival). Adjusted fish variety in ice fishing festival. Quality of life changes Performance improvements. NPCs now shove chests out of their way instead of destroying them. If Pam won't be coming to the bus for any reason, she now leaves a sign informing you and you can drive yourself to the desert. Audio changes: Made more sounds positional (mainly players, tools, and machines). Positional sounds now fade with distance when off-screen, instead of cutting off abruptly. Softened the bomb fuse sound. The music now "ducks out" and then resumes when certain sounds are played, instead of stopping. You can now "strafe" while charging a watering can or hoe, allowing you to reposition your tool hit area without changing your facing direction. You can now refill slingshot ammo by right-clicking it with the same ammo. Previously that would just swap the item stacks. Planting cactus seeds on the farm now fails with a message, instead of the seeds dying overnight. Holding a tea sapling or seed over a garden pot now shows the green/red placement tile. You can no longer pick up rugs if there's something on it. Checking a pet bowl will now show a text bubble with the pet's name. Added a new post-fishing sparkling text to indicate when you've caught something for the first time. Torches can now be placed on sprinklers. You can now sit in chairs during festivals. You can now move filled chests by hitting them twice with a heavy tool (previously only with bare hands). The chests will shift one space at a time. You can now place flooring underneath most buildings. Crystalariums now have to be removed and replaced before a different gem can be put inside, to help avoid wasting gems accidentally. Daily billboard quests now have a more informative tracker notification when you make progress on them. Added a small checkmark icon on special orders you've completed before (only on town special orders board). You can now skip the pet adoption scene, which causes you to adopt the pet. Reduced the amount of time you need to push against a pet before they start shaking and then let you pass through them (1.5 → .75 seconds). Reduced time for mini-obelisk warp (750ms faster). Male farmers are no longer forced into wedding clothes on their wedding day, so you can choose your own outfit for the wedding. Emptying a fish pond with fish still in it will cause the remaining fish to flop out of the pond. Slime hutch changes: You can now change the flooring of the slime hutch. You can now remove the starter incubator in the slime hutch. Slime balls no longer appear on crafted flooring. UI improvements: Added an hourglass cursor shown when you're waiting for something to load on the title screen. Notification messages in the bottom-left corner now last 50% longer before going away. "Sound in the night" events now show an icon on the screen to indicate that a sound is playing. Dialogue question selectors no longer remain selected when you hover away from them, to reduce accidental selections. Robin's building menu now shows how many days a building will take. If an item menu exits while you're holding an item, the item is now always retrieved. (Previously only some item menus like chests would do it.) Marnie's animal shop now centers the camera on an appropriate building when purchasing an animal. Marnie's animal shop now shows prices in the tooltip, in case the tooltip covers the price display. The achievement menu now lists all potential achievements. Hidden achievements you haven't unlocked yet are shown as "???". The museum reward menu now prevents picking up a reward that won't fit in your inventory. The museum reward menu now lets you exit while holding a reward. It'll be added to your inventory if possible, otherwise it'll drop at your feet. The save creation farm selector now has two columns instead of one, and no longer overlaps the back button on small screens. The shipping menu category pages no longer take up the whole screen, as long as the screen is beyond a minimum size. Inventory tooltips for food that gives a buff now shows the buff duration in the tooltip. The map now closes when you press the map button again. Exiting the Junimo Note menu from within the game menu now returns to where you were in the game menu rather than exit the menu. Shops now truncate item names which would overflow the menu width. Shops now have a slight delay before you can buy/sell items, to help avoid double-clicks doing it accidentally. Deleting a save on PC is now much faster. Significantly reduced save loading time when there are many custom locations. If a default farm building (like the greenhouse) is somehow removed, it'll now be rebuilt next time you load the save. "Menu background" is now a drop down option, which includes "Standard", "Graphical", or "None". Attempting to put something in a machine but failing will no longer cause you to try and consume or activate the object you're holding. Kent intro event and Robin flute block event are now skippable. (PC) You can now shift + right-click an item on the toolbar to throw it out of your inventory (if possible). (PC) You can now press the Y or N key to confirm or cancel the "leave festival" confirmation box. (PC) Holding left-shift + left-ctrl + 1 when buying from a shop will attempt to buy a stack of 999. Other changes Adventure guild now stays open until 2am, though the music will not play after midnight. Gender-specific clothing variants can now be worn by any gender. If you have 12 hearts or more with your spouse, the chance they'll say a neutral dialogue in the afternoon (which sometimes comes across as negative) is significantly lower (25% → 5% chance). Penny's forest picnic event and Leah's forest picnic event now only happen if it's sunny. NPCs now try to avoid walking through trees and other terrain features. Cabins have been combined into one entry in Robin's menu. Replaced pet icons on the inventory tab with the current date. The “Organize” button now sorts items in a more intelligent way. You can now drink mayonnaise and jelly, and eat pickles. Some colored objects now count as their color for qi quest and dye menu. Clam is now considered a "fish" just like all the other shellfish. Added more descriptive titles to daily quests. Added Cyrillic sprite text and some translated world pixel art text. Adjusted the date/time/money box in Chinese. The about page now shows the build number. Skull caves now have a chance to also play music from the upper mines. Changed parrot flap sound to be different from bat flaps. Pans now have a chance to yield bone fragments. Made the character randomization a little less random, and added some of the newer hairstyles and accessories to the mix. Pan no longer yields the same thing if you pan in the same spot twice in a day. The about page no longer hides the version if a tip message is shown. The order that you'll get forge enchantments is now unique per player rather than per farm. The Ginger Island shrine item pedestals are now normal items. Modded players can spawn them to display items decoratively (though they're not obtainable in vanilla currently). Map no longer closes if you click on an area of interest. Fixed some NPC schedules that weren't previously applied: Lewis visiting the library on winter Sundays; Maru and Penny hanging out on summer Sundays; Maru tinkering on summer Mondays; After reaching six hearts with some NPCs, they won't visit their rival love interest anymore. This affects Alex visiting Haley, Elliott visiting Leah, and Haley visiting Alex. Gameplay fixes Fishing fixes: If you're fishing when the pirate cave changes to pirate mode, you will catch your fish. Fixed artifacts found in fishing chests not counting for the collection tab. Fixed fishing crash if a treasure chest appears while the player has a large number of stacked fishing buffs.
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2024.03.13 17:14 Sweet-Count2557 Fun Things to Do in Galveston With Kids

