The project director is presently indisposed, as he is still recovering from his expedition into Johto. The expedition itself had mixed results- a large number of samples were successfully retrieved; however, the original retrieval team was wiped out except for one man that has been rendered comatose.

As he is currently unavailable, and that this information could be useful effective immediately, I have taken it upon myself to assemble this dossier personally.

Basic information: The beedril line is a poison-bug type that belongs in the aptly named bug egg group. This specimen is extremely prolific in Kanto and Johto, uncommon in kalos and goes through life in three evolutionary stages. Contrary to Caterpie- their distant relatives and ecological rivals- the weedle population is more evenly split between these forms.

Weedle themselves typically weigh between 1 and 4 pounds., kakuna between 8 and 12 pounds, and Beedrill are an interesting case- the vast majority of recovered beedril weighed between 22 and 34 pounds, however, there was a single (especially mutilated) beedril that was estimated to have weighed almost 70 pounds, prior to be dismembered and set ablaze with gelling incendiaries.

Biology: The biology of beedril has proven to be both horrifying and fascvhjklpo=\

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It's my fucking job, and no way in hell am I letting some fucking POG take it from me. Papa didn't raise no bitch.

I've got good news and bad news. Bad news is your blue water boys are fucking dead, even the one I managed to drag back (Od'd, while I was visiting him. Someone left morphine lying around, and he was awake long enough to not want to be. Better this way, I think).

All of them were torn to fucking pieces- whipped worse than a Kalosian whore. I was unaware that you were sending fucking MARINES into the Union mountains on scouting missions to acquire samples. I've taken the liberty of recruiting some old buddies of mine, should wind up at that place I shouldn't know about around the time you get this. Half are rangers, half are jaegers, all are hard fuckers that aren't liable to be turned into god damn worm food.

I'm a bit worried that most of our big names are getting past their prime; our youngest Ranger officer is thirty-nine, and the next youngest is forty-five, and aside from our Guards there's not any other organization I would trust to wipe my ass, let alone go on an expedition into Johto. The decision to rearm came just in the nick of time, but our training of regional militias into a professional army is only half complete, and the government's decision to oversee it personally means that there's a lot of people in places they shouldn't be, and we aren't taking full advantage of our veterans, because these pencil pushers are too godamned naïve to forgive our old Guard for how the last one turned out, never mind we weren't prepared, were outnumbered, and still Goldenrod would have fallen in a month and we would have stormed Saffron if not for the fluke of that fucking poser, Geir.

There needs to be change, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Good news is that you don't have to wonder if there's such a thing as hell; I've been there and it's called Johto. Took me an ugly ass divorce and an uglier fucking marriage to figure that out it exists, you by comparison, you have it easy.

I just realized that she always wanted me to be more religious. Hah.

In case you weren't getting the reports, half of Johto seems to be GONE. Olivine city appears to be mostly intact, and I met with inhabitants there, and evidently every city in the northern half of the region is gone- burned to ash by some fucking zombie cat. I haven't gotten any word from the Goldenrod Peninsula, but I'm not holding my breath.

More to the fucking point, the beedrill themselves are fucking nightmares, and you're about to find out why.

The FUBAR: Feels like everything here with regards to these things are related to another thing that's fucked up with them- like a fucking cesspool of godamn evil and ugly.

Weedle are like Caterpie; a neural tube and a digestive tube. The difference is that they have that fucking stinger- which is a fucking roulette wheel of painful, nasty, and nastier. There's a twenty percent chance that the thing is not loaded (given the gracious sample size I managed to procure), a thirty percent chance the thing is loaded with a strong paralytic, and then you have the fifty percent chance that the thing is loaded with another fucking weedle.

