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Gekijouban Fate/kaleid Liner Prisma ☆ Illya: Licht - Namae no Nai Shoujo - Illyasviel von Einzbern - KDcolle - 1/7 - Saber Altria Ver. (Kadokawa) (Unopened) - $120
Gotoubun no Hanayome ∬ - Nakano Yotsuba - Ichiban Kuji - Ichiban Kuji Gotoubun no Hanayome ∬ -Bride Style- (D Prize) - Bride (Bandai Spirits) + Gotoubun no Hanayome ∬ - Nakano Yotsuba (Bandai Spirits) - $40
Bakemonogatari - Sengoku Nadeko - 1/8 (Kotobukiya) - $50
Kimetsu no Yaiba - Uzui Tengen - Figuarts ZERO + Kimetsu no Yaiba - Rengoku Kyoujurou - Figuarts ZERO (Both Unopened) - $75
Fate/Stay Night - Matou Sakura - 1/7 - 15th Celebration Dress Ver. (Good Smile Company) (Unopened) - $140
Eiga Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku o! Kurenai Densetsu - Aqua - Yukisei - Nendoroid (#1540) - Winter Ver. (Good Smile Company) - $45
Fate/Stay Night Heaven's Feel B1 Poster (Can be shipped without frame) - $70
Aqua, Megumin, Darkness Plushies (Together) - $60

Selling a few things that I do not want any more
If you combine things I am open to offers and I will try to price-match other things if my price seems too high
Buyer Pays Shipping
Feel free to ask any questions about the item's condition
Feel free to ask for more pictures of the items, and give me one day to reply
For Sale
Gekijouban Fate/kaleid Liner Prisma ☆ Illya: Licht - Namae no Nai Shoujo - Illyasviel von Einzbern - KDcolle - 1/7 - Saber Altria Ver. (Kadokawa) (Unopened) - $120
Gotoubun no Hanayome ∬ - Nakano Yotsuba - Ichiban Kuji - Ichiban Kuji Gotoubun no Hanayome ∬ -Bride Style- (D Prize) - Bride (Bandai Spirits) + Gotoubun no Hanayome ∬ - Nakano Yotsuba (Bandai Spirits) (Together) - $40
Bakemonogatari - Sengoku Nadeko - 1/8 (Kotobukiya) - $50
Kimetsu no Yaiba - Uzui Tengen - Figuarts ZERO + Kimetsu no Yaiba - Rengoku Kyoujurou - Figuarts ZERO (Both Unopened) (Together) - $75
Fate/Stay Night - Matou Sakura - 1/7 - 15th Celebration Dress Ver. (Good Smile Company) (Unopened) - $140
Eiga Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku o! Kurenai Densetsu - Aqua - Yukisei - Nendoroid (#1540) - Winter Ver. (Good Smile Company) - $45
Fate/Stay Night Heaven's Feel B1 Poster (Can be shipped without frame) - $70
Aqua, Megumin, Darkness Plushies (Together) - $60

I've been reading here for a long time. Today is my first post. My cat tax is my own Kitty Von Witty in my Haunted Mansion hallway. I'm almost two weeks now no contact.
I am a 47 year old woman with four children. I have three siblings and I'm the oldest. I was 17 when I heard my mother tell my younger sisters, "You are already dead so why don't you kill yourself." I moved out at 17 but I still drove across town and would get my younger siblings up and dressed and would take them to school. One semester I had an early morning lab and couldn't and they ended up as high school drop outs. When they were about 22, they were living in an apartment with my mom with no jobs or social skills or any life skills in a town a few hours away from me. They called and said she was drunk trying to make them sign a suicide pact and she kept blacking out. I had to take custody of them from her. I got them enrolled in a GED program. I got them in Community colleges and they got their AA's. I got their teeth fixed. I got them drivers licenses after I enrolled them in driving school. I got them jobs. I worked at the Sheriff's office as a police dispatcher at the time and I got my sister a job at the jail in booking.
So fast forward, my mother gets arrested for DUI. My sister had to book her into jail and the cop tells my sister that our mother tried to tell them that her name was my name and that she worked in the 911 Center as a police dispatcher to avoid being arrested. So she was perfectly fine with trying to ruin my reputation and career to avoid consequences. So that was about 15 years ago now and she went to rehab after that arrest for three months.
Fast forward she gets fired from her job and decides to retire and supplement her income by being a dog breeder. She gets dogs and puts them in shows and takes them to Westminister and starts getting like $4k to $5k a puppy but she doesn't sell all the puppies. She starts animal hoarding and not just dogs. She moves into my grandmother's nice pristine home and my grandmother's home quickly gets taken over by 30 plus dogs in the home and 10 parrots. She calls me over there and said my grandmother was having a stroke and she needed my help and that she had gates aligning the hallway to keep dogs out of rooms and that I needed to take the gates down while she called the paramedics. So the paramedics had shirts covering their noses and mouths while taking my grandmother out on a stretcher gagging due to the stench. I had to take my grandmother away from my mother and put her in a clean assisting living facility.
Starting in August my mother would do her famous facebook posts for attention and I would get tons of messages saying my mom was lonely and why didn't I visit her anymore. The police kept being sent to her house for her sucidal statements on facebook. Then she tells me she has rats in her house. I ended up having to help her trap and remove 60 rats from the garage and porch that were attracted by the chickens she had and the 10 parrots she had on her porch. The dogs were killing rats and putting them in her bed. Still she woudn't give up any dogs.
So then here comes the return of the alcoholism. She called me to her house in March and she was so very drunk and the house was filled to the brim with giant empty wine bottles. There were chickens in the house in the back bedroom with no food or water. The dogs had no food or water. The parrots had no food or water. The house was filled to the prim with dog piss and poop. It took me a good week to get her sober and weeks to clean her house. There was so much poop. There was even poop in the washing machine. I told her and she agreed that if I ever found her home and the animals in that condition again that I would give away every single one of them for free. I didnt care if they were $5000 dogs with points . They were all leaving. She said she understood. I said I was giving her a month to sell or rehome the animals of her own accord.
so May 12th I was contacted by her sister saying my mother was blacked out drunk again and hallucinating. My aunt is also diagnosed BPD by the way. She said the animals had no food or water. My mother was put in detox where she was for three weeks. I rehomed 20 dogs, 10 parrots and 5 chickens. I gave some back to the people she had purchased them from. I gave some to a rescue. I gave some to friends of hers. There were pregnant dogs. There were dogs requiring medications and special food. There were dogs that were unneutered and un-spayed. There was a dog with on one eye. I gave away the parrot cages to the people who took the parrots. I gave away the chicken coop to the people who took the chickens. I gave away the animals things with the animals. It again took me weeks to clean the house of pee and poop.
I met with my mother in detox/psych ward. She agreed the animals were too much and she couldn't cope. She started ECT treatment and new medication. She said she wanted to sell the house and wanted a small cottage built on land I own. She told me to start emptying her house. She told me what realtor she wanted. She agreed to all these things and most of them were her idea.
She gets into rehab from the psych facility and gets her phone back and just goes cuckoo for cocoa puffs. She went on fb and said I stole all of her animals and she is going to sue me and everyone that has one of her animals. She just is saying the vilest meanest nasty things until one by one each of my siblings and I had to block her on our phones and social media. Every single sister and brother of hers, even the BPD one, is now no contact with her. All of her grandchildren are now no contact with her. People she was friends with for years are now no contact with her. She finally de-activtated her facebook yesterday because not one person agrees with her. She was supposed to be in the rehab facility for the rest of the summer but my uncle says she is saying she is leaving Monday and is going to move to Alabama where we lived in the 80's and she's still messaging every single person who has one of her animals and I think some are going to give her back some.
My Uncle who lives in Alabama where she says she is moving to is terrified that he will have to become her caretaker because I have dropped the rope.
My whole life I thought the BPD was bad but now that she's 65, alcoholism and animal hoarding have been added to the mix. Oh joy oh joy. My husband had to sit down my 8 year old and say, "If granny ever comes to the front door, you are not to answer it!!" cause he terrified of her behavior. People who took in her dogs are getting threats from strangers on the internet cause she is making up outrageous lies.
So is this it? Am I finally free? I know she has moved states yet but I am so hopeful. I had a relative try and tell me if she moves back into her home and gets older and older and keeps on keeping on with the animal feces that I could be charged with elder abuse for not taking care of her.

