Post by studentloandebt on Jul 27, 2019 2:53:02 GMT
My name is Dr. Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoyo de la Rosario Ramirez. I am a cryptozoologist who has been traveling around the world for years, seeking to find out the mysteries of our world.
I was born in Hux, SLD, in 1990. When I was 7 years old I walked into my parents' room and found my mother, Rosario Ramirez, on the bed with a very hairy creature. She later nervously told me that it was a Sasquatch. Ever since I have only had one thing on my mind; learn all I can about these mysterious creatures and show them to the world!
I graduated from Wilak University with a Bachelors Degree in Anthropology in 2013, Masters Degree in Zoology in 2015, and a Ph.D in Yoga Studio Management in 2015. After, I moved to the DSA Capital and opened a Museum called the "Frightening Exhibition of Real, Gross, Amazing, Legendary, & Incomprehensible Cryptids, Interests, Occultism, & Unknowable Specimens Museum" (F.E.R.G.A.L.I.C.I.O.U.S. Museum) to show case my findings and next door opened a Hot Yoga Studio called "Esteban's Hot Hot Yoga". The Museum is always up to date with my latest findings. I travel around the world in search of all the mysterious creatures that live right next to us. Join me on my Voyage into the Unknown.
Post by studentloandebt on Jul 27, 2019 4:08:29 GMT
My first major expedition was into the water as I searched for mysterious creatures that have legend surrounding them. Legend goes that some locals had spotted an animal walking around weird like. After further examination, they found it to not be an animal but a skeleton without muscles, walking around on the shore. After much time of research, cold nights, and wet socks, I have come out with a report on what I call The Ghoul Fish.
Anatomy and Physiology
The Ghoul Fish, also known as the Zombie Fish, Death Squid, and Death Star Fish, is quite a remarkable specimen. The Ghoul Fish is radially symmetric, can consist of 4 to 8 arms, and their average size can range from 0.3 meters up to a full meter. While they may look like a starfish, they act more like an octopus in function. They have no bones but rather a hydrostatic skeleton that moves based on fluid pressure. They can alter their skin to create small air pockets that can act like suction cups and allow them to stick to surfaces. They are translucent, giving their skin a glassy look. Each arm has a venomous gland that can incapacitate prey.
I have found them to be able to survive in many latitudes, from the equator up to the polar latitudes, but not beyond. They are most plentiful in tropical waters.
So far they sound more like a ghost than a ghoul, so why are they referred to as a Ghoul Fish? Because of the gruesome way they survive.
Behavior and Feeding
The Ghoul Fish is a carnivorous scavenger and parasite. For food they can either hunt down smaller animals like crabs or scavenge for already dead animals. That's the carnivorous scavenger side. The parasitic side is much more gruesome. The Ghoul Fish can be easy prey for larger animals and as such the Ghoul Fish seeks to protect itself. If the Ghoul Fish finds a significantly large enough organism with an exoskeleton, usually shellfish, the Ghoul Fish will force its way into the other fish. It will eat the shellfish from the inside, killing it in the process. One the shell had been hollowed out enough, the Ghoul Fish will climb inside and use the exoskeleton as protection for itself. The shellfish does not have to be alive for them to do this, however. I've seen a Ghoul Fish find the skeleton of another animal to use for protection. They will either wrap themselves around the skeleton or dig their way into the bones which can look like a walking skeleton.
While the Ghoul Fish usually does this with shellfish, they can also do this with animals without an exoskeleton, though not as often. If the animal is healthy enough and large enough, the Ghoul Fish can use them for protection as well. These kinds of invasion are by far the most disturbing kinds I have seen. They will latch on to their prey. If they can easily access a orifice, like a mouth, nostril, or anus, they will enter through there. However, if one cannot be easily accessed, they will burrow into the side of the animal. They will begin to either eat away at the organism or almost dig out the organism to make room inside. They will find the main limbs of the organism and move their tentacles into those limbs to have access to them. Once fully inside, they can move the organism around. However, not so well. The organism serves more for protection and as a food source than for movement. Sometimes these organisms can be used as a nest to lay eggs inside.
