So if I’m reading this correctly, there are people who sexually fetishize being torn apart by crocodiles. They have their own subdivision of Rule 34 art featuring sex and gnashing crocodiles. They have social media chatboards where they share fantasies and exchange roleplay tips, and where to buy sweet stuffed animals and play props, and rate versions of Godzilla and Lake Placid. They go to social munches where they snack and talk about the delight of getting torn apart by crocodiles and size each other up for dating. They even get together in play trists where they role-play as crocodile and victim, often ending in impassioned rutting.
And when someone can afford it, they buy transit to Queensland (at a rate of one person every three months), go there, evade animal control and crocodile management and sacrifice themselves their desire, throwing themselves among the Queensland crocodiles to get torn to pieces.