Hi there,
I’m a 35F that rp’s in 1st person with a conversational style. I’m looking for a rp partner that’s preferably 28+.
I’m interested in Kings and Queens. And often wonder what it would be like to be a King or a Queen and what it would be like to know a King or a Queen.
I was hoping to do an rp including a King or a Queen.
I don’t mind playing the role of a King if you want to play the role of a Queen.
Or if you don’t want to play a Queen you could be a normal person.
Or I could play the normal person and you could play the King or the Queen.
We can bounce around ideas based on what role you want to play.
Here’s an example of my writing :-
“What time are the guests due to arrive?” King George asks his butler as they make their way to his quarters after a day of hunting.
“Around 7.30pm your majesty” replies James his butler.
“I’ve heard word from the Von Traps that they have a solution to the troubles we are facing with France and Scotland” says King George.
“Really your majesty, how interesting” replies James as they make their way into the Kings bedroom.
“I better freshen up quickly it’s nearly 5.30”. Says King George. “Ready my bath James”.
“Certainly” replies James.
“I’ll soak my bones before getting dressed” says King George.
King George soaks in the bath for about an hour before summoning his porter, Bill, to bring him his towel.
“Fetch me my towel Bill”
Bill quickly fetched the Kings towel and helps him out the bath.
“Dry me” says King George
Bill tenderly dries the king off, whilst Sebastian brings over two outfits for the King to select from.
“I’ll go for the red and green” says king George.
They walk to the main bedroom and stand in front of the mirror. Sebastian having dressed the King everyday for the past two years gently hands him his under garments then assists with the over garments.
“Where’s James?” Asks King George.
James had been freshening up
“Here your majesty” replies James
“And the time?” Asks King George.
“7.10 your majesty” replies James.
“We better head over to the grand hall and await our guests” says King George.
If this sounds interesting to you and you want to discuss further, shoot me message - I prefer Reddit chat and I also have discord.
Looking forward to hearing from you!!

Hi there,
I’m a 35F that rp’s in 1st person with a conversational style. I’m looking for a rp partner that’s preferably 28+.
I’m interested in Kings and Queens. And often wonder what it would be like to be a King or a Queen and what it would be like to know a King or a Queen.
I was hoping to do an rp including a King or a Queen.
I don’t mind playing the role of a King if you want to play the role of a Queen.
Or if you don’t want to play a Queen you could be a normal person.
Or I could play the normal person and you could play the King or the Queen.
We can bounce around ideas based on what role you want to play.
Here’s an example of my writing:-
“What time are the guests due to arrive?” King George asks his butler as they make their way to his quarters after a day of hunting.
“Around 7.30pm your majesty” replies James his butler.
“I’ve heard word from the Von Traps that they have a solution to the troubles we are facing with France and Scotland” says King George.
“Really your majesty, how interesting” replies James as they make their way into the Kings bedroom.
“I better freshen up quickly it’s nearly 5.30”. Says King George. “Ready my bath James”.
“Certainly” replies James.
“I’ll soak my bones before getting dressed” says King George.
King George soaks in the bath for about an hour before summoning his porter, Bill, to bring him his towel.
“Fetch me my towel Bill”
Bill quickly fetched the Kings towel and helps him out the bath.
“Dry me” says King George
Bill tenderly dries the king off, whilst Sebastian brings over two outfits for the King to select from.
“I’ll go for the red and green” says king George.
They walk to the main bedroom and stand in front of the mirror. Sebastian having dressed the King everyday for the past two years gently hands him his under garments then assists with the over garments.
“Where’s James?” Asks King George.
James had been freshening up
“Here your majesty” replies James
“And the time?” Asks King George.
“7.10 your majesty” replies James.
“We better head over to the grand hall and await our guests” says King George.
If this sounds interesting to you and you want to discuss further, shoot me message - I prefer Reddit chat and I also have discord.
Looking forward to hearing from you!!

Hi there,
I’m a 35F that rp’s in 1st person with a conversational style. I’m looking for a rp partner that’s preferably 28+.
I’m interested in Kings and Queens. And often wonder what it would be like to be a King or a Queen and what it would be like to know a King or a Queen.
I was hoping to do an rp including a King or a Queen.
I don’t mind playing the role of a King if you want to play the role of a Queen.
Or if you don’t want to play a Queen you could be a normal person.
Or I could play the normal person and you could play the King or the Queen.
We can bounce around ideas based on what role you want to play.
Here’s an example of my writing :-
“What time are the guests due to arrive?” King George asks his butler as they make their way to his quarters after a day of hunting.
“Around 7.30pm your majesty” replies James his butler.
“I’ve heard word from the Von Traps that they have a solution to the troubles we are facing with France and Scotland” says King George.
“Really your majesty, how interesting” replies James as they make their way into the Kings bedroom.
“I better freshen up quickly it’s nearly 5.30”. Says King George. “Ready my bath James”.
“Certainly” replies James.
“I’ll soak my bones before getting dressed” says King George.
King George soaks in the bath for about an hour before summoning his porter, Bill, to bring him his towel.
“Fetch me my towel Bill”
Bill quickly fetched the Kings towel and helps him out the bath.
“Dry me” says King George
Bill tenderly dries the king off, whilst Sebastian brings over two outfits for the King to select from.
“I’ll go for the red and green” says king George.
They walk to the main bedroom and stand in front of the mirror. Sebastian having dressed the King everyday for the past two years gently hands him his under garments then assists with the over garments.
“Where’s James?” Asks King George.
James had been freshening up
“Here your majesty” replies James
“And the time?” Asks King George.
“7.10 your majesty” replies James.
“We better head over to the grand hall and await our guests” says King George.
If this sounds interesting to you and you want to discuss further, shoot me message - I prefer Reddit chat and I also have discord.
Looking forward to hearing from you!!