Here's the thing- Weedle have a batch of…I don't know what to fucking call these. They're embryonic stem cells inhibited by weedle toxins. Good thing for them that they are inhibited, cause without those toxins they'd go fucking crazy and every godamn weedle would die of cancer (A potential target for biowarfare). Thing is, outside the weedle, these cells can quickly divide by using the host's resources, developing first into a tumor, and then into a weedle, which then chest burst, like that cheap movie from forty years ago (Fuck, that long?).

This is, pants-shittingly-terrifyingly, is the second-best outcome. Blood flow tends to drive them towards the thoracic cavity, where they either rest in the chest cavity or the abdominal area. In the case of the latter (which our guy had the singular honor of experiencing), you crush the little fucking nightmare with your bare fucking hands till its eyes pop out, scoop your insides back inside, and then get bandaged up, sewed up, and a hell of a lot of blood transfused- ideally while catatonic (that guy very nearly made it, if not for the fucking quack leaving godamned morphine lying around).

The alternative is that it bursts from your chest, which I imagine is very, very painful, but also fast.

No, the alternative is that you get that paralytic which, funnily enough, targets primarily the sarcoplasmic reticulum of skeletal muscle, preventing depolarization. In effect, your heart is beating, your diaphragm is pumping air, you can see and feel just fine, but you can't move a single godamn inch.

Those of you in tinfoil hats probably know where this is going.

The twenty pound hornets then drag you back to your nest, shove you in either a dark corner or a small piece of honey comb, and then the big bitches- the fucking queens- plant more fucking eggs in you, and you sit there, force fed that toxic excuse for honey- which, surprise fucking surprise, also contains the same fucking paralytics- until you are torn apart from the inside out. Evidently itching comes first, first localized, then generally throughout the blood, then burning, then itching, then intense stabbing.

What the thing that happens after that feels like is a question that's been asked since the dawn of time.

I managed to recover a dozen people from the first nest, and a little under two dozen from the second. In both of them combined, there must have been at least two-hundred victims, possibly as many as six hundred, since I destroyed the nest before seeing all of it. Three-quarters of these victims were children- not as hard to fly away with, I guess.

Egg incubation periods can end in as short as four days, and from there weedle can mature fully in as much as a week. In the particularly unfortunate victims, I found some still 'alive' with as many as eight weedle in their body, three weeks after being abducted.

The 'good news' is that those that are rescued in six days can probably survive. The adults rescued were exposed to either chemotherapy or invasive surgery for egg termination. The most successful recovery rate came from those that received antimetabolite chemotherapy (74 percent, pulling ahead of the second most effective treatment by 15 percent). The children that received this treatment had a 68 percent survival rate.

Invasive surgery was found to be the most effective treatment for those infected for over a week, with a survival rate of 46 percent. With the aid of the one person to have so far made a full recovery (an adult male rescued only sixteen hours after his abduction), we have identified most of the victims on site, and established time frames in which they were abducted. Brief examination on site determined that the only effective treatment for those infected for more than two weeks could be administered by any soldier, provided he has the stomach.

Hypnosis may be necessary to help cope with this trauma, using memory influencing techniques to shorten the perception of time spent captive. Additionally, only one of the victims has made a full recovery from the paralytic- the scientists say that the recovery may take as long as seven months and may not begin for five weeks after being rescued, if at all. Further research will be necessary.

Biology: There is nothing special to be said about kakuna. The weedle eat leaves, that piss poor honey, and meat until they have enough food stored to make the transformation, which can take between two and four weeks. The majority of the population of both hives I encountered were kakuna, but this is most likely due to the priming only occurring recently. They are- as you should have fucking guessed- poisonous- the toxic honey undergoes chemical reactions in the kakuna that in any other creature would cause a very fast, very painful, and very screamy death.

Beedrill are more complex. The ones we have can be split into four categories: Drones, Workers, Queens, and Princesses. The main differences between these are intelligence/neuron density, overall size, and reproductive system differences.