Fun Things to Do in Galveston With Kids
Fun Things to Do in Galveston With Kids Are you ready for an unforgettable family adventure in Galveston?We've got the inside scoop on the most exciting activities for kids and adults alike.Get ready to build epic sandcastles with Sandy Feet Sand Castle Services and zip around the island on an e-bike tour with Zipp E-Bikes.Plus, don't miss the chance to spot dolphins up close on a thrilling sightseeing tour with Galveston Water Adventures.With so much to explore, Galveston is the perfect destination for a fun-filled family getaway.Let's dive in!Key TakeawaysGalveston offers a variety of water adventure activities and fun festivals for kids.There are 21 fun activities in Galveston specifically designed for kids.From sand castle lessons to dolphin sightseeing tours, there are educational and fun experiences available for kids of different age groups.Galveston has attractions such as Moody Gardens, Galveston Island Historic Pleasure Pier, Schlitterbahn Waterpark, and Galveston Island State Park that are perfect for families looking for a day of fun and excitement.Sand Castle LessonWe highly recommend taking a sand castle lesson with Sandy Feet Sand Castle Services. It's a fantastic activity for families visiting Galveston with kids.During the lesson, you'll learn sand castle building techniques and receive beach safety tips to ensure a fun and safe experience.Building sand castles is a classic beach activity that allows kids to unleash their creativity and imagination. With Sandy Feet Sand Castle Services, you'll have the opportunity to learn from experienced instructors who'll guide you through the process of building your very own masterpiece. They'll teach you the proper way to pack and shape the sand, as well as how to add intricate details and decorations.Not only will you learn the art of sand castle building, but you'll also receive valuable beach safety tips. The instructors will educate you and your kids on how to stay safe while enjoying the beach. They'll cover topics such as identifying safe swimming areas, understanding rip currents, and practicing sun safety.Taking a sand castle lesson with Sandy Feet Sand Castle Services is a great way to spend quality time together as a family. It's a hands-on activity that promotes teamwork, problem-solving, and artistic expression. Plus, it's a chance to enjoy the beautiful Galveston beach and create lasting memories.E-bike Island Adventure TourLuckily, we can embark on an exciting E-bike Island Adventure Tour in Galveston. This tour is perfect for families who want to explore Galveston's hidden gems while enjoying the freedom and thrill of riding an e-bike.Here are some reasons why this tour is a must-do activity for families:Uncover hidden gems: The E-bike Island Adventure Tour takes you off the beaten path, allowing you to discover hidden gems that you mightn't find on your own. From charming local shops to picturesque coastal views, there are so many hidden treasures waiting to be explored.Experience the thrill of e-biking: Riding an e-bike isn't only fun but also gives you a sense of freedom as you effortlessly cruise through the streets of Galveston. It's a great way to bond with your family while enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery.Safety first: Before embarking on the tour, it's important to keep in mind some e-bike safety tips. Make sure to wear a helmet, follow traffic rules, and always be aware of your surroundings. The tour guides will also provide you with a brief orientation on how to maneuver the e-bike safely.Dolphin Sightseeing TourOne of the most exciting activities to do in Galveston with kids is a one-hour Dolphin Sightseeing Tour provided by Galveston Water Adventures. This tour offers an incredible opportunity to see these magnificent creatures up close and personal in their natural habitat.Dolphins are known for their playful behavior and intelligence, and on this tour, you and your family will have the chance to witness their acrobatic displays and learn more about their fascinating behavior.Not only is this tour a fun and educational experience, but it also supports marine conservation efforts. Galveston Water Adventures is committed to preserving and protecting the marine ecosystem, and part of the proceeds from the tour go towards supporting these conservation efforts. By participating in this tour, you aren't only creating lasting memories with your family but also contributing to the conservation of these incredible creatures and their environment.During the one-hour tour, you'll be guided by experienced and knowledgeable captains who'll provide interesting facts and insights about dolphins and their habitat. They'll also ensure the safety and comfort of your family throughout the tour. The boat used for the tour is specifically designed for dolphin watching, with spacious seating areas and excellent viewing angles, ensuring that everyone has a great view of the dolphins.Half Day Jetty TripLooking for a family-friendly fishing adventure in Galveston? Look no further than the Half Day Jetty Trip offered by Jetty Trip Fishing Charters.With an experienced angler guide on board, you and your family can enjoy a fun-filled day of fishing in the Gulf of Mexico. Whether you're a seasoned angler or just starting out, this trip is perfect for creating lasting memories and reeling in some impressive catches.Family-Friendly Fishing AdventureWhat activities can we enjoy on a Family-Friendly Fishing Adventure during a Half Day Jetty Trip?Fishing in Galveston is a fantastic experience for the whole family. Here are some family-friendly fishing tips and the best fishing spots in Galveston:Spend quality time together: Fishing is a great way to bond as a family and create lasting memories.Enjoy the thrill of the catch: Reeling in a fish can be an exhilarating experience for both kids and adults.Learn about marine life: Fishing trips provide an opportunity to learn about different fish species and their habitats.When it comes to the best fishing spots in Galveston, the jetties are a prime location. The Galveston jetties offer a chance to catch a variety of fish, including redfish, trout, and flounder.Experienced Angler GuideDuring a half day jetty trip in Galveston, we can fish with the guidance of an experienced angler. It's a great opportunity for families who enjoy fishing or want to try it for the first time. The experienced angler guide will take us to the best Galveston fishing spots where we can cast our lines and reel in some exciting catches. To give you an idea of what to expect, here are a few examples of Galveston fishing spots:Fishing SpotSpecies to CatchGalveston JettiesRedfish, Speckled TroutOffshore RigsKingfish, SnapperGalveston BayFlounder, SheepsheadWest BayBlack Drum, TroutWith the help of the experienced angler guide, we'll have the knowledge and skills to make the most of our fishing adventure. So grab your fishing gear and get ready for an unforgettable day on the water!Tree Sculptures - East EndThere are over 20 hand-carved tree sculptures to find in Galveston's East End. These beautiful sculptures were created by local artists in the aftermath of a hurricane in 2008. Embark on a sculpture scavenger hunt with your family and explore the streets of Galveston to find these inspiring works of art.Here are three reasons why this activity is a must-do for families:Adventure: Embarking on a sculpture scavenger hunt is an exciting adventure for the whole family. As you search for the sculptures, you'll have the freedom to explore different neighborhoods and discover hidden gems along the way. It's a chance to break free from the ordinary and embark on a unique and memorable journey.Creativity: The hand-carved tree sculptures showcase the incredible creativity of the local artists. Each sculpture tells a story and captures the essence of Galveston. As you admire these works of art, you'll be inspired to unleash your own creativity and see the world through a different lens.Resilience: The tree sculptures are a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity. They serve as a reminder that even after a devastating hurricane, beauty can emerge from the wreckage. By engaging in this activity, you'll not only appreciate the artistry but also gain a deeper appreciation for the strength and resilience of the Galveston community.Moody GardensLet's explore Moody Gardens, a popular attraction in Galveston that offers educational and interactive experiences for the whole family. Moody Gardens is a must-visit destination that combines entertainment and learning in a fun and engaging way.One of the highlights of Moody Gardens is its interactive exhibits. From the moment you step inside, you and your family will be immersed in a world of discovery. The Aquarium is a favorite among visitors, where you can explore the wonders of the ocean and get up close to marine life. Watch as sharks swim overhead in the tunnel, marvel at the vibrant colors of tropical fish, and even touch stingrays in the interactive touch tanks.Another must-see is the Rainforest pyramid, where you can experience the sights, sounds, and smells of a real rainforest. Walk among lush vegetation, encounter exotic birds and butterflies, and learn about the importance of conserving these incredible ecosystems. The pyramid is filled with educational experiences that will captivate both children and adults alike.Moody Gardens goes beyond just exhibits. They also offer educational programs and workshops that allow visitors to learn even more about the world around us. From animal encounters to behind-the-scenes tours, there are plenty of opportunities to engage with the knowledgeable staff and deepen your understanding of the natural world.Whether you're a family of nature enthusiasts or simply looking for a fun and educational experience, Moody Gardens has something for everyone. It's a place where freedom and learning go hand in hand, creating memories that will last a lifetime.Galveston Island Historic Pleasure PierWe had a blast at the Galveston Island Historic Pleasure Pier, where we enjoyed rides, games, and delicious food vendors. Here are some of the highlights that made our visit to the waterfront amusement park truly unforgettable:Thrilling Rides: The Galveston Island Historic Pleasure Pier is home to a variety of exciting rides that cater to all ages. From classic Ferris wheels to exhilarating roller coasters, there's something for everyone. We couldn't get enough of the adrenaline rush as we soared through the air and took in the breathtaking Gulf of Mexico views.Fun Games: The pier also offers a wide selection of games that brought out our competitive spirit. We tried our hand at shooting hoops, tossing rings, and aiming for prizes. The laughter and cheers filled the air as we challenged each other to see who could score the most points and win the biggest stuffed animal.Delicious Food Vendors: As we explored the pier, the aroma of mouthwatering treats filled our senses. From cotton candy and funnel cakes to savory hot dogs and fresh seafood, the food vendors satisfied our cravings and kept us energized throughout the day. We indulged in our favorite snacks while enjoying the stunning views of the Gulf of Mexico.The Galveston Island Historic Pleasure Pier is a must-visit destination for families seeking a fun-filled day by the waterfront. The combination of thrilling rides, exciting games, and delectable food vendors creates an atmosphere of freedom and joy. We left with unforgettable memories and a desire to return for more adventures on the pier.Frequently Asked QuestionsWhat Is the Cost of a Sand Castle Lesson in Galveston?The cost of a sand castle lesson in Galveston varies depending on the provider. Sandy Feet Sand Castle Services offers lessons starting at around $25 per person.The best time for sand castle lessons is during the warmer months when the weather is ideal for outdoor activities. It's a great way to spend quality time with the family and create lasting memories on the beautiful beaches of Galveston.Are There Any Age Restrictions for the E-Bike Island Adventure Tour?Age restrictions for the e-bike island adventure tour are important to consider when planning a family outing in Galveston. While the tour is suitable for teenagers aged 13-17, it may not be ideal for younger children.To make the most of this fun activity, it's recommended to choose a time when the weather is pleasant and the kids are full of energy. So, gather the family and embark on an exciting e-bike adventure in beautiful Galveston!How Long Is the Dolphin Sightseeing Tour in Galveston?The dolphin sightseeing tour in Galveston is a one-hour adventure that allows you to see these magnificent creatures up close. It's a fun and educational experience for the whole family.If you're planning to go dolphin watching, here are a few tips: bring binoculars for a better view, wear sunscreen and a hat, and be patient as dolphins are wild animals and their sightings can vary.The best time to go dolphin watching is usually in the morning or late afternoon.Can Beginners Participate in the Half Day Jetty Trip Fishing Charters?Absolutely! Beginners can definitely participate in the half day jetty trip fishing charters in Galveston. These fishing trips are perfect for families looking for a fun-filled adventure on the Gulf of Mexico.With private charters available, you'll have an experienced angler guide on board to help you every step of the way. It's a family-friendly trip that offers the opportunity to catch some fish and create lasting memories together.Don't miss out on this beginner-friendly fishing option in Galveston!How Many Tree Sculptures Are There to Find in the Scavenger Hunt Activity on the East End of Galveston?There are over 20 tree sculptures to find in the scavenger hunt activity on the east end of Galveston.To complete the hunt, we recommend starting at the Tree Sculptures of Galveston and following the map provided.Look for these unique sculptures created by local artists as you explore the area.Don't forget to bring a camera and make it a fun-filled adventure for the whole family!ConclusionIn Galveston, you'll find endless fun for the whole family! From building sandcastles and exploring the island on e-bikes to spotting dolphins and going on fishing charters, there's something for everyone.Don't forget to marvel at the incredible tree sculptures and visit attractions like Moody Gardens and the Galveston Island Historic Pleasure Pier.With so many exciting activities, Galveston is the perfect destination for a memorable family vacation. Start planning your adventure today! Read More : https://worldkidstravel.com/fun-things-to-do-in-galveston-with-kids/?feed_id=1550&_unique_id=65f1d0e3dfb2c
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2024.02.01 05:00 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:59 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:59 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:58 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:48 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:48 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:47 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:47 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:46 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:46 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:46 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:28 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:28 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
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2024.02.01 04:27 Erutious Pale Death

I can't explain it, but the butterflies seem to know where the bodies are.
I've been a park ranger since I was eighteen, and after five years, I really can't imagine doing anything else. I was in the scouts when I was younger, and I've been an avid hiker all my life. Time spent in the woods is time well spent, and the ability to work there every day is honestly a dream come true.
Being a park ranger, you see your fair share of bodies in the woods. People come out here to hike and swim and forget that there are things here that will kill you. They run afoul of animals, they get sucked under in the rapids, they don't pack enough food or water, or they just get lost and aren't found till someone chances upon them.
Spring two thousand twenty-three was the year that we got some help from the butterflies.
It started with the death of Angel Myers, but it certainly didn't end there.
Angel Myers was what you would call a minimalistic camper. She would come in with a few essentials and a blanket, just kind of camp wherever she decided to drop down. She knew which plants would kill her and which ones would nourish her, which was good. She also knew which plants would get her higher than airplane wings, which was bad. We had called the police on Angel several times, but they always cut her loose after a few months, and the rangers refused to toss her a lifetime ban from the park so she just kept coming back.
When a pair of hikers told us they had found a body in an area we knew as The Meadow, we supposed this would be the last time we called the police for her.
She was naked, and it wasn't the first time any of us had seen her in this state. She wasn't bad to look at, but it was always a little weird to find someone stark naked in the elements. She was splayed out, spread eagle, in the flowers that grew in the meadows, and her eyes and tongue were missing. That wasn't terribly uncommon either, not with all the varments in the park, but the little black growths on her skin were definitely something I had never seen before. She had three rows of perfect little spikes, each of them about three inches long and each line about nine spikes long.
Other than the spikes, the strangest part of the whole scene were the butterflies.
They were not a species I was familiar with, and they were bone white with light black patterns on the wings. They were thick over the body, and I assumed they had been what had drawn the hikers. They were circling in a thick cloud, the whites easily seen against the green canopy around them, and I was as amazed by them as I was the weird protrusions on her skin.
"What the hell are these?" I asked, reaching out a finger to test if they were sharp, but finding them squishy and full of green liquid.
"Pallida mors," said Rico, one of the rangers who worked with me.
"One more time in English, for the rest of us," I said.
"Pale Death," he said, pointing to the butterflies, "They're rare, I don't think I've seen one in the flesh. They're supposed to live in the deep woods, and they only come out once every few years to lay eggs."
I pointed to the little row of black spikes running up her thigh, "On corpses?"
Rico nodded, "That's why they call them Palida Mors. They lay their eggs on corpses, though it's usually of animals. I have heard of them laying eggs on human bodies, but it's rare. I guess they found the corpse before we did."
The hikers said the same when we questioned them. They had been hiking to the meadow, his fiance wanting to see it in spring, and as they came to the end of the trail, she had noticed the swarm of pale butterflies and wanted a closer look. She had thought they were so pretty, but as they came closer, they had seen the body and realized what they were swarming around it.
We called the station and got some guys from the coroner's office down to pick her up.
We hoped she would somehow be the last body we found that spring, but I think, even then, I knew this wouldn't be the last body I saw taken from the park that year.
The next one was a hiker named Marcus Dray, and his death was truly terrible.
Some campers had gone fishing in the Conusquat River, the waterway that runs through the park, and as they chased the trout who were beginning their journey to the spawning grounds, one of their kids came across a grizzly sight. He said it looked like a scaled claw was sticking out of the river, and he ran to get his mother, thinking it was a monster. She had expected a rock formation or maybe a stick with some moss on it, but what they found was an arm covered in the black spike pods the butterflies left behind.
"They looked like scales," the mother had said, still a little shaken by the experience, "and I could understand why he thought it was a monster hand. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was an arm jutting up from the foam."
At first, we thought the guy had just fallen into the river and gotten stuck between the rocks after drowning. When we pulled him out, however, we got a better idea of the extent of the damage. Something forced him into the small space between the two rocks, and they hadn't done it gently. His shoulders were broken, like snapped in the middle and just folded up. He was crumpled up like a suit coat in the hole, and that wasn't all.
Something had eaten his face.
Not like Angel, where her eyes and tongue were missing. They had eaten his entire face off, down to the skull, and there was nothing left but ragged flesh and scored white bone. If it hadn't been for the arm sticking up, we might have never found him until someone panning for minerals found a finger or a skull.
The butterflies, the Pale Death, presided over the whole thing as we managed to get him onto the shore.
After that, we found four more bodies in a month.
One was left on a mountainside, its hands missing and its nose and lips chewed off. He had been climbing the low-grade mountain we have on the grounds, and when he'd gone missing we thought it might be a small avalanche due to snow melt. When a fisherman found him laid out on the lowest peak of the mountain, however, we knew it was something much worse.
The second was a woman who'd gone into the woods to relieve herself during a picnic and was found in the low branches of a tree, well, half of her was. The other half was high up in the tree, and something had eaten her legs. The husband had to be hospitalized after he identified the top half of his wife, and I felt bad for her kids. They had been here to enjoy a picnic in the park, and something had taken that away from them.
The third was, unfortunately, a child named Kaitlyn Mills. Kaitlyn would have been six in July, but she never got the opportunity. Kaitlyn was the strangest and also the easiest to identify. Kaitlyn had left her parents campsite in the night, but it appeared that whatever had found her had taken an interest in her. Something had taken care of her in the woods. Something had fed her, something had changed her clothes, something had made sure she drank clean water, and then, unfortunately, its care had lapsed. Kaitlyn hadn't died because her face had been eaten off, she had died because her skull had connected with the ground and cracked. It was pretty clear she had fallen out of a tree, but the coroner said she would have needed to fall from a pretty steep height. She was stretched out too, as if something had made her comfortable as she lay dying.
The fourth was the worst, and the reason for what came after.
The fourth was Ranger Franklin Carpenter, and he had gone missing after going to check one of the pump stations. We had six pump stations, things we used to bring clean water to the campgrounds, and he had been responding to a call about a malfunction in station four. He had gone out before lunch, and we found what was left of him the next day after he never came back. If he hadn't died wearing his name tag then we wouldn't have known who it was. His arms and legs were missing and believed to have been eaten. His face was gone, as was the top of his skull and what lay within. Something had gnawed his chest, eaten his buttocks, and chewed his genitals off for good measure. He was just a torso and part of a head when we found him on the edge of the woods, and a lot of us got pretty scared after losing one of our own like that.
Over all four bodies, the butterflies held sway, and their eggs were in evidence.
I expected a visit from the Head Ranger, but when he arrived with a man in a dark suit the next day, we should have known something was about to happen. He had a few other men in similar attire, and Rico lifted an eyebrow as we took our seats at briefing. None of these guys were dressed for more than a slow stroll over concrete paths, but I doubted that was their intention.
"Agent Lee has been gracious enough to come and help us with our little problem. We will be splitting all of you into groups so you can canvas the woods. We need to find whatever is doing this before summer starts, especially with one of our own being a recent casualty. We have a lot of ground to cover, so, Rangers will be splitting off with two of Agent Lee's boys to show them the trails and help them bring this to a close."
So, that's how I found myself in the woods with Agents Fiest and Agent Martin. Agent Lee might have looked like an investment banker, but these two had traded their Brooks Brothers suits for camo and assault rifles. We had broken out the shotguns that we used for putting off angry wildlife to supplement the firepower the Agents had brought, and the three of us proceeded through the woods. Agent Fiest wasn't a big talker, but Agent Martin made up for it by asking questions about what we had seen. I told him about the bodies, the parts that had been eaten, and the butterflies that seemed to hover around everything.
"Butterflies?" Fiest said, and it was probably the only thing I had heard him say in the hour we had been walking.
"Yeah, Rico calls them something in Latin that basically means Pale Death. They show up around the bodies and just kind of mark where they are."
Fiest gave Martin a look and the two nodded knowingly.
"Have you seen anything near the sights? Footprints or scales maybe? Stuff like insect skin?"
I shook my head, "No, mostly just dead people."
I was preparing to ask them what they thought we were looking for since they clearly knew something, when we came through a dense stand of trees and into an open space that was anything but open. It seemed invested with the pale butterflies, and as we stalked in, they fluttered around us almost gladly. The two Agents took this as a good sign but I wasn't sure what to think. These things had been a pretty foul omen in the last few months, and finding a huge number of them now seemed less than ideal.
As we moved into the cloud of butterflies, it also seemed like something was stalking us. Through the thick wave of insects, there was a large shadow that stalked us. It almost appeared human-sized, but the longer I watched it flit through the swarm, it seemed to grow. It may have had as few as two arms, or as many as eight, but the wings I saw stir its smaller kin were what worried me.
They were tall and white, just like the others, and it seemed to be using them as a blind as it lured us deeper.
"It's close," Martin whispered.
"Steady," Fiest said. "If we spook him, he might fly away before we can take him out."
"What?" I half whispered, talking too loud, but too scared to care.
Fiest looked at Martin, shrugging at something in the other's face.
"You've heard of the moth man? Well, there are counterparts to that thing. The people of Joplin talk about how many of their children were saved from a tornado by these "butterfly people," but they assume those who were lost were taken by said tornado, and not the same creatures who saved them. We call them Lycaenidae Bipedus, and they are extremely," but he never got to finish.
Suddenly the cloud of butterflies enveloped us, their small bodies clinging to us as they struck. Our vision was cut off, and as the automatic weapon chattered, I hit my belly and started crawling. I wanted to get out of the swarm, to get away from the wild bark of the gun, and as I crawled, I heard people yelling. The wet sound of something being torn cut off some of the screaming, but the gunfire persisted as I kept making my way out of the cloud of insects.
I kept crawling until I made it out of the clearing, and once I was no longer being buffeted by butterflies, I got up and started running.
I could still hear the gunfire behind me, but I knew that what I wanted was to live.
I knew that if I stayed, I'd be dead, and I still very much wanted to live.
I ran until someone yelled at me to stop and shoved a gun in my face.
It was another one of the Agents, and as they all coalesced, I was ordered to take them back to the spot where I had left Agent Fiest.
As little as I wanted to go back, I agreed.
By the time I found it again, Fiest was sitting on something he had covered with a tarp. Fiest's left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, his clothes were ripped to shreds, but he was grinning like a big game hunter who's bagged the big one.
"Get it to the truck. Tell the boys back at base I had no choice but to kill it. It refused to come peacefully and forced my hand."
Martin was dead, his body covered in a slew of crushed butterflies. I saw him before they could tarp him as well. Something had torn his thrown out, and I assumed it was whatever was under the big tarp that Fiest was guarding. They took both the tarped bodies away, and when Fiest came towards me, I was worried he would be angry that I had fled.
He put a hand on my shoulder instead and nodded in understanding.
"Don't feel bad, kid. I would have run too if I'd had the choice. Both Agent Martin and I knew what we were getting into. You got us here, that's what counts."
They took it away, and the murders stopped.
We lost two more hikers that year, but they were both killed by the elements.
The butterflies left that same day, never (hopefully) to return.
I can’t help but think about that spring again as winter abates and the season gets warmer.
I tell you one thing, I’ll be keeping an eye peeled for butterflies from now on.
You never know when they, and a new horror, might show up again.
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2024.01.03 14:33 MummyCroc I am 34 Years Old, Live in Zimbabwe and Travel A Lot in this MD