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Warum vermummt? Damit man einen "Grund" hat die Demo aufzulösen. https://taz.de/Verdeckter-Polizeieinsatz-bei-G20/!5503378/

Der Anwalt des Angeklagten, Lino Peters, schilderte der taz, er habe den Zeugen gefragt, wo dieser bei der „Welcome to Hell“-Demo eingesetzt gewesen sei. „Als ziviler Tatbeobachter, in der Demo-Gruppe drin, im Bereich der vermummten Personen“, habe der Polizist geantwortet. „Und was hatten Sie an?“, habe Peters gefragt. „Ein Tuch, das ich bis unter die Nase hochgezogen hatte, und ansonsten dunkle Kleidung“, habe die Antwort gelautet. Der Polizist habe außerdem erklärt, dass er und drei weitere Kollegen sich extra umgezogen hatten – von bürgerlicher Kleidung zum Black-Block-Dress wechselten – ehe sie sich vermummt in den schwarzen Block einreihten. Genau diesen schnellen Kleidungswechsel hatten Polizei, Innenbehörde und Staatsanwaltschaft im Nachgang des G20-Gipfels bei den Demonstrant*innen kritisiert. Die Polizei habe mit so einem Verhalten nicht nicht gerechnet, hatte es geheißen, und der Kleidungswechsel sei kennzeichnend für eine große Entschlossenheit, Straftaten zu begehen.

Insgesamt hat dieser User schon 1 mal gegendert! Sein Privileg: Gleichstellungsbeauftragte*r.

Here because I have little to no means of connecting with others: unemployed (recently quit) and not studying so that's that. I would love to develop my social skills and create close bonds with a fellow gyal (tbh, I don't have girl close friends & I'm trying to fix that). Got used to enjoying time alone and I lately realized that having a friend/s is important
So, I'm looking for a friend in hopes of being constants :) constants but tbh we can be low maintenance since we have our own lives to tend to ofc
About me: - English speaking - QC based - In a relationship (almost 2 years) - Will be applying for law school - I am drawn to art (art movements, architecture, modern art, interior design, fashion, conceptual art). I have a twitter and tumblr if you're interested in seeing my preference/taste - I enjoy reading and writing (I'm good at formal or academic writing fyi so maybe I can help you out lol) - I love studying and learning. It can be about anything but mostly academia, art, psychology, philosophy, mindfulness - I watch films! Directors such as Aronofsky, Von Trier, Gaspar Noe, Wong Kar Wai. Still exploring the film world (maybe we can watch together!) Oh and I love horror and psychological films - I practice mindfulness and work on becoming a better person - Physically active. I do yoga and pilates at home, I used to go to the gym, and I walk or jog sometimes! Would love to walk/jog and talk with you - Kind of a serious person! I dont pick up on sarcasm sometimes. I like to talk about things dear to me and things I'm passionate about. So sometimes I can be real chatty - I have my values and beliefs but will love to learn yours and do my best to respect them - I practice healthy habits like journaling and meditating! Hopefully, you do too or at least are open to try the same - Coffee <3 we could hang at coffee shops and talk or read - I really like to discuss thoughts and ideas. If you're fond of philosophy, we could like deep dive in that area (just an example). I'm also very idealistic so I will tend to be passionate about my ideals (e.g. Ph education, environment, being a good person)
About you: - Would appreciate to have someone with at least some of the same interests, values and goals - If you are a spontaneous person that’d be great. I'm not so sponty and am not used to making yaya but I'll be down to join you when you invite & I'll also exert effort in making yaya! - Someone I can go out with—to galleries, chill at my home, cafes, go for a run or walk together, ukay, take pictures together etc. - Plus if you’re into [high] fashion, but it’s okay if you aren’t! I believe people should dress however they feel like - A friend I can grow with :)
Send me a message! You could start with sharing your favorite director, artist, designer, philosophethinker, writer, or something you’re passionate about :)