During this process, the organism will be in excruciating pain, wailing around, screaming, attempting all it can to rid the Ghoul Fish from their body. The environment can become very bloody very quickly, usually with the Ghoul Fish winning the fight. After some time, once the organism has decayed too much to be suitable to live in, the Ghoul Fish will leave the dead organism in pursuit of a better host.
I have found that the Ghoul Fish will become most active in the autumn months, feeling the colder weather approaching and seeking a host before winter arrives.
Of my studies of this creature, I have found they come in 3 varieties; the Ghoul Treader, the Tidal Ghoul, and the Shore Ghoul.
The Ghoul Treader lives entirely on the ocean floor. These Ghoul Fish prefer shellfish to non-shellfish and will rarely seek out non-shellfish. However, the Ghoul Treader is the most deadly variation of Ghoul Fish. Their venom is more paralyzing and lethal and they have bioluminescence. They use their light to attract organisms to prey on. When inside of another organism, they can use their bioluminescence to attract the predators of that organism in an attempt to enter the predator.
The Tidal Ghoul live close to or at the shore. They are the smallest in size of the variations with their average size being 0.3-0.4 meters. However, the Tidal Ghoul, compared to other Ghoul Fish, are more social and live in groups that better their survival, resulting in the Tidal Ghoul being the most common type of Ghoul Fish. The Tidal Ghoul, when in a pack, are more likely to go after non-shellfish animals, with multiple Tidal Ghouls inhabiting an organism at the same time, controlling different parts of the organism.
This is the most unique of the variations in that the Shore Ghoul is an amphibious fish, where as they can venture onto land. These are the largest of the Ghoul Fish I have seen, with average size being 0.6-0.8 meters. Like the Tidal Ghoul, they live close to or at the shore, but they can also venture onto land. The longest I have seen one on land is 1 1/2 days without a host. However, with a host, they can stay on land as long as the host is still viable and moist. While they can venture onto land, they thrive best in the water. The Shore Ghoul is able to invade land animals like sea animals.
Some human tribes have known about the Shore Ghoul for a long time, one tribe I have found uses them as a punishment for horrible crimes. They will throw the criminal into a dug out pit with water and Shore Ghouls in them. The Shore Ghouls will invade the criminal in a horrific sight of pain and terror. By the end, the water is blood red and the criminal will twitch from the movement of the Shore Ghouls inside. While I have only seen one use of them on a person, the villagers have told me that the Shore Ghouls will sometimes be able to make the person move in a stumbling manner, a sight that I do not wish to see.
Post by studentloandebt on Aug 2, 2019 15:38:51 GMT
The Salterinni Crow
The Salterinni Graveyard. You may have heard about this place in history class, but nowadays it's more niche than household name. This stretch of land on the coast of Syvis was once home to one of the largest active ship demolition sites in the world, bringing in massive ships to be taken apart and sold for scrap. At it's height there were around 450 ships being demolished and over 40,000 people working there. In the years after the war, competition began pulling away at the site, taking both workers and customers with them.
In it's final years, strange events began to occur. Strange noises inside the hull of the ships, blood found in odd places, dead animals found in the deepest or highest rooms, entire walls that seemed to have been busted down. Workers felt like they were being watched by someone, something. Accidents were increasing; objects almost hitting workers, more limbs being crushed or amputated, and more fatalities. Workers reporting seeing a strange creature, one that looked like a rat with the body of a crow that was the size of a person. Some workers reported seeing it fly from ship to ship. One case involved a worker working alone in a dark hallway of one of the ships and hearing a noise, feeling a presence. He shinned a flashlight down the hall and said he saw what look like eyes, the light reflecting off of them in a bright whitish-green shine. He dropped the flashlight and ran as fast as he could to the top deck to get off.