Occupation – Government employee
Age – 34
Location – Harare, Zimbabwe (VHCOL)
My salary – $800 (paid monthly)
Side Gig Income – $0
Other income – negligible amounts from dividends received from my stock portfolio
Housemates – none. I got a promotion, and had to move cities. I live alone in a studio apartment, and go home on some weekends and holidays (whenever I can)
Assets and Liabilities
Equity $60,000 fully paid off
Retirement Balance I contribute monthly, and employer matches fully. But because of changes in currency and hyperinflation, I don’t really count this as an asset
Savings None (my savings went to my move and buying my new car which left me very broke)
Current account balance $100
Car I bought my new (to me) car for US$ 17,000. It’s a medium sized SUV with a few issues but got it repaired
Loans from family US$ 1,400 I got a loan from my husband and my mum to add to my car purchase money, vehicle registration and insurance and fix some issues. No real rush to repay these according to them
Loan from employer $130 (took a personal loan from work, because the interest rates are lower than rate of inflation and repayment is over 18 months. Loan was used to make improvements on our house, and what wasn’t used, I bought shares on our stock exchange, due to hyperinflation, the amount I owe in US$ has gone down) . Current repayments are US$ 3/month
Motor vehicle loan I am entitled to a car loan with my new role. I got about US$ 13,000 (local currency equivalent) which I used to buy my car. The loan is paid back monthly in local currency. All loan repayments are automatically deducted from my salary
Investments (shares in various counters on our local stock exchange) $1,186 (kinda shocked I have managed to invest that much)

My Expenses
Expense Amount /period Note
Car insurance and licensing $300/annum This is due end of February, and I pay for the entire year. But this will increase next year as my car is of a higher value than my previous one
Fuel $120/month Increased because I travel a lot now
Rent $300/month I rent a tiny studio 6km from work. It’s expensive but worth not sitting for hours in traffic. Electricity and water included in rental amount
Airtime/data $20/month
Groceries $60/month My groceries as well as some items I buy for home whenever I go
Makeup/clothes/toiletries/ hair $50/month I need to cut down on spending in this category tbh, but I have to get my hair done more, and buy more work clothes because of my new role
LP Gas $10/3 months This is for cooking and heating my bath water
Spotify Premium $2.99/month My main source of entertainment
Super Duolingo $1.99/month
WateElectricity $15/month Based on the last bill received. We do not get water consistently so bills are infrequent


Household Expenses
Expense Amount/period Note
Groceries $200/month Husband pays. Bulk grocery shopping of staple food items and toiletries
LP Gas $30/approx. every 2 months We buy when it runs out. Usually every 2 months depending on how bad the power supply is
Medical $15/month For OTC meds (painkiller, cough syrup, antacid stocked for emergencies) and any prescriptions
Pet expenses $60/ twice a year For vaccinations and checkups for 3 dogs. Pet food is covered under groceries
School fees for the kids $300/ term Both kids are at the same school starting this year
Nanny $100/month Less than before as both kids are now in school.
DSTV subscription $37/month
Transport for kids to/from school $100/month