Background
Canary Islands is a Spanish archipelago of volcanic nature located in the eastern Atlantic ocean, just west of southern Morocco. The chain of islands extends for approximately 490 kilometers (300 miles).
Canary Islands is both geologically and climatologically almost identical to Hawaii, and as such, international tourism has been the main pillar of its economy since the 1960s.
The Event
At around 10:15 PM of June 22nd, 1976, emergency services in all the main seven islands received a flood of calls, with people reporting having seen a strange and frightening phenomenon taking place in the night sky. Most of these callers described what they were seeing as 'a gigantic explosion of light' or 'a massive ball of fire', and all of them said the phenomenon seemed to be taking place somewhere far in the west. These accounts were quickly confirmed true by local authorities, since the 'explosion of light' in question shone for several minutes before dissipating.
Many witnesses also added having seen one or two much smaller red lights moving strangely before the 'explosion' took place -rising from the horizon or from behind the mountains at very high speed, although others added that the lights flew following 'a zig-zag trajectory'.
No sound was heard or reported regarding the phenomenon, and no consequences seemed to follow except for a frightened population.
A foreign tourist vacationing in the island of Gran Canaria took the only known legit picture available of the phenomenon, from the balcony of his hotel room in Maspalomas. Here you can see a bigger version of the picture with enhanced contrast.
Here's a drawing extracted from an official report made by the Spanish Air Force. The drawing depicts a description of the event made with the information gathered from witnesses reports in the western coast of Gran Canaria. The mountains in the drawing are a depiction of the silhouette of Tenerife, the island immediately west of Gran Canaria. In order to understand the extreme magnitude of the 'explosion of light', please take into account that Tenerife is 70 kilometers (44 miles) away and its tallest peak -Mount Teide, which is in fact Spain's tallest mountain- is 3,718 meters tall (12,198 feet). Here's a real picture of the landscape depicted in the drawing, for a better perspective.
Hong Kong's bulk carrier vessel Osaka Bay was sailing from Capetown (South Africa) to Southampton (United Kingdom). The event took place when she was some 400 kilometers (250 miles) south of the island of La Gomera, and her crew did also witness the phenomenon. Here's a drawing made out of their witness reports.
The crew of the Spanish Navy's corvette Atrevida (F-61) observed the phenomenon as she was sailing just south of the island of Fuerteventura. Her captain's account of the event;
"At 22:27 local time of June 22nd it was seen, for the first time, a bright light of an intense bluish yellow color, taking off and rising in altitude towards our position... Once it reached certain height (15º-18º) it stood still, turning its light projection and showing its light source. It remained like that for approximately two minutes, before bursting into a large circle of bright bluish yellow light that remained in that position for forty minutes even after the original preceding phenomenon had faded away.
Two minutes later the light source split, its lower half being smaller and standing in the middle of the circle of light, turning into a bluish cloud as the split half that had originated this bluish mass faded away. The upper half gained altitude while describing a fast but irregular spiraling trajectory, vanishing afterwards. None of these movements had any effect whatsoever on the initial circle of light, whose features remained the same, partially illuminating land and sea, which leads to believe that it wasn't an object far in the distance, but rather close".
Here's the translation of local newspaper excerpts detailing the event;
"It was spotted between 10:15 and 10:30 PM and, according to one of our journalists who has his residence at Valle de Aridane (La Palma island), at that time he observed something that looked like a rocket emerging from the sea and flying towards El Time peak shining with an intense red light. The same phenomenon was spotted in Tazacorte (in La Palma island too). The ferry Villa de Agaete, sailing from Las Palmas, could observe a great shining at exactly 10:20 PM, shortly before docking in Santa Cruz de Tenerife. The shining, which lasted about five minutes, appeared like a rocket that had come out of the sea". - El Día (June 23rd, 1976)
"Last night, at around half past ten, a strange object was spotted from several points of our region, especially in the areas of Gáldar and Telde (Gran Canaria), where most phone calls we received in that regard were from. Our callers explained to us that it was a round object that grew massively in size as it rose, clearly defined before it began to fade.
The aforementioned phenomenon began as a couple of red objects that moved in zig-zag, forming into some sort of spiral whose lower half ended in three clearly differentiated but overlaying stripes with some degree of separation between them. They were of a very bright red color and faded gradually. On top of these stripes there was what looked like two powerful blue focal lights, which began to diminish in intensity too before turning into a thin haze afterwards". - La Provincia (June 23rd, 1976)
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Thanks to these accounts and description of the events, calculations could be made in order to ascertain the phenomenon's origins. At the moment of its beginning (which many witnesses described as a rocket taking off) the sun was already 13.7º under the horizon and its azimuth angle was 307º (northwest). Setting a hypothetical POV in the geographical center of the archipelago (28.50º N, 15.75º W, just north of Gran Canaria, it was calculated that during it's first phase (the 'rocket lights') the phenomenon was located some 762 kilometers (473 miles) straight west, at an approximate altitude of 46 kilometers (28 miles). By the end of its final phase (the 'explosion of light') it had traveled to a point located at around 1,062 kilometers (662 miles) west and had risen to a final altitude of 90 kilometers (56 miles).
These calculations became a very important piece of data, we'll get back to them later.
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The UFO/Aliens narrative (AKA the press cherry-picks the statement of one particularly imaginative witness in order to sell a story of very questionable credibility)
Being the 1970s, almost immediately certain sectors of the press began talking about UFO -and subsequently about aliens, even though there was no further evidence to suggest such thing. The local authorities (the Army especially) focused their efforts into reassuring the population that there was nothing to fear, while at the same time gathering all the information they could gather in order to investigate the phenomenon.
In June of 1994, exactly eighteen years after that night, the Spanish Army declassified the 107-pages long investigation report of what by then it had been baptized as the "OVNI de Canarias 22/06/1976" ("Canary Islands' 06/22/1976 UFO"). Back then very few people in Spain had internet access, and as such the release of these documents went unnoticed for most people. However, many journalists rushed to get a copy of the report, and many of these worked for UFO/paranormal magazines of dubious scientific accuracy. And, aware of the kind of reaction they wanted to generate from the public they target, they focused in just one part of the report; Dr. Padrón's story.
Francisco Julio Padrón León (who passed away in 2013) was a general practitioner that lived and had his office in the rural municipality of Gáldar, which is located precisely in the northwestern part of the island of Gran Canaria (and precisely, where a lot of people reported witnessing the phenomenon. Unlike most witnessed, however, Padrón told Spanish authorities a much more extravagant version of the events.
That night he had been called in person to check on a local patient at her home, and the doctor had called a taxi in order to reach the patient's residence; Padrón lived in the town of Guía, and the patient lived at a small parish some 10 kilometers away (6 miles) named Las Rosas. Padrón, his companion and the taxi driver claimed having observed the phenomenon when the car was covering the last two kilometers of the route (at that point, a very narrow and barely paved rural road). Or more specifically, Padrón and the taxi driver claimed having bumped into it; because, according to the statement, at that moment the car's headlights illuminated a sphere that was floating right in front of them. The Padrón and the taxi driver described it as measuring some 30 meters (98 feet), slightly bright and slightly translucent. They (the doctor, especially) described seeing two humanoid entities inside the sphere, surrounded by what looked to be inner aluminum structural parts of the sphere. These figures were, per their statements, between 2.5 and 3 meters tall (8'2" to 9'10"), one taller than the other, and they were dressed in red skin-tight suits. Padrón claimed that these beings stood facing each other, apparently interacting among them but didn't seem to notice his or the taxi driver's presence. It then began to grow in size until (his words) "becoming as big as a 20-story building" and began ascending. At this point of his statement he said he went to check on her patient, after which he told all people present at the patients' home, inviting everyone to go outside and check by themselves what he claimed he had seen. By the time everyone joined Dr. Padrón to watch, the sphere was already very big, standing high in the sky and then it flew away at extreme speed ("faster than any aircraft I've seen in my life", Padrón said in the report) leaving a trail of blue smoke behind before vanishing in the distance, towards Tenerife island.
In his individual report, the taxi driver made just a very skimp corroboration of Padrón's statement, omitting most details of his version of the phenomenon. It was just a few sentences long. The taxi driver was a man in his sixties (and wore glasses) of very little formal education -in fact, his preliminary handwritten statement had to be redacted to correct numerous grammar and spelling mistakes.
As for the companion (a relative of the patient, who was traveling in the backseat), this man only describes seeing "intense bright light everywhere" and noticing "both the doctor and the taxi driver's agitation". He claimed the amount of light, plus the fact that by sitting in the backseat the taxi driver and the doctor's bodies blocked his view, hadn't allowed him to see what Padrón claimed having witnessed.
The declassified document contained many more witness reports gathered from the same area, but none of them matched Dr. Padrón's story about a sphere with two humanoids figures in it; every other description -most of them provided by locals- mentions the same enormous disc of light in the west night sky. A car mechanic and his wife described it as "a car's headlight thrice as large as the full moon". A school teacher mentioned having seen it from his house's window through a pair of binoculars when it began to fade, noticing its "fog-like appearance, and the night stars could be seen through", and mentioning what looked like a couple of bluish beams inside. A farmer explained in his statement that it looked like "a fire spot", he too mentioned seeing "two blue lines" in it. Not even the sick woman Padrón had come to provide medical attention to nor her relatives confirmed the Dr.'s description of the phenomenon, matching instead everyone else's.
That didn't stop the journalists working for UFO/paranormal-themed magazines or even some journalists working for reputable newspapers from disregarding all these credible witnesses and instead focusing on the most outlandish one; Dr. Padrón. In summer of 1994, several of these Spanish magazines like Enigmas, Año Cero or Más Allá rushed to publish a drawing depicting Padrón's description of the 'humanoid figures dressed in red' in their articles, not only making absolutely no mention of any of the other witnesses but also claimed that the propulsion system of the alleged 'alien spacecraft' had scorched a nearby onion field -the area is full of that type of crops- and that posterior chemical analysis of the scorched terrain had yielded wildly unusual results. We'll come back to this point later.
Sketch depicting Padrón's (unique, literally) description of the event. Yes, someone from the Army - more specifically from the Air Force- was tasked with sitting down next to this guy and spending a good deal of time drawing whatever ludicrous thing Padrón felt like coming up with.