Another more gruesome case involved a worker named Freddie Stevens who was sent to work on a ship. He didn't come up for break like he always did, but his friends thought he may have just been working more. Next break came around and he didn't come up. Some of the workers went down to see what was going on. As they got to the bottom of the ship, they smelled something horrific. They said they could hear something shifting around, squishing noises as well. As they went further down the hall, they found Freddie Stevens dead on the ground, his insides scattered, a pool of blood surrounding him. Next to him was a hairy beast crouched down with red hands and Freddie Stevens in its hands and mouth. They left the shipyard and never came back.
The beast was given multiple nicknames; "The Salterinni Crow", "Salterinni Rat", "The Rat Crow". I say we do a fancy shmancy name of "Corvus Rattus", though I doubt it will catch on. The amount of incidents and deaths resulted in the shipyard being closed down and abandoned. Every now and then, urban explorers find their way to the graveyard to explore the large stretch of rusted and abandoned ships. Some tourists to the graveyard report seeing the Salterinni Crow, and a reported 3 have gone missing there.
My Expedition To The Salterinni Graveyard
I set out to find these ships and try and learn more about the Salterinni Crow. It was a cold and rainy day, around 12°C. I arrived at 8:55 PM, around dusk. I presumed starting my expedition at night would allow me to get the best results. The ground was wet and muddy as I approached these rusted colossi of trade and war. Besides the sound of water droplets hitting the many puddles and the sloshing of my socks and sandals in the mud, it was quiet. I boarded one of the ships, my wet sandals echoing each time I stepped on the metal floor. I brought along a polaroid camera for spooky aesthetic. After exploring the first ship, I found nothing. I went to another ship after. Nothing. This continued on until the 5th ship.
I climbed up to the deck and looked out over the railing. What I saw was a black mass move from one ship to another. I got down as fast as I could and sloshed over there. I slowly crept through the ship hallways, following every sound that I heard. I soon stumbled upon a horrid smell, the smell of death and decay. My short jorts practically flew off my body from the excitment. The smell grew stronger the further I ventured. I flashed my polaroid and found a long decayed body. I was disappointed. I wanted a Crow Rat and all I got was a dead 20 something. However, I heard something in the dark beyond begin to run towards me. I flashed again and saw it; the Salterinni Crow. It was only a meter from my face when I flashed the camera. It flew over me and knocked me down onto my dummy thicc booty as it flew up the stairs behind. I rushed after it and found it flying away.
No matter, however, for I captured a photograph of the beast. The legends are true. It has the head of a rat, the torso and wings of a crow, along with the arms and legs of a rat. To find an animal with both arms and wings is quite a fascinating discovery. The picture as well as a feather from the beast will be available for display at the FERGALICIOUS Museum in the DSA Capital.
Post by studentloandebt on Aug 15, 2019 19:04:43 GMT
The DSA Capital Sewer Beast
Warning; story involves tight spaces that may not be ideal for people with claustrophobia
The Capital Sewer Beast is a creature that has captured the imaginations of the DSA Capital City's inhabitants and others around the world. The Beast is described as being a decayed creature that lives in the sewer and tunnel systems of the DSA Capital. While there are multiple proposed origin stories for the creature, there is one I believe that best fits. This origin is one that goes back to the early 1900s. In the 1920s, the DSA Capital City was experiencing issues relating to their sewage; water poisoning, subway tunnels flooding, and even sinkholes. The city government began extensive renovations, deconstruction, and construction of the mass system of tunnels that ran underneath the city. Francis Leblanc, a construction worker contracted by the city, was doing renovations to one of the sewer lines. His fellow coworkers told authorities that he said he heard a deep noise in the tunnel and went to investigate. He was never seen again. Authorities searched the tunnels for weeks but could not find him. Despite all the construction and renovations, no one could find where he went. One worker claims to have seen an unidentifiable person walking through the tunnels near where Leblanc disappeared, but nothing conclusive.