Other than these, beedrill are quite similar- large compound eyes that provide a field of vision of 270 degrees, scent/pheromone sensitive antennae, a simple neural tube along the stomach, wings that act as gas exchange surfaces, two forearms armed with nasty stingers with small amounts of the paralytic, a massive stinger with large amounts of the paralytic, a slightly more complex digestive system that supports the production and digestion of honey, and a two simple pseudo hearts that pump the internal fluid between the two ends of the body.

Good news with these is that they don't bleed so much as they break- a single shot to the abdomen will kill them almost instantly by shattering the exoskeleton, causing the viscous blood-like substance to fall out in globs, too quickly for it to react.

With regards to the differences between each type;

Drones are the most common and run of the mill- basically no intelligence, but they have a decent size- typically between 22 and 30 pounds. These are the swarmers, the grunts that do most of the resource gathering. They are females, but sterile.

Workers are the next most common, but the gap between them and the workers are massive- they are males, slightly more intelligent than swarmers, smaller (18-24 pounds), and are responsible for hive building and maintenance. They seemed more docile when I killed them- it took them a moment to process that I was there and murderfucking every godamn thing in the fucking hive before rushing me, as opposed to springing at the opportunity to jump potential prey.

Princesses are an odd bunch- only you can't tell the differences from the outside, but they are more intelligent (though probably not sapient), have larger brains, functional reproductive systems, and are somewhat larger (24-34 pounds). The greasy boys are still picking through the bodies, but the current kill count on those is around sixteen, so not even close to common.

Examining weedle that were separated from their hive, it appears that weedle are much more likely to develop into princesses when they are not exposed to queen pheromones when in kakuna stage. This, along with the fact that beedrill can recombine their own genes into two sets of chromosomes in offspring, and you wind up at the nightmarish reality that it only takes one fucking weedle to start a hive, which can explode into a two-hundred strong hive in less than a month. You have to be thorough.

Queens are simple- one per hive, absolutely fucking massive- We're talking about a sixty something pound bug, with a large abdomen, active reproductive systems, and a larger brain- not human intelligence, but maybe sapient. The easiest way to find a queen is to figure out where the fuckers don't want you to be, and then kill everything in that direction.

Biologically, beedrill that previously had extensive contact with humans seem to also be different- they can potentially grow the full size of sixty pounds quickly, and have actual brains, (not that they bother to use them, they're still dominated by pheromones, but they can be more crafty in how they go about their orders).

Funnily enough, the scientists have concluded that everything other than the kakuna is edible with simple preparation- cut off the head of the weedle (the back stinger is evidently a decoy, that only serves to scare away potential predators, and to hook onto trees), the arms of the beedril, and carefully cut around and pull out the stinger, and the poison sack will follow. We haven't tried I on the queens- but it stands to reason that the same would apply to them, after eggs are removed or exterminated.

The honey is also edible with simple preparation; salt, sugar, and heat can render the present toxins inert, and it appears that there is some immunity to it (estimates are at 20% of the population). Now as to why you would want to put that Arceus forsaken shit in your mouth is beyond me, but I've been fed worse.

Psychology and Sociology: 'Psychology' is such a fucking misnomer and just typing that subject line makes me want to shit myself laughing. Social complexity of anything except for the royals sits at a solid 0. The drones don't have a brain, or even neural modules for higher processing, and the only neural growth of significant note is the at the antennae - to say these things are a 'hive mind' wouldn't be inaccurate- everything they do is guided by pheromones. Anything that moves that doesn't excrete a pheromone? Catch it and bring it to the queen. Smell a mortis hormone on something? Kill it and bring it to the queen. Queen sends out distress hormones? Head to the queen, kill everything around the queen, and bring it to the queen.

That's not the only thing they do though- all beedrill are able to communicate with differing levels of complexity by vibrating their wings at different speeds.

As an aside, they also do the actual nectar collection, but processing the nectar into honey relies entirely on the workers.