Something worth mentioning; these publications made heavy emphasis on Padrón's education -he was a GP, after all. As in, as extraordinary as his claims were, these were being made by a man of a high level of education, intelligent and therefore (in the eyes of many) automatically worth of credibility. In fact, the patient's relative traveling in the taxi's backseat -a farmhand that had never received formal schooling and was illiterate- said in his witness report that one of the reasons why he did not question Padrón's statement was precisely the abysmal difference in education between him and the doctor, and kind of assumed that if an educated man like Padrón said that such thing had indeed happened, then it must have been true.
A local newspaper interviewed Dr. Padrón shortly after the documents were declassified. And by then, eighteen years after that night, Padrón added some more details to his already bizarre account, providing these journalists with something that wouldn't have been out of place in an episode of The X-Files (which back in 1994 had begun to be broadcasted in Spain, with significant success). Back in 1976 Padrón had already added in his statement that he did not feel fear but 'a strange sense of wellbeing and excitement' in his encounter with the alleged spacecraft; now he was also saying that these beings -which never communicated with him in any way, per his account- had not only the ability to erase anyone's memories off their brains, but they also can "make you see whatever they want you to do for months or years, replacing an 'energy' [his word] in your brain". If these statements weren't absurd enough, Dr. Padrón warned the journalists about not taking him seriously, because in the last three years he "had observed that anyone who had been skeptical of my statements and hurt my credibility in public has passed away within six or seven months, all of them to cancer, eight people in total so far".
Although the documents that included the description of his ludicrous story hadn't been declassified until 1994, ever since 1976 many journalists had managed to get in touch with Padrón and hear his story -the doctor himself wasn't exactly quiet about it either -and some of these are allegedly the cancer victims Padrón would've been referring to. There's no way to check the veracity of that, since the only source of that statement was Padrón himself.
Between 1976 and 1994 the doctor's story circulated in a somewhat obscure manner, being referred to in some UFO articles here and there -and adding their own artistic depictions of his outlandish story. Padrón was already telling any 'paranormal' journalist willing to listen about the scorched onion field. Turned out, back in June of 1976 a farmer in the municipality of Guía did indeed notice an area in one of his onion crops that seemed to have been burned, but that man had specified that that hadn't happened until the morning of June 24th, a good day and half after Padrón's alleged 'alien encounter'. What is more, although the cause of these burns couldn't be ascertained, they were indistinguishable from fire damage. To this day it's thought that these burnt onion plants were nothing but the result of vandalism or a prank. Some UFO skepticism authors have raised the possibility of the doctor himself being responsible.
Picture of one of the many onion fields in Guía and Gáldar. To this day, Dr. Padrón's 'scorched onion field' remains a running joke among the older residents in these municipalities.
At the time Padrón even managed, out of sheer insistence, to get that soil tested. Surprisingly to no one, all chemical, physical and radiological analyses performed yielded no unusual results. The sampling and testing was conducted by Hungarian-Spanish physician Alejandro Carlos de Gyorko-Gyorkos, who at the time was curious about paranormal phenomena and had interviewed Padrón many times in 1976. According to a journalist for Naukas (A Spanish online science and technology magazine that specializes in skepticism and debunking of pseudoscience), in 1992 Gyorko-Gyorkos described Padrón as a man that "interprets everything he comes up with as real". By 1994 Padrón was also claiming that the Spanish Air Force had threatened him with legal action to silence him, and that Gyorko-Gyorkos was a man whose "ethics he'd rather not talk about". Padrón had never mentioned these alleged legal threats at any point before June of that year, precisely once the documents were declassified, a coincidence that hadn't gone unnoticed.
Some skepticism authors have elucubrated about the possible inspiration for Padrón's 'tall men in dressed in red spacesuits'. Not exactly very original.
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Explanation (1994 and 2001)
The 1976 document concludes that the origen of the 22/06/976 UFO -although in reality the Spanish Air force used then the acronym FANI (Fenómeno Aéreo No Identificado', 'Unidentified Aerial Phenomenon') when referring to it- was unknown. In 1994 these paranormal journalists presented such conclusion as an automatic evidence of aliens, or at least UFOs in the sense popular culture depicts then. In reality, as anyone can notice upon checking the report, 'unknown' means precisely that; unknown. At no point in the report the authors bring up rebuttals for any possible logical or rational explanation, but rather they conclude that back in 1976 there was just not enough evidence to provide an accurate explanation of its origin.
The same report contains the transcription of precisely Dr. Gyorko-Gyorkos's opinion about Dr. Padrón's reasoning (safe to assume, by then had already made up his mind about the man) in a military court. In the transcription, and in what looks like a generous maneuver to dismiss Padrón's claims without going as far to humiliate him, Gyorko-Gyorkos explains a military judge that that night Dr. Padrón, possibly overworked and sleep-deprived, misremembered what had seen and his fatigued psyche had create a mixed recollection with what he had seen and what had crossed his mind. As for the taxi driver, this man was probably highly impressionable -apparently the Dr. had behaved in a very excited manner during the phenomenon- and thus in a way Padrón had 'passed' his delusional belief onto him. The military court ruled that "Padrón's credibility could not, for the time being, be corroborated".
Of course, at this point of this writeup a question still lingers; what was whatever thing close to a million and half people saw in the night sky back on June 22nd, 1976? First, let's go over the world's state of affairs at the time, because this is one of these 'mysteries' in which history had been hinting at the answer almost from the beginning;
In 1976 the world was still amidst of a low-key conflict between two superpowers with lots of political tensions; the United States (plus NATO) versus the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (plus other members of the Warsaw Pact). AKA, Cold War. As part of the Western Bloc, at the time Spain had been a long-time ally of NATO. However, the country wouldn't become a NATO member itself until 1982 -which was so controversial within Spain that a referendum would be held in 1986 questioning Spanish people's desire to remain in the military alliance.
As such, while Spain was a Western ally, back in 1976 it was not really 'in the game' yet, especially when taking into account that, unlike in other countries, NATO membership wasn't that welcome. Please notice the year the Spanish army declassified the documents; 1994. The collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991 (and with it , the fall of the Iron Curtain) helped lower the stakes this international poker game, and as such the world would learn about all sorts of crazy things that had been going on at both sides of the conflict in absolute secrecy.
Earlier in this writeup there is a data-based description of the phenomenon's behavior, but most importantly, it's ballistic trajectory. Adding to that, countless witnesses had described seeing either one or a couple of lights 'taking off like a rocket'. Let's remember; it had been ascertained that it originated at about 700 kilometers west and had moved further west in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean while reaching an altitude of 90 kilometers -which is about the lower thermosphere. This had already raised the first suspicions among the members of the Spanish intelligence services, suspicions that gained weight in 1994 -and that likely led to the declassification of the report- when much clearer and straightforward communication between the United States' government and Spain's allowed for a more open investigation of the sort of testing the Americans were engaging in. In 2001 an article of research journalism, coauthored by science journalists Ricardo Campo and Vicente-Juan Ballester Olmos finally identified what was behind the 1976 aerial phenomenon.
Campo and Ballester had already noticed its ballistic trajectory calculated in 1976. In 1999, suspecting already who (country) was the 'culprit', they accessed Jonathan McDowell's database of ballistic missile launches. Previous to that Campo and Ballester had failed to find any useful information in NASA's archives, as none of the launches in their registry matched the evidence, and prior to that -right after the 1994 declassification, in fact- they had traveled to Moscow looking for the possible explanation there. Russian military authorities had adamantly denied their involvement in the phenomena, which directed the investigators towards other leads (while at the same time not disregarding the possibility of Russia being behind it after all.
Finally, Campo and Ballester bumped into these two rows of the database. First column indicates the launch identification number. Second and third, the date (in the Julian and Gregorian calendars. Fourth is GMT time (which, adjusting for a compilation error, coincides with Canary Islands' GMT+1 local time when the phenomenon took place). The fifth column tells the type of missile, the sixth on identifies the launch platform and finally the seventh one indicates who was responsible for the launch.
Simply put, the information in these rows means; on June 22nd, 1976, two Poseidon C3 thermonuclear missiles were launched from US Navy's submarine USS Von Steuben), at 20:16 and 20:17 GTM.
The database does not include location (that information remains classified) but during their research Campo and Ballester learned from McDowell himself that the US Navy's eastern test range covers from Cape Canaveral (Florida, US) all the way Ascension Island. The location of the 1976's phenomenon falls well within such range.
From here, Campos and Ballester offered an explanation of its optics. The Poseidon C3 missile carries several 40-kiloton nuclear warheads (normally ten) -for comparison, Little Boy was a single 15-kiloton bomb. Once the two 400-kiloton missiles detonated in the thermosphere, the quick expansion of extremely hot atmospheric gases reflected the sunlight back to Earth, even though by then in Canary Islands the sun was already well below the horizon and the sky was pitch black; at 90 kilometers of altitude, these expanding gases were still in direct path of the sunlight. This reflection is what made the phenomenon appear so bright and big in spite of the 700+ kilometers of distance between witnesses and its source.
Campo and Ballester's article provided also an explanation for other similar events -albeit not that espectacular as the one pertaining this writeup- that had taken place in the islands between 1973 and 1979. All except one were found to be the result of other American thermonuclear tests, with the exception of this one seen south of the archipelago in 1979 -and finally acknowledged by Russia in 2017, although they did not explain what exactly it was.
Conclusion
TL;DR: It was a couple of thermonuclear missiles launched in secrecy by the US Navy in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The 'aliens' witness was, to put it mildy, an individual with an extreme tendency to make ludicrous statements and a marked need to be the centre of attention.
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Campo and Ballester's work is available online for free, and anyone who speak Spanish can check the story of their investigation for themselves.
This is not to say that the whole 'aliens' narrative died down. To this day, the story of the 1976 phenomenon continues to be shared sometimes in media as 'proof' of UFO/aliens, even though it's literally neither -coincidentally, failing to mention the vast amount of evidence pointing at a thermonuclear test. In June of 2016 several newspapers published articles remembering the phenomenon in its 40th anniversary, and pretty much all of them reminded the reader right from the headline that the 'mystery' had long been solved.
Links and Sources
"Two red giants riding a missile" - Excellent article in the aforementioned online magazine Naukas written by Ricardo Campo himself on the phenomenon (Spanish)
The Spanish Army's declassified document on the event. It can be downloaded for free as a 107-pages long PDF
2016 Article (Spanish)