It wouldn't be until the 1960s that the Leblanc case would see new attention. Teenagers exploring the tunnel systems in 1967 reported going into a hole in a sewer wall and seeing a man walking around down there, limping. They shined a flash light on the man and say he looked old, decayed, and covered in bumps, almost fungal like. Apparently this man turned to look at them as soon as the light touched him and he began walking towards them.The teens, like reasonable people, sprinted out of there in fear. Some believed that this could have been Leblanc while others believe that the teens were doing too many drugs.
Regardless of if the Monster is Leblanc or not, the concept began to spread around the city about monsters in the sewers and tunnels of the DSA Capital. Urban legends began to spread about it, including (I don't know how this keeps happening) people reporting that the "Capital Sewer Beast made me his secret lover". Police have heavily discouraged people exploring the sewers to find it, especially after multiple people have gone missing down there.
One reason the Capital Sewer Monster became popular was from it becoming an anti-authority figure. The story that the teenagers reported was capitalized on by then-mayor Gregory Pennicoth for his infamous Clean Streets Initiative he implemented in the late 1960s. The CSI was aimed at reducing drug use in the city and the story of the teenagers was used to show the "harmful effects of drugs on our city youth". The CSI is now widely regarded as being a program based on racism, xenophobia, and aporophobia due to the large profiling and arrests in minority, immigrant, and low-income communities that were shown to have non-significant differences in drug use compared to other communities.
With the CSI taking energy from the Sewer Monster story, so did the opposition to the CSI. Graffiti called the "Fungus Lord" began appearing in 1968 and onward of Mayor Pennicoth's body with a head of flowering fungus and weed, largely credited to be the work of graffiti artist Harem Young. The mockery of the mayor through the story of the Sewer Monster increased the popularity of the story and the Sewer Monster became an icon of anti-authoritarianism and drug legalization. This graffiti still appears today in places around the city, especially at sewer entrances and in underground metro tunnels. The cryptid had gone from being a monster legend that the community feared to being a symbol of resistance.
My Expedition To The Capital Sewers
Luckily, compared to other cryptids, this one is located in my own backyard. Not too far from the FERGALICIOUS Museum was a sewer entrance that I was able to access. I brought flashlights, my camera, and a map of the sewer system that I..."acquired" from City Hall (they couldn't resist my charms). The opening of the sewer was covered in graffiti, including Fungus Lord artwork. There were many tunnels in the system and I spent about an hour down there not finding anything besides graffiti, abandoned trash, and a surprising about of cruising. However, soon my curiosity would be peaked.
Reaching one of the deepest part of the sewer system, I saw a rat that was oddly colored. I would find that it had fungal growth on it. This made a connection to the 1967 Sewer Monster spotting. It scurried into a small hole in the wall. Looking through it, I could seem a room that wasn't on the maps. When they were doing work in the 20s, there were some corridors that were closed off, which is where I needed to check. I grabbed a nearby rusted metal bar and use it to make the hole larger. I climbed through and found whole new (or I guess old) corridors. I journeyed on.
There was more water in this portion than the unblocked areas, making my moccasins wet. There were also more rats in this area. As I journeyed deeper, I began seeing more rats with fungus on them. The place had an old smell to it, one that had been contained for almost a century. Because of the way the tunnels are constructed, they echo in such a way that your own footsteps seem to be coming from behind you and also seem to take one more step than you do when you stop. I felt uneasy, like I was being watched.
I would soon begin to hear singing echoing through the halls of sludge and darkness I was in. I approached and soon saw a flickering orange light peaking through a small hole in a wall as a beam of light. I neared the hole in the wall and peaked through to find a group of people. They were in a room that was decorated in candle light and dark objects. The people were chanting a song and wearing strange outfits. I think I stumbled upon a cult, either that or some emo BDSM group. I believe I was peaking into someone's basement, meaning I was closer to the surface than I thought. These people were not what I was looking for, so I continued on.