Day 1 – 27 December 2023
01.35 – My alarm goes off. I quickly shut it off so it doesn’t wake up my husband P, and I head into the shower for a quick wash. I pop in my contacts, do my brows and get dressed. I used a hair band to push my *purple* knotless braids off my face
01.50 – I pack up my lunches and the smoked trout my mum gave me in my cooler bag. I go to kiss the kids goodbye. I will miss them but it’s only for a few days. I put my sister in law’s luggage, N, in the car and load her and my nephew in.
02.00 – I kiss P bye, and he lets us out. I put on a Spotify playlist for the trip, and start the 300km drive back to Harare. It rains quite a bit, so I have to be cautious. N and my nephew are asleep for the entire trip, and I drink some Ethiopian coffee to keep myself awake. I pay US$ 4.00 for the toll gates
0500 – I drop N off to where she will get public transport to their house. I head to my tiny studio and unload my luggage and settle in. I also text P to tell him I arrived safely. I read a novel and eat some NikNaks I raided from the kids’ stash until it’s time to head to the office
0740 – I wear my flat boots, and hooded coat because it’s raining and my cheap umbrella has died on me. I quickly run to my car, jump in and drive to work. I hate being one of the few people without an annual Christmas shutdown, but the pro is definitely the lack of traffic. I’m the first one in our wing, and I settle in after a week away.
0900 – I’m hungry so I have my brekkie of leftover fries and eggs from when we hosted family over Christmas. I have a sip of my coffee and realise that it’s now cold. I drink some water instead
1100 – I’m feeling exhausted so I have some fruity licorice to give me a sugar rush and wake me up. It doesn’t really help
1300 – Lunch is veggie rice and eggs scrambled with onions and tomatoes. I also have some Pringles and a milkshake box stolen from the kids’ snack stash. I take a quick desk nap
1500 – I realise I made a major mistake on some client work, so I do a memo requesting authority to fix it. I am really too tired to work today
1730 – I have finished all my reports for the day, so I shut down my laptop and head out. I decide to go to a mall in my neighbourhood to withdraw cash to pay my rent. I withdraw US$ 400. I decide to do some grocery shopping as well. I head into Pick ‘n’ Pay and buy wholewheat rolls, 6 eggs, cheese, breakfast sausages, 2 kiddie ready meals (cottage pie and mac n cheese), chicken livers in gravy, cerevita, lunchboxes with water bottles for the kids, frozen veggies, washing powder, soap, fabric softener, a mop, an umbrella, exfoliating gloves, window cleaner, shoe polish and some gum (US$89.72). It’s raining even heavier so I make use of my new umbrella, load my shopping in my car and drive home
1900 – I decide to pay my rent today before I spend the money. My landlord is not home so I wrap up US$ 300 in a scrap of paper and sellotape it shut. Then I search for a pen and realise I don’t have one, so I write my name using my eyebrow pencil. I give the rent money to the caretaker. I get back into my studio, pop out my contact lenses, and I settle in for a night of cottage pie, Duolingo and making my lunches for tomorrow. I fry two eggs, and cook more veggie rice. I make one portion of veggie rice and throw a smoked trout on top in one container, and make an egg and cheese roll and toss it into another. I chat on whatsapp with P until I blackout
Total spent – US$ 393.72
Day 2 – 28 December 2023
0600 - I wake up feeling a lot more rested than the previous day. I scroll on Reddit for a bit in bed before I get out. I put my bath water on to heat, and while that’s going, I pack my food in the cooler bag, and add some snacks and a juice box. I pop in my contacts, brush my teeth and then take a bath. I moisturize, get dressed in a long brown bodycon dress and black leather ankle boots. I pull my braids back today, and wear my custom birthday earrings (silver butterfly studs with a moonstone chain). I grab my hadbag, cooler bag, umbrella and car keys and head out into the rain. I have a bit of a struggle getting into my car because I cannot lift my leg enough to jump into my SUV, lol. Anyway, I drive to work with a new Spotify playlist featuring two of my favourite local female artists (Cynthia Mare and Feli Nandi).
0800 – I am not feeling too motivated to work today, so I switch on my laptop, make some tea and have my egg sandwich before having a gossip with my colleagues. I get back in my chair and crack on with work
1100 – I’m feeling exhausted so I have a mid-morning snack of fruity licorice. Then I crack on with work, though I keep having to hold on to some work as we wait for feedback on how to proceed with some issues.
1300 – I head to the kitchen to warm up my rice and fish. I eat at my desk while scrolling on Reddit. I also change my local currency to US$ because I need US$ more for now (ZWL$ 2,2m = 200US$)
1400 – More work as I snack on some Bermuda creams
1700 – I debate filling up my petrol on my way home and decide to do so tomorrow evening since I’m planning to drive home on Saturday. I head to my tiny studio and find out that because of the heavy rains, the roof in my closet is leaking. I text the landlord and she promises to have someone over to fix it tomorrow if I leave my keys with the caretaker. I resolve to look for a new place to rent in January
2000 – I do my daily Duolingo, make my lunches for tomorrow, eat dinner, chat with P on Whatsapp all while scrolling on Reddit until I pass out
Total spent – US$ 0.00
Day 3 – 29 December 2023
0100 – I’m woken up by really heavy rain. I pray my roof doesn’t leak more and fall back asleep
0600 – I wake up and scroll on Reddit for an hour. Then I get out of bed, warm up my bath water, put in my contacts etc etc
0750 – I take out my trash and give my studio key to the caretaker. Then I drive to work. My team mates are late, people are definitely choosing themselves these days. I have my egg and cheese sandwich and crack on with work
1000 – The printer is giving me problems, and I’m feeling frazzled. This is our busiest season at work, and I am feeling headachy. I pop two pain relief tablets and get back to work. Lots of client calls today, and I have to put out so many fires. Sigh. I also have a quick chat with my MIL’s friend who’s making snacks and a birthday cake for E’s 5th birthday next Friday. I paid for this in November when I paid for the same package for L’s birthday, so well done past me.
1300 – I have my lunch of veggie rice and chicken livers in gravy. I sprinkle some peri peri Aromat on top as it’s very bland. I also have a strawberry milkshake box and some Niknaks purloined from the kids
1400 – I have lost steam but I push through to finalise a client request and send to my grandboss. Then I start slacking off because I’m tired and my headache has started up again. I’m counting down the minutes to 5pm. The guy I used to change my money to US$ tells me he can’t come to my office which is not in the city centre so he will send by a mobile money platform (Innbucks). I’m ok with this alternative. I field more client calls and also call some of my clients so I can clear them off my to do list.
1600 – A post by my stepbrother reminds me it’s my sister R’s birthday today. I send her a quick happy birthday text. I will try to call her after work today (dear reader, I forgot to call her)
1700 – I’m out of the office like a bat out of hell. I head home, and get my key from the caretaker. He comes by later with the handyman and they replace my broken window, and also discuss how my roof needs new roofing sheets. I start packing up the stuff I will take home (mostly laundry and clothes I think are no longer my style, and some of the items I bought on day 1)
1900 – I heat up the last of my veggie rice and chicken livers and have that for dinner. I decide I will never buy pre cooked livers again as they were overcooked and felt so mealy. I make my breakfast sandwich for tomorrow as I am working, and do my dishes. I do my Duolingo, watch some TikToks, read my novel and chat with P until…
2200 – Bed
Total spent – US$ 0.00
Day 4 – 30 December 2023
0600 – I wake up with an upset stomach. I was diagnosed with peptic ulcers back when I was in uni, and they flare up in times of stress and bad eating habits. I scroll my local thrift store and try to decide if I want to take advantage of the sale they are having this morning. I screenshot a few pieces I’m interested in
0700 – I do my usual morning routine. Today, I also load up my stuff in the car and do some light mopping of my floors so my studio will be tidy when I come back on Tuesday morning. I pack my sandwich, a milkshake, a Coke, some corn puffs and an energy drink in my cooler bag. I drive to the service station close to my office and fill up my tank (US$46) and buy some engine oil because my oil is very low (US$14). I really didn’t want to buy engine oil because I’m on a tight budget, but my car is still new (to me) and I need to keep it well maintained until I sell it to buy my dream car. It’s a Toyota and can take some rough treatment, but a well maintained car is essential and I have several long trips I’m going to take in it.
I get to work and I’m the first person in today. Since I’m planning to skive, I’m OK with that. I have my sandwich and an instant mocha and respond to a few client queries. Then I update my money diary and scroll through Reddit. My team mate arrives at work and we try to see which manager is on duty with us today. There’s a really annoying one we hope isn’t in today, who we had for the last 2 Saturdays we were on duty.
0900 – My team mate and I discuss an aspect of our job we are expected to do today. We realise that we still need more guidance from the people spearheading the project, so we put the task on the back burner until Tuesday. I do some work, and run a few reports
1030 – I leave work. I first head to the thrift shop. I find 2 dresses and 2 tops of a total of US$ 15.00. Score. I start my drive out of the city and pay US$ 2.00 at the first tollgate
1300 – I make a stop to buy more petrol. I fill up my tank for US$ 30.00 and get back on the road. I narrowly miss hitting a tortoise that was trying to cross the road and a cow decides to stand in the middle of the highway. I see some people selling wild mushrooms along the road, but I decide not to buy, thinking that I will find more sellers closer to my destination. I obviously don’t find any wild mushrooms. I realise paying for the tollgates is cheaper using local currency. I pay US$1 equivalent at the last tollgate
1500 – I pass through an Innbucks to withdraw hard cash from my account. I manage to withdraw US$195.00. I buy more petrol when I get to my neighbourhood because I know I won’t have time to buy more before I leave on Tuesday morning (US$ 24.00). I’m finally home and my son E is ecstatic as usual to see me. We offload the car, put on my laundry to wash and I pack the kids’ clothes for our trip to my mum’s tomorrow
1700 – P goes out to hunt for the potatoes my mum requested. I eat dinner with E because I’m starving and I veg out on the couch for a bit. P comes back home sans potatoes. He has his dinner then we pack up our clothes and the things we think we will need for tomorrow’s trip. I do my daily Duolingo
2000 – A quick shower and bed because we are waking up early tomorrow morning
Total spent – US$ 133
Day 5 – 31 December 2023
0400 – I’m awake, scrolling on my phone, when P’s alarm goes off. We get up, shower, etc. We have a quick meal of cereal, then we pack our luggage in the car. I get a half asleep E to pee, before putting his shoes on him and putting him in the car. We drive to my MIL’s to pick up my older son L, my sister in law T and my niece C.
0530 – The road trip begins. We have a 300km drive ahead of us and its drizzly. I am in my passenger princess era and my job today is to control the playlist. Not to brag (totally bragging) in laws say I have the best playlists for parties and road trips.
I pay US$ 1 equivalent for the tollgate. P buys watermelons, pineapples, mangoes and potatoes along the way. I pay another US$1 equivalent for the last tollgate
0830 – We arrive at my mum’s house. She’s happy to see us, since if we hadn’t shown up she would have spent NYE alone. She’s disappointed that we didn’t come with my MIL. I cook breakfast, everyone eats, P and I do the dishes while T cleans up the dining room. I also marinate the meat for our braai tonight
1130 – I change the boys’ clothes and we all hop into my mum’s car. P is driving. We head to Mtarazi Falls, a very scenic spot in the Eastern Highlands. My mum pays for our entrance into Nyanga National Park, as well as for everyone (except my niece C) to do the skywalk. We take lots of photos and videos while waiting for our turn to be harnessed. P stays behind with C, while the rest of us go ahead. We start doing the walk, but E looks down and sees how high up we are. He cries until I take him back to terra firma. The people there tell us they don’t do refunds, so P makes the executive decision to have C put into her own little harness to take her across. We leave E, and go do the skywalk. Its scary and exhilarating seeing how far up you are from the ground. I have intrusive thoughts about falling, lol.
1500 – We head to a shop selling rainbow trout. My mum buys so much trout, as well as sweets for the kids. I buy a six pack of Ice Tropez and skittles for US$ 20 and crack open one as we drive back to my mum’s house.
1800 – We are finally at the house and start braaiing meat. I make some potato salad. We grill meat and eat it, have drinks and listen to music until midnight. I also text my cousin B for a bit since we didn’t manage to meet up today. I also do one lesson on Duolingo
Total spent – US$ 22.00
Day 6 – 1 January 2024
0100 - After midnight, people start drifting off to bed. P and I are the last ones to go to bed. We have a shower and hit the hay.
0830 – I wake up feeling surprisingly OK. No hangover unlike on Boxing Day. I brush my teeth, wash my face and wander into the kitchen where I see my mum and L almost done with cooking breakfast. I do the dishes and put on our bedlinen and the kids’ bedlinen on to wash while P takes a shower. I shower, get dressed and pack up all our stuff.
1000 – We have breakfast. I clear the table, throw trash away and pack away the leftovers while P does the dishes. Then I dry the dishes and put them away. I give the kids a bath, and get them dressed. Then I start pack all our luggage into the car.
1200 – We say goodbye to my mum and she tells us to come visit her when she’s working in a different city. We tell her we will definitely come if work allows us. P fills up the car with petrol and we start our leisurely drive home. We stop by the Hot Springs and Birchenough Bridge and take lots of photos and videos. E refuses to walk across the bridge so P drives him across. I pay US$ 2 equivalent for the tollgates
1700 – we are finally home. We drop off T and C at MIL’s house. The kids want to sleepover, but I remind them that I’m going back to work in the morning so I want to hang out with them for a bit. They grudgingly agree and we head home. Once home, I put on all our dirty laundry to wash, while the car is unloaded and everything put back in its proper place. I do my ironing and pack my stuff for my trip while P and the kids go to buy pizza for dinner. We have dinner and the kids tell me good gossip, lol. I do a lesson on Duolingo (so I think)
1900 – I take a shower and see P dozing on the couch. I tell him to go to bed, while I put the kids to bed. I kiss them good night and goodbye, and promise I will be back on Friday. Yes, this constant travelling is exhausting but I feel so guilty about not living with my kids, so I overcompensate by going home every chance I get.
2000 – Bed time
Total Spent – US$ 2.00
Day 7 – 2 January 2024
0130 – My alarm goes off. I switch it off, head into the shower and brush my teeth. I wear some sweatpants, a t-shirt and my croc dupes. I pack my stuff in the car and retrieve my energy drink. I kiss the kids goodbye one last time. The mum guilt is killing me. I kiss P goodbye and he wakes up. I tell him to go to bed but he insists on opening and closing the gate for me. Just as well because I try starting my car and the battery is flat. FML. We jump start my car
0230 – I’m on the road. There is very little traffic and conditions are great. I have a relaxing drive. I also pay US$ 2 equivalent for the tollgates
0530 – I arrive at my studio and unload my car. I find the studio flooded with water and I can’t figure out where it came from. I mop up the studio, and then change into my work clothes
0645 – I drive to the office, and I’m the first one in. But it’s OK because its busy season and I have so much to do. I make a head start on getting through my emails.
0800 – I have ginger tea and leftover pizza for breakfast then I get stuck into work. I’m fielding non-stop calls from clients and things get very hectic
1300 – Its finally lunch time, and I go to buy some food since I had nothing packed today. I buy rice, steamed veg and roast beef for US$ 2.
1400 – Back on the grind. I take a brief break to ask my boss if I can do overtime this week so I can leave work early on Friday, and I also asked to take some leave days next week. He says yes. I do a mini fist pump and get back to work
1700 – Everyone else heads home, but as I’m doing overtime, I continue working. I finish my to do list for the day and then try to decide what I need as groceries this week. I also update my money diary
1900 – I log out of work and drive to the Spar nearby. I buy bread, cheese, salami, juice boxes, a canned iced coffee, a cherry soda, jelly beans, chocolate chip cookies and toy tool sets for the kids for US$ 30.00. I drive home and offload my shopping. I change into my sweatpants and a t-shirt, and I start cooking. I’m making an egg, cheese and salami sandwich for breakfast, and veggie rice and sausages for my lunch/dinner. I start doing my Duolingo, and realise my lesson from yesterday was never updated. Curses. This is my first time using a streak freeze. I eat dinner, pack up the rest of my food and do the dishes
2100 – I pass out at some point
Total spent – US$ 34.00