I hope it does not disappoint.

You are whisked away briefly and your body is not your own. Walking through halls of a great castle makes you feel uncomfortable. There is a pain in your leg acting up from that war oh so long ago. Years seemed like a blur for you, the fighting taken up so much of your life. Barov... Father, you remind yourself, trying to quench the hatred you have for him now. Sacrificed so much in his name and with nothing to show for it. The wounds that made you walk with this bloody cane made you despise him.
But you were happy... it would all end soon. Just needed one more night... and the deal with the dark powers would be sealed. All it costed was a measly baby brother. You opened the door you were looking for. Your prize was there, radiant as when you met her. Envy pierced your heart but you manage a smile. Even that was painful. "Tatyana." Your voice, once commanding came out like a rasp. Yet she turned and smiled anyway gazing at you. Her wedding dress looked as bright as sunlight and you could not look away even as it seared your heart.
"How do I look?" She asked in a familiar tone. One similar to Ireena... though your memories clashed with the one in this body, as you reply. "Beautiful as ever. A wonderful addition to the Von Zarovich family." If only you were the one she desired instead of him. The invalid.. yet someone you could not part with. She beamed at you, and that smile was haunting... you knew you would not be able to see it once more.
"Tatyana... I replay this memory in my mind again and again. We are... friends are we not? You met me before my brother. It is custom that the elder is married before the younger. We have been friends... close for ages." Gods you hated your voice. It sounded so weak... so haggard compared to his. There was a rage that must have shown on your face for she looked uncomfortable. You raised your hand for peace. A lie, but it was a necessary one. Her wedding would happen still. You could not finish your question but there was understanding in her eyes. "Why..?" At the question envy and anger forced your voice into place.
She hesistated to speak. A heartbeat passed, then another. Then sighed softly moving close to you and caressed your cheek. She brushed her thumb against it looking into your eyes. For a long while you felt terrified. Then she spoke with more conviction than ever. "For a long time, I thought you a fool to follow your father. After all, he is a brutal man. Look what he has done to you, I thought. He has broken you, and your wars have brutalised your home. But the truth is, Strahd, Sergei read to me your campaigns carefully, and he noticed a pattern that disturbed and then alarmed me."
She paused but then continued more confident. "Always you do things the most difficult way, and in the most painful manner. You cultivate a martyr's complex, lurching from man to man, holding out your bleeding wrists so they might see how you hurt yourself. You brood in the shadows when all you want to do is scream, 'Look at me!' You are too arrogant to win people over through effort. You expect people to notice you there in the half-darkness, and point and shout out, 'There! There is the great Strahd! See how he labours without complaint!' 'You came to me as a precocious child. Your abilities were so prodigious that nobody stopped to look at what you were becoming."
The silence was deafening. You could hear your blood in your ears thundering. How dare she speak to you like this. A village woman brought to your home and castle you conquered. The one handed off to your lesser like- a caress of your graying hair was all it took to break the anger. The frustration. Tatyana glanced with such pity on her eyes that hatred simmered where it should boil.
"Strahd, my friend, I say this with the knowledge that this will anger you, but you never truly grew into a man."
"I am far more." The rasp was back and the hatred bubbled in your chest.
"Those words poison your potential. In you, I see a great man struggling against a cruel tyrant. It is why..." She did not finish the sentence. "Come... it is not my place to discuss this. It is a happy time.. I wish to see your smile when you see me come down the aisle." In a blink, like the edge of the sun over a distant horizon, she was gone.

