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[Captain's log : Entry one-two-five-butterfly]
Dear past self,
If you are sneakily reading this diary, note down this tale of interest and learn something of value from it.
Today, while having a Goodly scootering time, I found a most beautiful butterfly. I was planning on offering it to Snippy as a token of my appreciations, but it turned out to be the sporadically exploding kind.
Foolishly, I had forgotten the most important rule of an urban explorer: the cuter something is, the more likely it is to ensnare you.
The explosion of the butterfly attracted others of its kind from the hive, but thankfully I had my extra-moisturizing cream on me. This, plus a good Word, and I was able to walk away relatively unscathed, with only the tip of my hat slightly singed.
I cannot say the same for the local environment, which turned into a massive bonfire. I wondered who would pay out the insurance premiums to the misfortunate District 54 residents and whether the buildings were even insured for such.
Looking deeper into this matter, I discovered that they were indeed not covering explosive butterfly incidents.
Since I blamed myself for the butterfly incident, I went promptly to knock on the door of every resident and offer a formal apology for their loss of possessions and housing units.
You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
A good wizard should always take care of mistakes (even if others are to blame) and attempt to fix them, otherwise an outstanding amount of bad karma will occur my way and that's not the kind of thing I want to have on my resume.
I even offered the badly burned residents a burn-heal-cream and a shiny coupon for a "Free dislocation to the glorious nation of Captania" as part of my apology, plus promises of various discounts in selected malls of captania!
Many did not accept my coupons. Perhaps, they evaluated my newfound country as too youthful and insecure.
A note for my loge book: hire Snippy to create better pamphlets for "Captania's wonders and promotions".
He is not the bestest of designers, but at least he's good at snipping them correctly and never misses an edge, unlike Pilot who tends to make the pamphlets too spherical. Unfortunately Pilot still refuses to touch scissors, claiming to be allergic to them.
The burned residents definitely did not approve of spherical booklets, complaining that text is too hard to read when it is curving outwards and inwards without good reason. I told them to forward their whines to Pilot's office, as a proper designer should always have a hearing from his critics.
The residents' appendages were also not meant for such configuration of form and so they kept dropping the pamphlets, which then rolled down into the scorched stairwell.
I supposed that this was a form of re-distribution of information.
With that job more or less done, I ventured into the butterfly hive and filed them with a report of impropriety. The butterflies did not read my report and instead made it explode, which was rather consistent of them.
I am not sure what I expected, really, since their core function was set to extreme violence.
Persistence is often key to success, I then recalled.
Thus, I kept on filing my reports until the butterflies had run out of steam.
With the residents heroically/bravely avenged, I rewrite the hive with some time-consuming chalk work to create butterflies that are more socially awkward by maxing out their intelligence and shyness values.
At least this way they'll stay away from consumers and stick to their own rooms, learning about the world through the lens of an internet browser, only threatening to set things on fire in their social forums of choice, without actually fulfilling such promises.