The main tunnels would soon end and I would find a small access corridor. Seeing this as being the only way left, I entered. The tunnel was to the size where I had to slither on my stomach to get through. I could not turn around so I would have to crawl backwards if I wanted to leave. I crawled for maybe about 120 meters, not knowing where I was nor if there was even an end and if I was going to have to slither backwards for the rest of the tunnel. It didn't help that my dummy thicc cheeks were scrapping against the wall and making it harder to squeeze through. I could hear noises coming from the darkness at the end of the hall. Eventually I traversed into a larger room where I dropped off a meter into water. Turning on my flashlight I found there to be more tunnels, but these ones were different. They were colored with patches of fungus growing on them.
As I walked through the tunnels with only a flashlight's circle guiding my way, I saw more rats running around, almost all of them crusty and with fungal growths on them. I started to think they closed off these tunnels for a reason. I stopped for a moment but still heard the water moving. It wasn't a current, but something traveling through the water. I pointed my light at the water to try and see what it could be. After a few seconds, a wake in the water was heading toward me. I started running and kept running until I found an area higher than the water, to which the wake stopped. It was another room, this time with a stronger smell. Shining my flashlight into the void of the underground I found the room to be quite large, perhaps 6 meters wide, 7 deep, and about 4 meters high. The area was home to scores of fungal life all growing on the walls, ground, and ceiling. The ground is all sticky and every step I take sounds like I’m undoing a heavy Velcro strap and feels like it too. I also find many skeletons of rodents littering the ground, each providing a sturdy base for the fungi to grow up with.
I hear a noise, like something heading this way. I turn off my light and try to not make a sound. It sounded like footsteps, every second step being heavier than the first. It was getting louder and closer. I didn't dare make a sound. I could hear it's breath; heavy and wheezing, like it was in pain. I become aware of a wet heat coming from right in front of me. Suddenly I realize there’s someone there, right in front of me, inches from my face. It stands there, not moving. I can smell it's breath creeping into my nose, the vapor in it's breath condensing on my face. It takes ages. I’m standing there, unable to move, speak or breathe properly. The wet heat passes and it trudges along, but I stand still for a while longer to make sure.
When I think it's gone, I begin to slowly walk away. However, the sound of my dummy thicc cheeks slapping together echoes through the room and catches the attention of the thing. I hear a horrible screeching noise as it starts running towards me. I run into a full on sprint towards the same exit I came from, falling into the water and quickly getting up. As I run, I hear it enter the water and run after me as well, continually screaming at me. I turn on my light to see where I am going and I flash it behind me to try and see what the thing looks like. The creature is tall and lanky, covered from head to toe in fungal growths to where you could barely make our what they are. Their mouth hanged open to the size of a watermelon. Could barely make out eyes but what I saw were not like eyes, but more like a dark abyss to which there would be no return if you stare into them. I soon found the end of the tunnel where the small access corridor was. I dove into it and tried to crawl through, though little I could due to how tight the space was. The creature tried to enter, but I presume the growths on it prevented it from being able to and it roared into the corridor.
I make it out on the other side of the corridor and continue running. I eventually making it back to the hole I expanded and return to the main sewer line. I swear I need an extra long hot yoga day after this. From what I can confirm, I do believe that the story those teenagers told in the 60s was true and I do believe that this could possibly be Francis Leblanc. While he may be a monster, I believe that the fungus down there could be the real culprit as to how he is still alive and his aggressiveness. Perhaps I may return down there some day to try and learn more. However, for now, I prefer to not eat mushrooms anymore. A fungal sample I got from down there will be available for display at the FERGALICIOUS Museum in the DSA Capital.
DSA Capital Sewer Monster = Real and Needs A Breath Mint