I don't know how in character this would be for Strahd, but I wanted to humanize him and make sure that his actions going forward was horrible.

(Being a native Italian speaker, I ask forgiveness for my surely imperfect English)
I never liked the encounter with the Mad Mage as it is described in the module: it seemed too sloppy and unrelated to the main plot. Also, my Barovia kidnapped players from a quiet life on Eberron, and Mordenkainen's presence seemed superfluous.
I saw the LBH video in which it was suggested to turn Viktor Vallakovich into the Mad Mage, and while I do not fully agree with the perspective given in that video on Viktor's motivations, I decided to adopt this solution and mix it with the material provided by Van Richten's Guide to Ravenloft.
BACKGROUND: For this narrative choice to work, it is necessary that time in Barovia flows more slowly than in the other Domains of Dread and in the Material Plane and that, in some cases, it may flow in the opposite direction. This might contradict the statement on page 64 of VRGtR where it is specified that the current year of all Domains of Dread is 735, which is the year of the party's arrival in Barovia. Conversely, it might be useful in justifying Strahd Von Zarovich as "The First Vampire" despite the fact that there are historically vampires far older than him in the various settings (e.g., Ulgar the Undying).
In my campaign, three of the five characters encountered Viktor in his "study", where the situation escalated into a fight that prompted them to retreat after lightly wounding him. On the same day, the party discovered the magic mirror in Baroness Lidia's dressing room and managed to use it to kill Izek. This resulted in the destabilization of the city in the evening, when Lady Watcher's fanatics broke into the burgomaster's house to kidnap and kill his family. This is precisely the moment when Viktor fled: after casting Greater Invisibility on himself, he ran off into the night in search of a safe place. In his moment of weakness and in the utmost necessity of contingencies, Viktor crossed the Mists and ended up finding himself in the Carnival (VRGtR, p.84), where he was welcomed by Isolde without reservation and served as a worker for some time. Viktor's stay in the Carnival allowed him to gather a fair amount of knowledge: the summary structure of the Domains of Dread, the existence of Hazlan, the existance of Mist Talismans and how to use them. After visiting some of the Domains together with the Carnival, Viktor peacefully parted ways with it to move to Hazlan in hopes of increasing his magical knowledge.
He thus ended up spending most of his life in Hazlan: almost thirty years of constant study of magic, first as a solitary nomad and then as an obsequious apprentice in Hazlik's court. Viktor never came into conflict with Hazlik: he was always too intelligent to risk his own life and never wanted anything that belonged to the Darklord. On the contrary: he was able to tempt Hazlik with tales from his home country, ventilating about extraordinary artifacts in the possession of Strahd von Zarovich that he never actually knew anything about. At the height of this temptation, when Viktor had by this time become a middle-aged man and a extraordinaire spellcaster , Hazlik opened the borders of Hazlan and allowed Viktor to return to Barovia to obtain the artifacts in the vampire's possession and, more importantly, the Count's own blood. Viktor did not look over his shoulder, and crossed the mists with a smile.
Returning to Barovia, Viktor realized with enormous astonishment that he had arrived at the same time as the year 734. Although he knew of the failed revolt that an unknown wizard had led at the turn of Castle Ravenloft in the year prior to his escape from Barovia, he nevertheless decided to go along with the events and put himself at the head of it, for three main reasons:

• Viktor was not mathematically certain that this Barovia was the same Barovia he had left more than thirty years earlier, given the changing nature of the Domains of Dread.
• Viktor's ego was boundless, and he would not accept that he could lose in a confrontation with what he considered a mediocre being like Strahd von Zarovich.
• Even if previous assumptions proved unfounded, Viktor knew (from accounts of the revolt heard decades earlier) that the wizard who had led it had survived the confrontation.

The revolt, however, turned out to be a failure exactly as in the wizard's past, and Viktor managed to escape while barely saving his life. Having lost his staff (Staff of Power) and his Spellbook, fearing that he would incur Hazlik's wrath if he returned to Hazlan and unwilling to stay in Barovia in fear of being hunted down by Strahd, he set out into the Mists in search of the Carnival. The outcome of this decision, however, was the worst of all possible outcomes: Viktor found himself in a desolate expanse dotted with ruins of alien and indecipherable geometry, where a mountain of absurd proportions towered over the horizon humming rhythmically. Viktor retains no other memories of what happened next, when the Illithids of Bluetspur seized him and dragged him underground to experiment on him with the unmentionable inventions inspired by the God-Brain's madness. Viktor was later released on Barovia at the same spot where he had been found: the major difference is that now, inside his brain, lives an Illithid tadpole that is responsible for his madness and tries to guide his actions in an attempt to lead him back to Strahd von Zarovich so that he can gather information concerning the vampire. The tadpole does not have stable control over Viktor, but keeps him away from human settlements and tries to push him to Ravenloft Castle; for his part, Viktor has moments of complete lucidity in which he wanders as far away from the castle as possible despite having no idea what brings him near it and not retaining the memory of his wandering for much of the day. The tadpole can be removed through Greater Restoration, but Viktor is unaware of this.

The Tadpole / Viktor Vallakovich, The Mad Mage
Roll a d100 every 1d4 hours. If 60 or less, use “The Tadpole” traits. If 61 or more, use “Viktor” traits.
Personality Trait. The Tadpole: “I need to reach Ravenloft, and get close to Strahd.”
Viktor: “I need to run away from the castle. I don’t know why i keep walking over there, but i will find it out”
Ideal. The Tadpole: “My mission is to infect Strahd von Zarovich.”
Viktor: “I have to recover my sanity and my lost memories”
Bond. The Tadpole: “The God-Brain prosperity matters more than the universe itself”
Viktor: “Barovia deserve the best possible ruler, and i’m the best individual i know”
Flaw. The Tadpole: “Human civilization is dangerous for they may recognize my host. I need to avoid villages”
Viktor: “I can’t travel to Vallaki until i’m sure that the young myself is gone”

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If healed from his madness, Viktor will set to work to proceed with his plans. He must recover his staff (Staff of Power) and his Spellbook lost in the confrontation with Strahd, but he does not have the courage to venture inside Ravenloft. Once he obtains his tools, Viktor will try to instigate a new revolt in the Barovian population.
Viktor has remained the Viktor of old: sadistic, incapable of empathy, and deeply disturbed. Viktor is not evil in the active sense of the word (he will not procure pain for fun or out of frustration, just like his father), but he feels no remorse for his behavior and places himself above all ethics. He sees the party as a tool in his hands to eliminate what he believes to be the only obstacle between himself and power over Barovia, namely Strahd. Viktor is unfamiliar with the Amber Temple, and his studies have not given him the tools to understand the origin of Strahd's power: he is intimately convinced that he is dealing with a mediocre spellcaster whom luck or chance has helped to seize a power that does not really belong to him.

