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A caterpillar. A little brown and black caterpillar, the kind you’d call “wooly bears”. In the dead of winter and cold as ice…Incidentally, you know, the old timers say that the wooly bear caterpillar is a weather prophet. If the brown bands on his fur are narrow, there’s severe weather ahead…This one, you could hardly see the brown bands. Tough weather ahead, that’s what the old timers would say.

– Wyllis Cooper, “Northern Lights”, Quiet, Please, 1-30-1949

Servitor of Daoloth, Render of the Veils; Creator & Destroyer of Universes.

He stood before me, the size of a child with skin the color of flames. He appeared to know me and know what I wanted. My head screamed for me to turn and leave the devil to his own. As I went to walk away, an eerie melody began to play. Looking back, I saw the devil playing on a fiddle of gold, and I wanted it as my own. The devil saw the greed in my eye and turned his mouth into an evil grin. I knew the battle for my soul was about to begin.

I was there when it started, the plague, right there in that alley. I seen him, hunched old guy in a torn up, dirty brown bath robe. He had full facial hair, brown, and his hands and feet were covered with it too. His finger and toe nails were long and pointed.
He walked along, saying hello to everyone. When he smiled, his teeth were all brown, yellow, and black–rotten. He started doing this weird dance, held up his arms, and stared shouting or chanting in some weird language. “Eeya,” more digging,” that’s all I can remember.
He split up a little blood, started laughing, and huge rats started flowing out from under his robes–hundreds of them, thousands. They bit everybody in the ally. I don’t know how any of the other people ended up, but I got the fever and lived–as you can see.
What? Damn you, I’m not just some crazy old guy! I was an accountant before the market collapsed again. That’s how it works you know, up, down, up, down. When it’s down the world goes to shit.—Gerald Simmons, CPA.
“The old Rat King,
Is a very bad thing,
And where he goes,
The rats he brings”

–Popular children’s rhyme during the global plague of 2030-2043

The One Who Is More Loved

“Grow Old with Me the Best is Yet to Be” Robert Browning

Stress Remnant

“How was your vacation?” “I feel like I need another one!”  —Anyone who’s ever gone on vacation