Spending Summary
Food + Drink - US$141.72
Fun / Entertainment – US$ 0.00
Home + Health – US$ 300.00
Clothes + Beauty – US$ 15.00
Transport – US$ 128.00
Other – US$ 0.00
Grand Total – US$ 584.72

Reflections
I’m making a loss from having this new job, lol. My expenses have gone up and I’m far away from my kids. Anyway, this spending is pretty normal for me now. I need to find a way to cut down on some expenses though, maybe use public transport to go home rather than driving.
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2023.11.16 08:40 joey5311 Fish/insects update

Okay here’s the insects/fish I have caught so far. I’ve gotten about 7/8 of each in every season I’ve played. The firefly only counts for summers list but I’ve seen it in all seasons so far (haven’t done winter and I’m a week into fall).
Also I asked in the discord for this game. For certain insects/fish you will need a friend with you in order to find them.
Finally, I will edit list as I go but like I don’t want this to be really cluttered if someone just wants an easy list. I am providing a link to where I and a few other have been discussing some bugs/fish. The 3rd one down is a continuously updated list (I will update this one too) of how we caught each bug/fish and describing the conditions in which they were found.
https://www.trueachievements.com/forum/viewthread.aspx?
Fish
Spring 7/10 - Dogfish - Flounder - Herring - Octopus - Pufferfish - Red Snapper - Sardine - Starfish
Summer 7/10 - Bluegill - Catfish - Crooker - Clownfish - Perch - Salmon - Sea Krait
Fall 7/10 - Eel - Goby - Jellyfish - Marlin - Squid - Trout - Tuna
Insects
Spring 8/10 - Assassin bug - Bully bug - Butterfly - Ladybug - Lantern bug - Lunar cricket - Matallyticus - Oil Beetle
Summer 9/10 - Atlas beetle - Cicada - Cyclops caterpillar - Eyed hawkmoth - Firefly - Grasshopper - Peacock butterfly - Weaver ant - Yellow Jacket
Fall 6/10 - Cricket - Orchid mantis - Skullbug - Sunset moth - Trapdoor spider - Walking stick
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2023.09.15 00:01 GaiasGal Plant Buying Collective - Native Plants, Trees, Shrub, Bulbs & Seeds

Plant Buying Collective - Native Plants, Trees, Shrub, Bulbs & Seeds
Posted with permission from the Moderators

Great White Trillium ~ Turk's Cap Lily ~ Virginia Bluebells ~ Indian Pink

What is the Plant Buying Collective?
The Plant Buying Collective is an extension of our land conservation work at “A Promise to Gaia“. We secure lower prices for our members by placing larger orders with growers. Proceeds from sales support land conservation and programs we've developed to help remove invasive species and replace them with native plants. See "Bounty Hunt" at: https://apromisetogaia.org/bounty-hunt/
Who can Join?
Anyone who’s interested in purchasing native plants at a discount. We’re currently accepting up to 200 members. You can join by creating an account here: plantbuyingcollective.com If the registration page is closed, please make sure to join our waitlist, and we’ll let you know when we open registration to more members.
What plants are available?
We’re focused on NEMPH Plants, Trees & Shrubs - Native Edible Medicinal Pollinator Host. Our first Collective order is for spring ephemerals and some other rare goodies.
Where are plants sourced?
All plants are organically grown (without chemicals) and are sourced from conservation nurseries.
Orders must be placed by September 22, 2023 – first come.
~ Plants/Root Stock/Bulbs & Rhizomes available ~
  • Black Cohosh (Actaea racemosa)
  • Creeping Jacob’s Ladder (Polemonium reptans)
  • Downy Woodmint (Blephilia ciliata)
  • Dutchman’s Breeches (Dicentra cucullaria)
  • Eastern Prickly Pear Cactus (Opuntia humifusa)
  • False Solomon’s Seal (Maianthemum racemosum)
  • Great White Trillium (Trillium grandiflorum)
  • Indian Pink (Spigelia marilandica)
  • Jack-in-the-Pulpit (Arisaema triphyllum)
  • Slender Mountain Mint (Pycnanthemum tenuifolium)
  • Solomon’s Seal (Polygonatum biflorum)
  • Toadshade Trillium (Trillium cuneatum)
  • Trailing Arbutus (Epigaea repens)
  • Trout Lily (Erythronium americanum)
  • Turk’s Cap Lily (Lilium superbum)
  • Virginia Bluebell (Mertensia virginica)
  • Wild Geranium (Geranium maculatum)
  • Yellow Trillium (Trillium luteum)

Our next Collective purchase will be this Winter for Seeds, and until October 31, 2023 we’re taking input on what seeds to make available. Create an account and fill out the survey so we can decide what to source.
How does it work?
For each purchase cycle everyone who participates will fill out a survey, letting us know what they’re interested in and/or what they can commit to. We’ll tally up all the surveys, source the plants, seeds etc. Then you can finish placing your order through the Plant Buying Collective’s online store, available only to members. If you need to make small changes to any commitments, that will usually be OK as long as you contact us and let us know.
  1. SURVEY – Tell us what you want to see available through the Plant Buying Collective, and/or Commit to what you want to buy.
  2. BULK ORDER – We will total up everyone’s survey, and source plants, etc.
  3. INDIVIDUAL ORDER – Return to the Plant Buying Collective site and complete your order through the online store.
  4. SHIP/PICK-UP – If you want to save shipping costs, you can pick-up in person at our nursery, or you can have your plants etc shipped to you.
We’ve already sourced Plants/Root Stock/Bulbs & Rhizomes for our first purchase cycle, and you can still place an order – the amount of stock that’s still available is listed in the Collective store.
What you’ll be supporting:
We began our stewardship of 100+ acres of mountain land in Upstate NY (A Promise to Gaia) over 20 years ago. Our focus and purpose on this land are to provide stewardship and sanctuary for the Natural world to maintain its own balance with minimal interference from humans. To remain wild and free. To explore the sacred bond between Earth and humans. We are a plant, wildlife, and butterfly sanctuary.
We use the proceeds from the Plant Buying Collective sales to support and fund the maintenance and expansion of native and pollinating species of plants, expanding the lands that we steward, and providing habitat and refuge for animals, insects, birds, and more. We also have programs we've started that proceeds and donations help to expand. Please see: apromisetogaia.org
We wish to share this magical space with people that love and respect the Earth, who also wish to contribute to a conservation project through their own presence and mindfulness. We have several places available to rent on our property.
Thank you All for the great work you do for the Earth!
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2023.09.14 08:31 windkirby Animal Crossing Pocket Camp v5.4.2 Update

Animal Crossing Pocket Camp v5.4.2 Update
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Fallicitations, friendsy fruitarians. Autumn is upon us, you may have noticed the grass and foliage of the pocket-sized, camp-ready wilderness has practically changed overnight. Leading Pocket Camp meteorologists have ascribed the rapid shift in seasons to climate change while others have proposed the contentious theory that because October and November have their own themes, the fall theme often falls solely to September which demands instantaneous fall. Whatever the explanation, September 2023’s events will take a look back even as we fall forwards with vintage, rustic, and harmonious events that remind us of olden traditions as the russet leaves ripen with age. Thanks as always to Miranda for help with the tip screens and banners, Bassieeee for help with the text, Ray and danc for some additional images and info, and everyone else who lent a hand with this update!

Twitter preview of September 2023 in Pocket Camp

  • Version Codes
    • v5.4.0b is 11076 then ddc31. v5.4.2 is dcefd.
    • v5.4.1 was a bug fix patch available only to Android users. Along with this new content update, a new app version, 5.4.2, is available for both Android and iOS which changed the icon image and Find the Differences splash screen. If you are having trouble playing the game, check to make sure you’re playing with the newest app version.
    • On September 12th GMT, a client-side bug fix patch (not a new app version, so still v5.4.2) was made available to automatically download upon launch in-game with a new version code of 22536.

  • September Seasonal Event – Red-Leaf Repose
    • Every year as autumn approaches, Isabelle always has to scramble to get campsite fall festivities together before the even bigger responsibility of anniversary celebrations approaches—and this year, she’s even more stressed by the constant arguments with new husband, Curly. “All he does is eat flowers and mud-wrestle! And he doesn’t share any of my favorite opinions about my tv shows… He can be so pig-headed, and pig-everything-else’d, too. I try my best to be nice to others no matter what, but I’ve had it about up to here!” Fortunately, fall is the perfect time to relax and maybe hide from your spouse under the cover of warmly tinged leaves… For September’s monthlong campaign, play the Isabelle’s Fall Informal gardening event, the Radiant Rarities Fishing Tourney, and the Cross-Stitch Scavenger Hunt to earn 30 autumnal leaves from each for a total of 90 autumnal leaves available through events for the month. Collect enough autumnal leaves to earn prizes for the kind of relaxation Isabelle needs like red leaf hairpins, autumnal shrubs, and the grand prize, an autumnal veranda—the type of traditional Japanese tea room where Isabelle can take some time and a few deep breaths… Will she make like a maple tree and leaf her husband? Find your repose from betrothal as rose-red leaves decompose when this change-of-seasons event befalls the campsite August 29th GMT.
Complete September's main three events to earn 30 autumnal leaves each for a total of 90 autumnal leaves! The more you collect, the more seasonal prizes you collect including the autumnal veranda grand prize. The game's internal assets stopped including the shiny graphic of the 3 monthly prizes, so this image is a little simpler than usual now.

  • September Gardening Event – Isabelle’s Fall Informal
    • Isabelle is so stressed out this year, she really can’t be bothered to think up anything too fancy for the autumn gardening event… “Umm… let’s just do a fall-themed Japanese tea party. Nintendo always signs off on those! Nobody has to dress up or anything, although I think I have my pre-approved kimono lying somewhere around here…” For September’s gardening event, we’ll be planting maple sprig seeds to attract seasonal leafybugs to our gardens for a limited time. Gather enough leafybugs to earn prizes for a casual autumn social Isabelle can bother to throw together with decor and natural scenery like leaf-lined river bends, red- and orange-leaf trees, tranquil river boats, and a light and dark tea-patio! It’s all you need to savor the deepening colors of the change in seasons as fallen leaves gently skim along a placid riverbank. Complete this event in full to earn 30 autumnal leaves as part of September’s monthlong Red-Leaf Repose campaign. The dastardly devs have been putting campaign collectibles in the hard tasks lately, so be sure to be thorough, replant often, and exchange leafybugs with your friends to get all the autumnal leaves this event has to offer. A mellow tea party light on prep work is just what Isabelle needs, but she looks a little glum all the same, maybe dwelling on the murky state of her love life or wondering if she’ll have to attend alone—at least until her hammy hubby strides into the campsite with a box of chocolates (He only sampled one to make sure they were safe) and a bouquet of fresh fall foliage (He only sampled some of that, too). “Darlin’, you’re pretty as the sweet autumn sunshine and wonderful as a mug of warm cider… Won’t you be my date to the fall informal? You’re the Izzy to my belly and the lost right mitten to my lost left sock… Shnookums, you’re the one for me!” Admire the reflection of ruddy maple trees with a longtime admirer through life’s different seasons of plenty and hardship when the informal fall farming gets started August 29th GMT.
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Event preview image for Isabelle's Fall Informal gardening event; auto-designer images featuring items from September's main three events and the serene autumn terrain; tip screens for the serene autumn terrain, the Serene Wall & Floor Collection, Purrl's calico cookie, and the Purrfect Teatime Collection

  • New Terrain – Serene Autumn
    • Among the many colors of fall, this September’s new terrain showcases one in particular—red, crimson-red, the-valleys-shall-flow-with-the-blood-of-mine-enemies kind of red. This vermillion-blanketed Japanese grove will certainly leave an impression on your campsite visitors as it displays in blazing glory the formidable passion of the season. It’s the perfect backdrop for a heartbreak, a shocking crime, or… oh, a cute little picnic with your animal pals, too, I guess. This terrain comes with a middle ground, a foreground, an artisan lattice fence option, and a sky whose rose- and peach-tones evince the blushing hues of fall and will be autumnmatically added to the terrain shop starting August 30th GMT.