Workers are slightly higher functioning, but equally restricted. For starters, they can't wander more than a half mile from the nest- they have an extremely strong addiction to queen pheromones, and if they are away for more than a few hours they go into a withdrawal so severe they go catatonic. They aren't as innately aggressive; they are mostly builders and hive watchers. All they ever do is build the hive (The two hives I saw were drastically different, they aren't picky with materials mud, wood, leaves- anything they can slap together, they will), make the honey, and so on and so on. I didn't get a chance to observe them until I was actually in the hive, so I don't know the specifics, but it's safe to say the intricacies of their behaviors are also pheromone driven- probably with regards to the walls of the hive itself.

Princesses…they act differently, both when fighting, and socially. For starters, all of the ones that we recovered were born in a very short amount of time- given that there is only one queen, it's safe to assume that princesses that mature to a certain amount are either expelled from the hive or killed. Reviewing combat footage knowing which were which, behavioral differences become obvious. These ones hang back, rally workers, and are the only ones that attempted to flee. They were smart enough to try and sneak behind me and get up to all kinds of nightmarish terror tactics that I will discuss later.

We aren't sure what to make of the queens. They acted like most of the other women in my life; content to let everything else die before it, stooped to taking hostages, and also didn't really start to panic until I was choking them. When they did fight, there's not much to say- it was big and it was fast, but it just charged straight in, and died like the bitch it was.

Comparing the princesses and queens between hives, we get a good idea of exactly what happens- the differences between princesses and queens are purely maturity- the older queen was less able to produce pheromones, and lacked the ability to control the workers as well- especially the princesses. The princesses are born in clutches at random, and are allowed to grow up until the point the queen considers them to be both unnecessary and a threat, and then they are killed or expelled- either by the queen using pheromones to control them or by siccing her attack dogs on them.

Once queens grow to an age where their pheromones begin to dwindle, they don't have the authority to expel the Princesses. The princesses probably then duke it out, like a bunch of fucking teenage drama queens, where the one with the horniest perfume using her influence to tear apart her opponents, the queen, and then place themselves on the wax throne, and then the cycle repeats itself.

Hive sizes vary- in the first one there was enough pieces left for about 250 beedrill, and the second one had enough pieces for about 300. One of the princesses in the first hive wound up fleeing while I burned the shithole down, and I attempted to pursue it for two days, to keep it from establishing a new hive.

When I caught up I wished I hadn't. The hive it fled to was massive- like someone stacked two football stadiums on top of each other, and I went through four hundred rounds of ammunition before being overwhelmed and pulling back. Estimates, comparing sizes of the hives find that there were probably around TWO-THOUSAND fucking wasps in that fucking thing.

I got the bitch though.

Worth noting that behaviors are slightly different with previously trained Beedrill- social complexity isn't completely lost on them. No, they still feel fear and can communicate and strategize and region a bit better, but the pheromones make everything else worth jack shit. Just come out to be beedrill that are pissing themselves while they throw themselves at your relentlessly in ways that aren't completely fucking retarded.

Combat: I haven't been this excited to think about killing something I lost custody. Thankfully, by now I have a good idea of exactly where to hit these things.

Weedle don't pose much of a threat if you're paying attention, they are slow, and their stingers don't have insanely high penetration (a thick pair of jeans offer decent protection and increase your chances of not getting stung). The biggest threat is that either they sneak up on you in a fight (to no credit of their own), or if they attack you in your down time- when you're sleeping or resting. Best way to avoid risking them getting behind you in combat is to push forward extremely slowly in a fight, so you don't walk past them. To avoid getting stung while sleeping, don't sleep on the ground, and to avoid them while camping, carefully clear the ground in your area of debris, and keep fires burning.

Kakuna aren't worth mentioning, metapod could at least blend in and move a little bit, Kakuna get neither of those things. If you can hit as hard as my in laws, you can put them in the ground pretty easy. Course, they're only going to be huddled up in those hives, and hard to get to. There's a solution for that though, one of my favorites. It starts with an 'F' and rhymes with 'Fire', and when you throw these fuckers into one the smell of it will make you smile.