  • Serene Wall & Floor Collection
    • September’s first blissful wall and floor collection include some adventurous and cozy designs to enjoy fall to the fullest, whether you’re exploring the outdoors by a railroad bridge on a brisk autumn day with the serene autumn wall or curled up with a book in a calico-cat nook with the calico bookshelf wall. Turn the page on your camper’s journey when this fallfilling collection rolls out August 31st GMT.
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  • Purrl’s Calico Cookie
    • “Feeling down on your luck, kitten? Then please know you’re welcome to stop by my neko the woods at my auspicious little bistro, Feline Fortune Lucky Catfé, where calico cats, the luckiest and most elegant creatures in the world, will accompany your much-needed respite. As anyone who’s anyone knows, calico cats are almost always ladies, and each girl of my café’s charming clowder of caliconfidants has been personally appointed, trained according to our calicode of conduct, and groomed to shine by yours truly, so you may rest assured your luck shall radiate as beautifully as they do… But perhaps not as much as I do! You can regard their elegant silhouettes behind the calico shadow screen at your simple leisure, enliven your body and spirit with our rejuvenating three-leaf blend at the calico café table set, or, if you’re curious, study the long histories of cats and their furtive properties of good luck and feng shui at the 5-star calico book seating… I can tell from your sense of style that you have difficulty making many friends… but one stop at my lucky tea shop will turn your forlorn fortune in friendship into a litter-al caboodle of companions, kitten! Or perhaps you find yourself constantly plagued with warts and unsightly blemishes… Oh no, I can’t see anything kitten—I can just tell! But the healing properties of calico cats can clear up all skin maladies in two shakes of a cat’s tail. You may even find perfect orange and money trees popping up wherever you go like I do—and no, it’s not because I sleepwalk, kitten, and I’ll thank you not to bring up that pesky rumor again! Take a refined sip of a veritable calicopia of good fortune when my exclusive tricolor cookie arrives at cookie stalls everywhere starting September 1st GMT!”
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  • Purrfect Teatime Collection
    • Alright, don’t even try to tell me this is all in my head. I know this one’s for you naughty players out there, too. But whether you’re looking to have an innocent tea-time at a cat café or are dressing up for something much more unusual, this collection’s berry- and green-tea apron dresses, cat-ear wigs, whisker paint, and leather boots will certainly tickle your feline fancy. Get a little frisky when this tan-tea-lizing collection makes its mark September 3rd GMT.
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  • Awesome Autumn Goals
    • Animal Crossing players from many generations often associate the end of summer with the sad, sweet song of the evening cicada (also known as the higurashi in Japan), and while Pocket Camp’s seasonal creature system doesn’t leave room for such creatures meant to transition one season to the next, we can still get an eyeful and earful of their ephemeral beauty during this 3-day goals event. Evening cicadas will be found on palm tree trunks on Sunburst Isle, but you’ll likely hear their thrumming cries long before you spot them! Catch enough of these crooning cuties and other critters to earn some Leaf Tickets and a Purrl’s calico cookie when this event begins September 9th GMT!

  • September Fishing Tourney – Radiant Rarities
    • For September’s fishing tourney, we’ll be traveling to Lost Lure Creek where familiar fall fishies like red wakin goldfish, Ranchu goldfish, and maple-leaf koi will be giving the river some warm fall colors. Land enough of these autumn oddities to earn prizes for a curious stained glass shop like a rosette glass lamp, glass pendant lamps, and what appears to be the grand prize, a circular lamp display. These fulgent finds can light a forest clearing or a luminous game parlor where you and your animal campers can play spooky games like Mummy Rummy, Light as a Feather, and Ouija ’Til Bob Wets Himself all night long. Complete this event in full to earn 30 autumnal leaves as part of September’s monthlong Red-Leaf Repose Campaign. Last month’s fishing tourney was particularly difficult, so make sure to log on to fish every 3-hour rotation you can and ask your campsite animals for extra fish to complete this event in time, especially since Isabelle’s marriage might be at stake or whatever. Glaze your glasses and get rarin’ to go when the radiant reeling begins September 10th GMT.
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  • New Animals
    • With September’s batch, it’s safe to say the logic for these animals keep getting stranger and stranger as four new maps indicate we’ll be getting the smug deer gazelle Lopez as well as previously datamined Dizzy, Nibbles, and Vladimir via Lopez and Pals’ Island on September 15th GMT. This update also includes assets for five more new villagers: Ricky the cranky squirrel, Hazel the big sister squirrel (not to be confused with the old Hazel, who is now Sally because the old Sally is now Cally), Barold the lazy cub, Coach the jock bull, and Pashmina the big sister goat. That’s right, as many have long-awaited (or maybe long-feared?), Barold is finally coming to the game, and if you feel he looks like a questionable pervert then… well, you’re right, but that’s part of his charm. As always, the themes for unreleased villagers aren’t known, and their request furniture is sorted out according to our best guess with help from Soleil; notably, the spa chair does not have an obvious candidate and is paired with Ricky for lack of better option, so some variance is very possible here. If you’re a little confused by all the villager pre-loading, you’re not alone—even though these five characters include some perfect-for-autumn squirrels, they will be joining the six characters datamined last time in villager limbo with no clue on when they’ll be coming out in the future. With 11 to-be-released villagers, the schedule is getting a little constipated, and concerned parties are considering chartering some rescue boats in case they’re out lost at sea as happened with Ankha so long ago. But hopefully the Pocket Camp devs are just biding their time and they’ll show up soon enough… Perhaps a large batch is prepared for November’s anniversary? In any case, keep an eye on the schedules and datamines for more info when they’re on their way!.
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  • New Creature Season for Fall
    • September 5th’s notice suggests that the new fish and bug season for autumn will begin sometime around September 15th GMT. This section will be filled in with more details when that happens, but for now, all we know for sure is that many summer creatures will be leaving, likely for some fall mainstays like squid, Pacific saury, yellow perch, freshwater goby, red dragonflies, and crickets (but maybe peacock butterflies instead). As far as unrequested creatures, coelacanths, rays, spiny lobster, tuna, salmon, barbel steed (which are already currently available), soft-shelled turtles, agrias butterflies, walking sticks, chestnut tiger butterflies, and goliath beetle are often included in the fall season, but we’ll know for sure soon. At the moment, the only creature we know with greater certainty is the datamined newcomer the amago salmon, which has very likely been added to the assets for this new season.
    • Update: As of September 15th, the new creatures are indeed here! Other noteworthy creatures include the Bering wolffish from July 2020's Pirates Fishing Tourney, the giant blue swallowtail from March 2021's Fluttering Spring Goals, and the bell cricket from previous Septembers making its dulcet debut as a regular requested common creature! These and more will be included in the charts below with a new "Any" Creatures Rewards Guide for fall to come.
    • Summer's requested items that will no longer be requested consist of the following: octopus, anchovy, pale chub, bluegill, darner dragonfly, brown cicada, and scallop shell.
New Creatures for Fall
Fish (Ocean) Shadow Size Sell Price Requested Reward Tier
Squid Medium (3) 10 Bells Yes Common (2 Love Pts., 100 bells)
Pacific Saury Small (2) 10 Yes Common
Sweet Shrimp Small 200 No Common
Atlantic mackerel Small 100 No Common
Coelacanth Huge (6) 2,500 No Uncommon (3 Pts, 1,500 bells, cookie chance)
Ray Very Large (5) 1,000 No Uncommon
Pineapplefish Tiny (1) 600 No Uncommon
Tuna Huge 5,000 No Rare (4 Pts, 2,000 bells, cookie)
Bering Wolffish (prev. tourney-exclusive) Very Large 4,000 No Rare
King Olive Flounder Huge 30,000 No King (10 Pts, 10,000 bells, cookie, shiny stone)
The oyster shell is a common requested shell that sells for 10 Bells.

Fish (River) Shadow Size Sell Price Requested Reward Tier
Yellow Perch Medium 10 Yes Common
Freshwater Goby Small 10 Yes Common
Rainbow Trout Large (4) 1,500 No Uncommon
Eel Long (L) 1,200 No Uncommon
Amago Salmon Medium 600 No Uncommon
Soft-Shelled Turtle Medium 4,000 No Rare

\"I caught an amago salmon! Hola, mi amago!\"

Bug (Island) Habitat Sell Price Requested Reward Tier
Red Dragonfly Flying 10 Yes Common
Bell Cricket (prev. goals-event-exclusive) Ground 10 Yes Common
Agrias Butterfly Flying 3,000 No Uncommon
Horned Atlas Tree Bark 4,000 No Uncommon
Tropical Fritillary Flying 200 No Uncommon
Migratory Locust Ground 1,500 No Uncommon
Goliath Beetle Tree Bark 4,000 No Rare
Giant Blue Swallowtail (prev. goals-event-exclusive) Flying 4,000 No Rare

  • Special Visitor Furniture – Sable’s Sewing Spot and Mable’s Mabel’s Reading Spot
    • While both of these Able Sisters have had special visitor furniture in the past, these matching desks allow these fashion-fabricating sisters to work closely together side by side as they visit your cabin or campsite. It’s also a great way for developers to try to make more money off of similar pieces! Whether you opt for the outgoing Mabel or her much shier sister Sable or both, chatting up these spiny seamstresses will give you a prickly peek into their day-to-day lives working for their sewing shop and even a look at the apparently rare correct spelling of their names! (Really now, I know Labelle’s name is always changing, but for Mabel, there’s no excuse!) Don’t worry if you’re on pins and needles—these Able-bodied desks will be available for purchase September 17th GMT.
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  • Rock Lobster Goals
    • September’s second goals event will debut the ornate spiny lobster at Saltwater Shores. This cerulean crustacean is known for its distinct blue hue, vivid striped legs, and long, spiky feelers. Perhaps in part due to its conspicuous appearance, these lobsters are typically pretty shy and only emerge from their holes in rocky and coral reefs under the dark cover of night! Hopefully they won’t be too tough to catch, though, and because this is Pocket Camp, it will certainly be available to catch all day regardless. I’d predict a small or medium-sized shadow and uncommon-tier rewards with this one, but it’s tough to say before the event begins. Regardless, keep your reel at the ready and catch enough of these and other fish for some Leaf Tickets and one of Purrl’s calico cookies as a reward! Rock out with your claws out when this three-day goals event begins September 18th GMT.
“I caught an ornate spiny lobster! It’s the lobster blue blood! (I wonder how much it’s worth…)”