(Outside of the hives, they tend to hang in trees, in large groups, but whenever you see one, take it out. Whatever it takes.)

Beedrill are where things get messy, as you might expect. Different degrees of intelligence, but for most of those the range of potential actions are "Charge in a straight line through enemy fire to your death." And "Charge in zigzags through enemy fire and try to surround them."

Thing is, if you fight one of them, chances are, you're going to fight all of them. When you kill them, their bodies release a post mortem pheromone that signals danger/prey to the rest of the hive, moving them to action.

Course, you can use this.

Ratings:

Beedril: On their own, .2 IU's, in a group a 1:1, .5 GU's, for an entire hive, 6 GU's. There's not a whole lot more than I can say about these, they charge you and they die. Which is pretty fucking disappointing. Now, bad news of course, is you have to watch out for those fucking stingers, which will skewer you like a godamn tepig or inject you with all kinds of fucking nasty that I described earlier. They will typically start with the long arm looking things, and then try to get you with the one on their ass, which has the largest poison sac.

Not a whole lot of ways these things will engage you- they have two modes; hit and run, and swarm, and as such, will be considered under the following conditions; 1) One soldier being attacked by between 1 and 4 away from the hive, 2) Being attacked by between eight and thirty, and 3) assaulting a hive.

Modus operandi for the middling bitches is to spread out over large areas around the hive, find you, sting you, run off before you can retaliate, let the poison do the dirty work, and then come back and invite you over to meet her family with an offer you can't refuse. Now, this is no joke; the things can come at you at over 25 miles an hour at you once you've caught their attention, and from there it doesn't take long to turn you into a shit-kabob. Good news is that you can hear them coming, and they don't try to evade very hard, so you can spin and put a round in them before they get to you nine times out of ten, and half of the tenth time you can kill the thing with your bare hands if you're careful, though I'd recommend at least using some kind of stick. If there's more than one of them, just repeat murder fuck all of them and run.

It's worth noting that I've had the nerds looking into the beedrill non-hostile pheromones though, and we should be able to artificially synthesize them, which would be very helpful for scouts. Won't actually help you when you're actively getting fucked up by the bees, but can be applied to keep them from sniffing you out. You know, use protection.

I need to make sure you heard me right before; I think you heard me say "retreat", but no, what I said was "Run". As fast as you can possibly can and faster. When Beedrill are killed by means of breaching their exoskeleton (basically, by anything short of fire or poison), they release pheromones that get every fucking beedril in the whole fucking hive running out of every crack and crevice like fucking demon cockroaches on Christmas morning. They die just as easy, and they run at you in straight fucking lines, but if you're already in your territory you might already be surrounded, and you have a whiskey's chance in Galar of getting away.

If you're on your own, you're fucked. Sure, they don't all come at once, but they do all come, and at one point you'll probably be facing down thirty at a time. Your best chance of getting away is to light a fire- like most big types, smoke will fuck them up real quick, and can slow them enough to get your ass out of there.

If you're in a group, your best chance is to draw a line, watch each other's backs, and hope that they run out of bodies before you run out of bullets. Retreat slowly if you have the balls, but simple fact is that the more you kill, the more pheromones are released, and the more of the annoying fuckers you'll be fighting.

It is in my ever-so-fucking humble opinion that the best way to deal with this threat is prevention; scout areas ahead of time and determine where the hives are, so we can handle them on your terms. Play nice with the forest animals, so they'll come to us when they find a hive so we can nip it in the bud before it escalates into an honest to God fucking nightmare.

How would you do this, you ask?

Easiest way is to drop nape or chemical weapons on their hives at night with aircraft; they can't fly high enough to take on a bomber due to lack of oxygen. Have sentries sitting around the hive lighting fires and shooting anything that gets away.

That being said, it's not very environmentally 'friendly' (to which I would reply, "The environment isn't"), but sometimes you'll have to recue abducted civilians, which I can respect, and also have an answer.

Typical foraging range looks to be around five miles. Get as many of your boys dug in on one side of the hive in a defensive formation, while having a smaller group sit back right out of foraging range. Have the main group sit around until a beedrill comes along, kill it, and wait. Most of the workers will begin to concentrate on their position, and after a couple of hours most of the hive will have thrown itself at you. Have the boys sent around to flank the hive advance in the back while the large force encircles the hive and lights fires to catch any weedle or beedrill that attempt to make a break for it, while the flanking force does the godamn nasty, fuckugly room clearing that thinking about keeps your average joe up at night. Fan out, but never break into groups of four, clear the rooms, secure the abductees, and put the queen bitch down.

Good news about the hive clearing is that it's mostly workers, princesses, and the queen bitch herself. Bad news is it's in a close-quarters, messy, house of horrors; and not the fun kind that makes kids and unovans scream. You're talking about workers on the walls, workers in the walls, weedle in the floor, and the second queen I took on actually came at me through a wall.

The people you send on the flanking mission should be well equipped, well armored, hyper aware, HARD fuckers. The princesses can get up to some seriously fucked up shit- hostages, throwing injured civilians and children at you only for them to explode in a mess of weedle that all try to kill you, and all sorts of other kinds of fuckery that I don't want to mention.

Civilian retrieval should be attended to carefully, you know, since the monsters can pop out of a sweet old lady at a moment's notice and try to kill you. After busting them out of the honey combs you can decrease the chances of this by applying general anesthetics prior to transportation, and all infected persons should be transported off site in some sort of body bag. The nerds developed a way to facilitate determining lost causes on site, by measuring the amount of beedrill estrogens present in their blood, so you can separate the wheat from the chaff, and handle the dirty work on site instead of transporting them to a safe location where they can potentially infect other people. Better to keep the burning bodies away from civilization; nobody needs that smell to haunt them in their own home.

Freaks:

Mega hives: Right, these. These things are effectively a hive times six. They show up out of nowhere, stick around just barely stable for a few months, in which time they purge the area of anything good and holy, and then they collapse in all their buggy glory. I managed to find a guy that had been inside one of these on the offensive (old pal of mine, that got it into his head that the devil was in Johto burning down cities, and decided it was open season), and he said that the inside was a damn maze, complete with fucking pitfalls, hidden closets for the bugs to hide in, etcetera.

I'm gonna mark these up at 3ME'S a piece. I'm a badass, but two-thousand wasps is effectively a full regiment of very fast insects charging you like it's fucking banzai season. I'm good, but I would need some serious prep-work to take that on.

Or three of me. By God, imagine if there were three of me.

Best way to handle these I figure is to set up checkpoints around the area, with flamethrowers and all that fun shit, and observe the thing until it looks like the whole damn thing falls apart. They seem to be volatile based on my source- the one he saw showed up in a couple of days and fell apart in a month. Better to stand by and kick them while they're down.

Mega-Beedril: Remember the days when we didn't have to worry about these fuckers randomly form shifting and fucking us up? Fuck, I miss those days.

Alright, mega beedrill. First thing you have to notice is that the fuckers are fast- they max out at seventy miles an hour over short distances, fast enough to come in and fuck up a platoon and get out before they can figure out what's killing them. Even better, those new stingers aren't just for show- things are reinforced by carbon nanotubules, and at that speed they can punch through Kevlar and even steel plate inserts. My source says they're smarter than the others, but I don't have any evidence to back that up.

Good news is that you can kill them with a punch, or by arm barring them as they fly past you, or stepping forward while they try to hit you, or smoke grenades or AOE weapons. Damn things are made of paper, and it shows, so if you can figure out what's coming for you, you can handle it fairly well.