  • Hippeux’s Hatter Cookie
    • “Well, well, well, what do we have here, whiskers?” Detective Beardo says gruffly as he enters Hippeux’s Folle Maison de Chapeaux or (Madhouse of Hats for the uncivilized layanimal), locking eyes with the shifty proprietor. “Excuse me, sir, we’re cloched,” Hippeux protests, beads of sweat shimmering on his chartreuse, hippopotamine scalp. “I’ve been on this case for bearly a week,” Detective Beardo advances, “and it’s already apparent to me what kind of operation you’re running here… The fauxdoras on the hat-box stack that seem eerily similar to Gracie designs, but the material feels almost like styrofoam… The chintzy jewelry at the hat model display or your signature perfume, Hip-Eaux de boue, Now extra-hip with notes of algae and swamp pepper that some say seems like it could just be bog water… Or the way the 5-star hat-shop worktable’s pages of designs conceal correspondence with Crazy Redd and what appears to be an endless paper marsh of questionable financial records… All of this evidence gathered and recorded by my number-two Detective Merengue, who has successfully arisen from the bowels of despair and crêpe-shop loitering to aid my investigation—you may not have noticed her perusing your store, perfectly disguised as a cupcake!” “I actually thought that was really weird,” says Hippeux. “You might as well surrender now, whiskers… The jig is up, Hippeux… or should I say, Gary! The same Gary that sold me a ‘lightly pre-owned’ car ages ago! That bear trap on wheels burst into flames on the highway, you know! Aside from being dangerous, it burnt my breakfast croissant!” “Zut alors! I don’t know this Gary of which you speak,” Hippeux falters, “but if I did, I can assure you, he would be extremely shocked by this incident with the car… My purely hypothetical friend Gary only stocked designer vehicles exquisitely curated…—” “Enough!” cries Beardo! “It’s the end of the line! You’re one bad hatter!” “Oh p-p-please!” pleads Hippeux. “This store is all I have. It’s the closest thing to a legitimate business I’ve ever had. Granted, that’s not saying much, but—I’ll offer you another lightly pre-owned car, this one so lightly pre-owned it almost seems refurbished, and a whole crate of my Hip-Eaux de boue…” “It’s too late, Gary” says Detective Beardo. “I’ve already turned you in to the Greedy Bell-Counting Administration. You’re in for an audit… from Lyle.” “Neeeeaaaauuuux!” cries Hippeux. “Anything but that!” “This place reeks of fraud, and I’m putting a cap on it… You’ve over-crowed your last faux chapeau. I’ll maybe tell him to go easy on you… if you let me have this dapper detective hat I spotted in the corner…” Don’t miss a hat trick—flip the lid of an ersatz boutique hattery when this habberdastardly cookie is uncovered September 18th GMT!
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  • September Scavenger Hunt – Cross-Stitch
    • For September’s scavenger hunt, we’ll be weaving through the various recreation sites to find cross-stitch gyroidites tucked into every hidden fold. Fasten enough of these friendly fabrics together to tailor pieces for a cozy cross-stitch corner like floral cross-stitches, pincushion seats, and what seams to be the grand prize, an impressively knitted cross-stitch sofa. Judging by the Happy Homeroom classes (thanks, danc!), the cross-stitch creations and cross-stitch wall decor are my main predictions for Leaf Ticket furniture, although the big cross-stitch screen and round cross-stitch rug are also possibilities. Complete this event in full to earn the final 30 autumnal leaves as part of September’s monthlong Red-Leaf Repose campaign. Be sure to log on often and ask for help from your friends with the quarry and from your campsite animals for extra gyroidites to finish the event in time! So tell your local granny gang to rev their rockers and whet their knitting needles… But not just grannies—anyone who enjoys getting embroiled in embroidery. After all, the more painstaking effort you put into the needlework’s craftsmanship, the more satisfied you’ll be seeing it displayed in the homes of loved ones after guilting them into it. Pack everything you might needle for a cross-country quilt trip when this gosh-darn extravagranza inknitiates September 19th GMT. (I’m so sorry…)
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  • Crafty Crochet Collection
    • The Able Sisters have demonstrably been incredibly busy as this collection is kniterally the largest clothing collection in Pocket Camp to date at a whopping 30 pieces! Packed to the hem with side-tie vests, cardigans, crochet dresses, tassel loafers, and a bunch of other items that look either cozy or itchy depending on your view, this copious collection will have you stylish, toasty, and maybe a little broke as we move into these cooler months. Whether you’re in stitches over these well-colored threads or just think they’re sew-sew, this craft-crammed collection comes off the sewing line September 19th GMT.
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  • Crafty Wall & Floor Collection
    • September’s second wall and floor collection consists of fashionably old-fashioned designs to stitch a room’s theme together. The cross-stitch quilt wall and quilted tile floor will blanket your cabin or camper in plush comfort while the ornate damask wall’s olive and peacock-blue tones are ideal for a mysterious manor of a close-knit conclave or a dinner party that weaves together strangers from all walks of life. The crafty pastel wall is fine, too. This tailor-made collection rolls out September 21st GMT.
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Well, that’s all the autumnal intel I have for you now, campers! Thanks a leaf heap as always for checking out the thread, and remember the Pocket Camp Club Journal sneak peek for October is coming up, so be on the lookout! I’m hoping after these cozy fall comforts for something to really scare my knitted pants off this year, but if previous years are anything to go by, Pocket Camp often leans towards the more spooky-adjacent… We’ll see! In other Nintendo mobile gaming news, Mario Kart Tour has recently announced the end of its new content, and while surely many races are still to be had on its impressive cache of courses, it’s still a sobering turn of events for aspiring kart-racers in phoneland everywhere. Thankfully there’s no sign at the moment (at least in my estimation) of Pocket Camp pumping the brakes anytime soon, but whatever may come, I intend to enjoy all the bug-hunting, decorating, and all other campsite capers the game has yet to offer alongside you all! With that in mind, I’ll see you for some Halloween hijinks next month and until then, remember: accepting bribes is wrong. But if a really cute hat is involved and it might help you fight crime in the future, it might technically be in the best interest of all animalkind.
—Woodsy
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2023.08.18 04:56 windkirby Animal Crossing Pocket Camp v5.4.0b Update

Animal Crossing Pocket Camp v5.4.0b Update
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Wazzup all you rapacious rapscallions and rookie rapprentices! Or more importantly, whazznext (?)… August’s jungle-themed japes are bringing some lush and exotic adventure to our late-summer vacations in Pocket Camp, and a certain bug-hungry chameleon is along to help our expedition! Hope you packed your hardiest camping gear for this treacherous tropical clime, and plenty of snacks—for Nat, there’s nothing like a radiant emperor butterfly to tide one over on a long journey. Of course, no safari is complete without help from your friends, so thanks as always to Miranda for help with the tip screens and banners, Bassieeee for help with the text datamine, and to everyone else who lent a hand exploring this update!
Twitter preview for August 2023 in Pocket Camp

  • Version Codes
    • v5.4.0 was 670d5, v5.4.0b is 11076.
    • A couple days after this update was released, a 1 MB patch update to fix a bug that was preventing iOS players from receiving gifts was released with a new version code of ddc31. This client-side update will download automatically on startup.
    • v5.4.1 was released for Android users on July 10th; however, this server-side update only contained bug fixes. (Thanks to Bassieeee for this info!)

  • New Terrain – Tropical Jungle
    • If you’ve been feeling a little restless with your campsite scenery, these new terrain parts will transport your campers to a striking destination in the heart of the jungle strung with strapping vines, where a gushing waterfall pours into a dewy lagoon that flows beneath a hardy treehouse fort you can use as your base of operations, all surrounded by a lush undergrowth of succulent vegetation. This terrain comes with middle ground and foreground options as well as a fence that uses stony ruins to divvy up your campsite. While it doesn’t come with a background, most backgrounds won’t be visible anyway behind the tropical palms of the rainforest, but the cloud kingdom background can add a misty layer behind the canopy; and while it doesn’t come with a sky option either, it does pair well with practically any sky that doesn’t include weather for another season, including the sunset beach sky, the sunrise sky, the mirror-lake sky, and even the tranquil autumn sky! Welcome your campers to the jungle when this terrain swings in July 29th GMT.
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  • August Seasonal Event – Jungle Camp
    • “Look alive, old bean! This late-summer month is the perfect time for a stupendous bug-hunting expedition—especially this year, when our travels have brought us deep into the jungle! But this threatening brush puts us in a fine spot—any young entomologist must learn to set up camp to survive the elements and succeed with their hunt. (And collect all those delectable bugs…) For August’s marvelous monthlong campaign, be a good sport and take part in its main three events—Nat’s Jungle Exploration gardening event (That's me!), the Angling Fishing Tourney (That name's just a touch redundant...), and the Fruit Frenzy Scavenger Hunt—to earn 30 sticks from each for a total of 90 sticks available for the month, good lad! These sticks will be essential in setting up our fine bug-hunting base, and collecting enough will render prizes from our good Pocket Planner such as a handheld twig (perfect for poking at a curious insect!), a carved wooden chair, and the grand prize, the handy stacked hammocks! Suspended in the jungle, one feels just like a scrumptious little cocoon full of juicy—er, cozy goodness! Tally-ho! Our six-legged safari begins July 29th GMT—simply smashing, indeed!”
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  • August Gardening Event – Nat's Jungle Exploration
    • By Josephine’s jam jars! Nat’s deep-jungle journey takes us across crocodile-infested waters and swinging vines across dangerous pits to find the remains of ancient ruins… “My dear lad, legends say these jungles once gave home to a beetle of preposterous proportions, and that ancient peoples worshipped these marvelous creatures as their gods… Ah, they must have had simply impeccable taste… Err, the ancient tribe, of course.” For August’s gardening event, we’ll be planting the vivid botanical guzmanias to attract jungle butterflies… (“Ah, what wingspan! What luster!”) Get the taste for enough of these beauties and you’ll earn rewards for a breathtaking jungle journey, from jungle thickets to to jungle adventurer packs to stone and sandstone ruins! Why, with relical clues from these ruined temples, it almost feels like the truth of these behemothic beetles is only a tongue’s flick away… Get cracking when the guzmania-mania begins July 29th GMT.
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  • Special Visitor Furniture – Nat’s Buggy Base
    • This entomological tent will allow Nat the creepy-crawly connoisseur chameleon to visit your campsite or cabin, where he’ll discuss the finer points of his favorite subject—delectable, collectable insects. He just might congratulate you on your own bug-hunting or show off his favorite specimens, particularly his stunning, lusciously lustrous sapphire-blue emperor butterfly… And no, he is not drooling!—and if he was, I can assure you it would be purely scientific response to the excitement of zoological study! And I’ll thank you not to bring it up again! See how this meticulous master of midges and mimicry disappears into the beguiling world of bugs when this special visitor furniture goes on sale July 30th GMT.

  • Jungle Wall & Floor Collection
    • In case you can’t make it to the jungle, this wall and floor collection can bring the safari camping experience to you: You might find yourself getting lost among the exotic plants and perilous creatures in the middle of your cabin or camper… And come well-equipped because with the twilight variants, this journey into the wild can last well into the night! It’s a muggy matter of mettle and pluck if you and your crew can make it to the break of day! Give your walls an overgrowth makeover when these daring designs go on sale July 31st GMT.
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  • Teddy’s Hideout Cookie
    • You may be fooled by his wholesome image or the disarming thickness of his amply proportioned eyebrows, but Teddy has some troubling darkness in his past… The buzz around the wishing well is that Teddy’s on the run from the law. Copper’s been searching for him for months. Teddy has a few deforested acres in his wake… At first, he defended himself. “I’m only guilty of being so muscular, I can’t shake trees without ripping them out of the ground, grooof! And who doesn’t like shaking trees?” But for some, that didn’t explain the clean-cut trunks and reports of chopping noises at dawn… What animals don’t know if that deep within the jungle, Teddy is hiding out with a treehouse fortress that towers above the forest floor! After all, where’s the last place they would think to look for a tree-destroyer? In trees! And if they do find him… maybe it’s a good story for what he did with some of that wood. Better yet, he can spring from the 5-star jungle hide out, fly away on the hideout zip line and make his escape downstream using the jungle hideout canoe… But for now, it’s a haven for other likeminded criminals, like Poncho who’s gotten into similar hot water for “sword-fighting trees” and is now enjoying some even hotter water of the jungle hot tub, or Snake who’s still not apologetic about that cookie incident and keeps lookout every night from the hideout platform… Perhaps an unfriendly environment is the best place to hide for those deemed environmentally unfriendly! Grab a bunk above wild tree trunks with the king of the jungle gym when this tree-toppling, I mean, tree-topping cookie hightails it August 1st GMT!
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  • Summer Daze Style Collection
    • August’s first clothing collection features stylish camping gear perfect for excursions into the breezy mountains or deep into the sweltering rainforest. Pieces like the sunset and blue-sky paisley outfits and bandana buns will keep you fresh and casual all through a days-long journey while the collection’s bucket hats and crossbody lanterns will have you covered through the storms and even monsoons of formidable rainy nights. Don’t get dazed and confused by the intimidating question of what to wear on your adventure into nature… Just slap on a bandana and you’re good to go! This collection releases August 5th GMT.
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  • Bugged Out Beetle Goals
    • August’s first goals event will feature the neptune beetle, a type of dynastid from South America with a vertical pair of huge, beautifully curving horns and two additional side-horns that give it the characteristic appearance of a certain oceanic god’s trident… How majestic! Unless you’re not one of those people who appreciates a divine bug’s piercing stylishness in which case… I’ll try not to be too offended and just point out you can still catch these and other beetles on palm trees to earn a Teddy’s hideout cookie. Other beetles called for in these goals include this summer’s horned hercules and, joining the three-horned stag in their first-time reappearance since August 2020’s battle of the beetles, the uncommon-tier rainbow stag and rare-tier giraffe stag! All that’s missing now is that old event’s Western Hercules. Where is he?? Out west I suppose. Anyway, the neptune beetle’s formidable hefty-horned form will shock animal campers enough that they’ll have no choice but to give you rare-tier rewards in exchange (4 love points, 2,000 Bells, a regular fortune cookie, and a small chance for a sparkle stone), making this goals event a great time for beetle-farming but don’t get too intimidated when you encounter it on Sunburst Isle—despite its fierce appearance, believe it or not, there’s nothing it enjoys more than a nice, fruity snack. Bug out with the lord of the deep (jungle) when this 3-day goals event begins August 10th GMT.
\"I caught a neptune beetle! Well, it was a pretty catchy neptune!\"