For these things, if I don't see it coming, I'd rate them at 1.5 ME's, if I see it coming though, only .5 ME's. I wouldn't bet I'd see them coming though.

Queens: I figure I should make a distinction here. Queens can weigh between sixty and eighty pounds, can go forty miles an hour at short distances, can run through wood like it's made of paper, and have all the ugly tricks the princesses have, plus an entire hive at their command. These are hopefully gonna be the last thing you kill in the hive, if only cause trying to go at them while being swarmed by a bunch of the drones. Still, aside from that, they're just as frail. I clubbed the first one to death with a mace easily even after it got a jump on me, and second one I killed in one round to the body while it was hiding behind hostages. I'll rate this at 2 IU's on their own, but of course, you'll have to wipe out the whole hive to get to them.

Summary:

Extreme Caution is Advised when traveling in areas where weedle have been seen previously: Best treatment is prevention. Never take off your boots, never sleep on the ground, never sit around an area with debris, no, no, no.

Reconnaissance is advised to locate and confirm presence or absence of beedrill in habitats that are acceptable to them: How a soldier should be equipped and should operate in areas with beedrill and areas without is fundamentally different. Preparation for hive disposal should be a priority upon arrival of soldiers in a location where beedrill presence is confirmed, as hives are a destabilizing factor that can evolve rapidly and can dictate major regional changes with their presence.

Biowarfare should be explored: Knowing how these things work, at a glance I can see several avenues to exploit in taking these fucks out of the picture, permanently. Could be as simple as a virus that changes the toxin so it doesn't inhibit the weedle stem cells, and the things die of cancer. Could be something that destroys their ability to produce or detect pheromones, and they just tear themselves to pieces. Or any other number of painful and unethical ways to drive these things into the ground, and as far as I'm concerned, anyone that complains can join them there.

Good relations with Butterfree are encouraged: To the end of managing the threat, especially with regards to those larger hives. All relevant information can be gathered from their section.

Treatment for Weedle Infection exists: Though not with the degree of efficiency that can be considered acceptable. But infection is not the end, and the infected should be made aware of that so they don't go and do anything stupid. What protocols you put in place for dealing with the infected is up to you.

Further Treatment Should be Explored: This…rot will be hard to root out. Depending on the state of Kanto, we could be fighting these things for years, or decades. Further treatments to inhibit Weedle Generating Cells should be explored, as well as means of producing pheromones to trick them, and better ways of treating people implanted with eggs.

Elimination of Hives should be a Priority: By the means outlined above. Nipping them in the bud can make the difference between a casual make out session and a full-on test of your manly prowess. Remember: We fight them in their homes so they don't fight us in ours. Think of the children and all that shit.

Mega Hives Should be Avoided and Allowed to Collapse: Simple fact is that the resources required would be ugly and not worth it. The Pocket Monsters don't need any help tearing themselves to pieces, just give them time and mop up the survivors.

Not a Single Survivor: Like divorce courts, you must be extremely thorough in making sure there is nothing left. A single weedle can explode into a hive in a month and you're right back to square one. All the more reason to play nice with the locals and arrange patrols to keep an eye out for any survivors of the godless little shits.

Not the Bees: As it happens, I now have in my possession a very long, very violent and gory, very inflammatory combat cam about one person single handedly wiping out over five hundred of these things on my own, and every, dirty, nasty and horrific thing that goes on in these hives. This video is a powder keg waiting to go up, but while it is very, very tempting to drop this off at the nearest news outlet and watch the entire region whip itself into a frenzy, now's not the fucking time. I will send this to you to review on your own time, and release at THE critical moment, after serious editing. It is a massive propaganda opportunity. Having people roaring to go kill everything with more than two legs could be useful, but what we want is public support, not public riots.

I wouldn't even be giving this to you if I thought I could do it myself, but I will likely be out of contact for the foreseeable future. I have my own shit to get in order, and it looks like things are more fucked up than anything we could have imagined. I have my own things to put in motion.

-ME