  • Fishing Tourney (Angling)
    • A fishing-themed fishing tourney… How novel! But really, for those who adore the simple art of fishing, there’s nothing better… plus, Chip is returning! (And almost anything is better than another twinkle-lights fishing tourney.) For August’s fishing tourney, will be making the trek up to Lost Lure Creek where slick summer catches like piranhas, saddled bichirs, and dorados will be ripe-for-the-fishin’ for a limited time. Some unfortunate fingers might remember piranhas from a previous event, but bichirs and dorados are brand-new to Pocket Camp, though Animal Crossing series veterans may recognize them… Saddled bichirs originally debuted in New Leaf, while the lost fish of el Dorado has been a summer staple since Wild World! Angle enough of these vacationing creek-goers to earn prizes for a classic lazy summer day gone fishin’ like three colors of fishing loungers, an expedition camp grill, an expedition fish tub featuring a rainbow trout (nice catch, Bassieeee!), and a riverside fishing tent! Completing this event in full will yield 30 sticks as part of August’s monthlong Jungle Camp-aign… Be sure to log in and test your trawlin’ for every 3-hour rotation possible and ask your campers for their own catches to reach the goal in time! Keep it reel when this freshwater fishing frenzy begins August 11th GMT.
Event preview for the Angling Fishing Tourney; tip screens for Aurora's fintastic cookie, the Aquarium Wall & Floor Collection, and the Breezy Style Collection

  • Aurora’s Fintastic Cookie
    • “Oh! H-h-hello! Welcome to Wendell’s Waterworld Wonders. Dining in or taking out? I mean! Oh! Uh—I’ll just take your tickets then. Right this way. I’m still learning how it works here. Everyone was telling me to get a get a proper job and act like a penguin my own age, so here I am! Setting the seafood world on fire, b-b-baby! Oh! I mean the sealife world! On ice! And I’m n-n-not nervous at all!—oops, I almost forgot Georgy my little whale shark buddy. I can’t do it without him! Now here we have the dome aquarium tank, where you may see the Moorish idol and Napoleonfish. The M-m-moorish idol or Zanclus cornutus is a common summer fish you may have seen at Saltwater Shores. Its name is th-th-thought to originate in the unusual respect fishers had for this fish is southeastern Asia, which is not really Morocco, but I guess it’s Moor-ish enough for this fish! And… uh… um… what was the rest? Uh, it’s very cute, like a yellowish-zebra, and this one’s name is Lucy, and she likes to have tea every day with extra-buttery scones! Please say hi. Napleonfish, also called the humphead wrasse (heehee) are a rare fish found in Indo-Pacific coral reefs (wherever that is), and they’re named that because the bump on their head looks like the hat of the historical figure Napoleon, who was some kind of French wizard. And… uh… this one is named Bartholomew, and he busily maintains a daily blog all about Isabelle’s love life! It’s really s-s-shocking, baby! Now here we have an open aquarium tank, and this is the p-p-perfect place to stop for a fishy snack—I’m sorry? Well, what did you mean by saying we have lunch b-b-breaks? Why would I bring my lunch when… Oh, I see. Okay, everyone. Apparently it’s ok to touch these fishies but not to eat them. I d-d-don’t really understand. I wish I knew that a few days ago! There are not really many fish left now… Let’s move onto the 5-star tunnel aquarium tank! Now you can a really good look at these fishies! I mean, specimens! Barred knifejaws and giant manta rays and whale sharks, oh m-m-my! This whale shark might look big, but they can grow to over 60 feet, which m-m-means they’re the biggest animal in the whole entire world!—except for the whales they’re named after. They’re even bigger than giant squid! But Georgy says don’t get too scared—they’re actually filter feeders that vacuum up little krill and plankton and things like this: Vrrrrrrrrrr! Ummm… Our specimen here is Georgia Veronica IX, and she runs a foundation that works to foster and rehome lost and abused doorknobs. Isn’t that sweet? Well, that brings us to the end of our tour! Georgy says I was remarkably mature and knowledgeable with incredibly true facts about our specimens here, and if you want to write that on one of our feedback forms, that’s certainly okay by him! Hasta la vista, b-b-baby! Ace, Georgy wants to know if he pays you enough Bells if you’ll catch this list of fish missing from the open aquarium tank for some reason…” Learn some fishy facts on some specimens (not snacks) from a fledgling aquarium acolyte when this fishctional cookie flounders in on August 11th GMT.
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  • Aquarium Wall & Floor Collection
    • August’s second wall and floor collection will give your decor the backdrop of a glowering, serene aquarium and the illusion of pure solace deep beneath the sea. The luminescent jellyfish wall and floor almost make up for the Nomura’s absence this summer and will pair especially well with the floating jellyfish from Marina’s mermaid cookie and the Electric Aquarium items from June 2019’s Aquarium Fishing Tourney, while the dark aquarium wall will add foreboding silhouettes of great fish and rays to your subaqueous display. Give your cabin and camper visitors tanks for the memories when these designs go on sale August 11th GMT.
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  • Breezy Style Collection
    • This easy-breezy Japanese-y collection with its mellow outfits, overalls, and wicker bags evokes the image of peaceful afternoon strolls and a picnic in the park in Japan. For some in real life, it’s a bit broiling out for an outdoor snack, which makes it the perfect time to flout premise policies and have a leisurely bite in the middle of the aquarium staring at the cycle of life. (Just keep your distance and don’t feed the fish! Some hungry members of the cycle of life might try to take a not-so-leisurely bite, too.) Take a break from the summer toils and relax on a weekend excursion when this easygoing collection releases August 12th GMT.
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  • Flora’s Resort Cookie
    • “Hi, everybody! And welcome to my flamingo sanctuary, my personal vacation-ready tribute to the best birds in the world, in the heart of a tropical paradise! But if this hot-pink weather is getting to you, you can admire the fantastic flock from the shelter of the resort umbrella set or help yourself to a pink lady flocktail from the resort drink cabana! Our wonderful concierge Jacob can prepare any kind of refreshment you can imagine. But don’t worry—it’s just juice! (Vacation juice!) Need a little more time with the flamingo family, pinky? Then spend the night at our tropical resort hotel and sleep in sweet botanical leisure while listening to the songs of the jungle… Our feathery dreamcatchers will ensure your dreams will tickle you pink! Now I’m afraid I have to mention… We do have a bit of a problem here at Get Up and Flamingo Bird and Breakfast Rosiness Retreat… Please ignore all the other birds you see flapping around. Unfortunately, our avian-friendly facilities seem to have attracted every lame bird on the continent! Toucans, parrots, cotingas, macaws, whajjamadoos… I don’t even know what half of them are, but they’re TOTALLY out of whack with the coloring scheme of the place!!! I did what I could to scare ’em away for weeks, and then I got this letter certifying us as a licensed wildlife refuge, and, like, apparently some of them are super endangered?? Helloooooo! That is, like, so not my problem! Maybe if you had some prettier plumage, you wouldn’t be totally flunking at repopulating! I can’t help what’s populously popular, and at my spa, pink is IN! Which means all the other birds need to skedaddle, especially the ones perching on our guests’ heads! Jakey, call Olive and ask if she still has any of those trendy hats…” Flamin-go nuts for flamingos and some other very intrusive bird species at the hottest-pink haven of the rainforest when this all-pinkclusive cookie makes its roost on August 18th GMT.
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  • Hey Manta Ray Goals
    • August’s second goals event is actually the third incarnation of “Hey Manta Ray Goals” (It is really hard to get this manta ray’s attention) and will see the return of the giant manta ray (It’s RAYLY big) (I’m so sorry) to Saltwater Shores. These majestic mantas can clock in at up to 30 feet in real life and could easily be a king fish candidate if the devs ever get the gumption. For now they are rare-tier and can be found behind huge shadows (size 6 of 6, the biggest around). But on your tanning oil at the beach for this event because if you catch enough rays, you’ll nab some Leaf Tickets and a Teddy’s hideout cookie. This 3-day goals event looms large to start August 19th GMT.

  • Smoothie Wall & Floor Collection
    • August’s third wall and floor collection will offer a vivid bouquet of fruit, flowers, and feathers for your cabin and camper walls. Visitors of a feather will flock together to get an eyeful of the jungle bird wall at your paradisal avian getaway, while the fruit smoothie wall and tropical foliage wall can make a fresh backdrop for your smoothie shack, shaved ice bar, or cheesy retro lounge. Juice up your bungalow with a smooth new look (if it’s worth the LT-squeeze) when these fruit-of-the-room designs release August 19th GMT.
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Tip screen for the Smoothie Wall & Floor Collection; crafting image for the Fruit Frenzy Scavenger Hunt

  • Fruit Frenzy Scavenger Hunt
    • For August’s scavenger hunt, we’ll be dropping in on the various recreation spots around the campsite to find ripe tropical sunset gyroidites growing fresh on the trees (and behind bushes… and on the ground). Pluck enough of this juicy loot to craft prizes for a fiery fruit fest like bountiful banana baskets, pineapple plants, and a tropical-fruit feast set where campers will hang out and enjoy their pickings. Completing this event in full will yield the final 30 sticks regularly available for August’s monthlong Jump Camp campaign… Be sure to stick it out to get all those juicy prizes! (And don’t forget to ask your campsite animals and quarry friends for help with extra gyroidites to make it the fruity finish.) As for which items will be LT-exclusive, info from the Happy Homeroom classes (Thancs, danc!) point to the fruit frenzy cart and homemade banana hat being potentially Leaf-Ticket exclusive as they’re not featured in any classes, while the banana tree and tropical-fruit feast set are also possibilities, only showing up in the third class; personally, I lean heavily towards the former with what appears to be a banana-snacking camper interaction. And if you end up with the quandary of Leaf Tickets vs. bananas and need help with this highly spiritual decision, remember the wise words of Aiai from the Super Monkey Ball opening scene: “I really love bananas!” It’s a timeless video game quote to live by. Mango bananas with your primates (and other mates) at a scorching orchard festival when this tropical fruit treasure hunt kicks off August 20th GMT.
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  • New Animals
    • This update included assets for 6 more animals to be added to Pocket Camp for a total of 381 animals confirmed for the game, including Moose the jock mouse, Joey the jock duck, Chops the smug pig, Papi the lazy ~~horse~~ okapi, Mathilda the snooty kangaroo, and Renée the big sister rhinoceros. As usual, themes of these animals are unknown as of yet, and which animal requests which furniture item for crafting is an educated guess thanks to resident villager décor expert Soleil. A big question mark this time, however, is which of Papi and Mathilde will request the rocking horse and modern wood chest as both characters have associations with both items. (I actually swapped around her official guess, so if it’s wrong, blame me!) This is a pretty rough-and-tumble crew (Chops may look regal, but he’s really quite the militarist) ready for summer fun and games, but unfortunately it may be September or later by the time they’re available on islands through Gulliver’s Ship. Additionally, Dizzy, Nibbles, and Vladimir from last update have yet to show, so it’s difficult to know what size crew September or October will bring us—stay tuned for all the answers!
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And that concludes our jungle jam for now, campers—thanks for tuning in even though these summaries have gotten reprehensibly late. We’ll be due for our September update and preview before long, and personally I’m predicting a harmonious autumn theme since we missed our traditional Japanese festival this summer. On a related note, don’t forget that the fall creature season change generally comes in mid-/late September, and we’re getting overdue for a new gift color as well, so keep an eye open for notices on either front. We also have a bit of info thanks to MKT dataminer Koopavocelot that v5.5.0 is likely due October 26th GMT (not v6.0, as some have hoped)—but hopefully in the absence of game-changing new features, the anniversary fanfare will make November a good sixth birthday anyway. Until next time, thanks for reading, and remember: If you see a particularly alluring bug or fish in the wild, it’s ok to have a little nibble. It’s all part of proper admiration in the name of scientific inquiry!
—Woodsy
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