Viktor Vallakovich, restored
Personality Trait. “I’m the best mage that Barovia has ever seen, maybe the best one that has ever lived. I deserve to claim this land as mine”
Ideal. “Non-spellcasters are useless cattle in the hands of magic users”
Bond. “Magic matters more than everything”
Flaw. “Strahd was lucky. I can beat him easily”

P.s. not sure this can qualify as "Guide". Any suggestion about post tag Is welcome. 😁

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quick repost since I forgot to flair the original
October 25th 1519
Hartenfels Castle, Torgau
The sun had nearly finished its descent towards the horizon when distant bells could be heard in the far distance. The guards patroling the walls of Hartefels castle scrambled to action, peering out from every corner to location the origin of the ringing.
"Look!"
A number of guards ran to the eastern wall. Out in the distance plumes of thick black smoke could be seen forming, followed by the faint dancing of flames, almost as if the stars had transported themselves to earth. The captain of the guard, Konrad von Dobern finally made his way up to the wall.
"Captain...is that...Bad Liebenwerda ?" questioned his sergeant, Karl
Konrad squinted, his stomach churning with dread.
"Yes it is Karl, get a messenger to Wittenberg and Weimar, tell them we have bandits that need dealing with."
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November 11th
Just outside Torgau
Fritz entered the command tent, fully dressed in his armour. Already inside were his uncle Johann and mercenary commander Johannes Bruhl, along with other aides and the young Johann friedrich and Philip, though they would not be fighting in the coming battle
"Uncle, my scouts have located the bandit camp, they're in the forest north of Trobitz"
"Perfect, we ride at dawn, hopefully we can catch them by surprise as they gorge themselves on their plunder. Johannes, are the men ready?"
The grizzled commander of countless battles sighed
"As ready as can be my Lord. They are peasants after all, not much me and my men can do in two weeks."
"Something is better than nothing. We outnumber and outmatch these fiends, that is not the problem. What is imperative is that we capture their leaders alive. I want to know who they work for. No sane man raids the lands of an Elector without sizable payment first."
"Uncle Georg?" asked Johann Friedrich
"I will not point finger just yet son. Georg is ruthless but he does have some principles"
"Nevertheless, he is on the top of our suspect list Uncle. The bandits have been raiding all along our parts of the low road..."
"As I said nephew, lets not jump to conclusions"
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November 17th
The village of Trobitz
"Uncle!"
Fritz dragged the blooded man and threw him to the ground at Johann's feet
"Here's the bandits leader, and back there are some other high ranking officers. They were all huddled together, cowering in fear in a tent full of loot."
"Good job nephew! Johannes has been teaching you well. Now, you. What is your name?"
The bandit tried to stand up, Fritz quickly pushing him back down on his knees
"Wilhelm"
"Who hired you to raid my lands Wilhelm?"
"nobody you hereti-"
Fritz slapped the man, sending him back down to the floor. Johann sighed
"I'll ask that once again, bandit. Who. Hired. You?"
Wilhelm spat at Johann's feet, earning him a kick to the stomach. Fritz now turned to the rest of the bandits leaders
"Anyone here that confesses to who hired them will live to see the end of the day!"
A meek man, not what one mighty normally think of as a bandit stepped forward
"We...we were hired...hired by rich men...rich merchants from Dresden"
Fritz looked back at his uncle. Both knew what this meant
"Come, on! Names, now!"
"They didn't tell us their names, please you have to believe us, they just send a hooded figure to see the captain and hire him to raid the Ernestine low road."
Johann walked forward towards the man
"Thank you for listening to reason. Fritz, gather all these men and place them under heavy guard in Torgau. It seems my cousin has a lot to answer for"
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meta: Some bandits raided my lands and i found out some Ducal Saxon Merchants were behind it

In the beginning, u/SpacePaladin15 created the Nature of Predators.The Nature of Predators was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the screen; and the Spirit of Spacepaladin15 was moving over the face of the paragraphs.And Spacepaladin15 said, "Let there be carnivores"; and there were carnivores. And Spacepaladin15 saw that the carnivores were good; and Spacepaladin15 separated the carnivores from the herbivores. Spacepaladin called the carnivores Predators, and the herbivores he called Prey. And there were packs and there were herds, one chapter.
CW: Literally Space Hitler + xeno slavery
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Memory transcription subject: Führer Erik Von Koch of the Menschenreich
Date [standardized human time]: May 6, 2142
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I opened my eyes as the definitive clacking of heels grew ever closer to the threshold of my dressing room. Looking straight ahead, I silently observed the untertier-servants in the mirror while they prepared me for the long day ahead of me. The declawed gojid filing my right hand dedicated itself to its work, most likely to intentionally avoid eye contact. To my left, a violet-colored krakotl with a liberally clipped beak brushed the tangles out of my long golden hair while shivering slightly upon noticing my gaze in the reflection. Below me crouched in front of my seat underneath the table was my servant-pet, Jeko, shining my boots. The young little venlil noticed me looking down at him and began beaming with obvious enjoyment, his tail wagging and ears twitching adorably. Unlike the others, this animal did not fear me, for I had been raising him since he was just a little mewling pup.
"Am I doing a good job, master? Are your boots shiny enough?" he asked with an innocent head tilt.
Looking down at my boots, I could see a glint in the glossy surface, even whilst concealed by the poor lighting. I couldn't help but respond with a slight smile and reach down with my free hand to stroke his creamy fur. he pushed his head back against the touch with his bestial eyes closed.
"You've done such a great job, my little lamb-chop! You're already becoming such a good little helper, aren't you?"
Jeko merely giggled, as the other servants continued their work with what seemed to be a newfound sense of morbid awkwardness. It was obvious that the other untertiere found the concept of pets to be quite disturbing. Why this is, exactly, very few knew the truth. Some like to theorize it stems from some form of contempt for the beasts who willingly fawn to their superiors, resulting in some crude sense of pride being wounded in the process of watching one of their own gleefully lower themself to such a level. But I personally think that gives them a bit too much credit and pertain to a different explanation; that it is a sense of envy rather than contempt that jars them so. Perhaps they look upon those blissfully ignorant eyes and wish they too could experience such shameless joy. Or perhaps they simply notice the obvious preferential treatment given to them by their masters and feel envious. Either way, I've always found it quite amusing, which is why I had begun letting Jeko chip in during my morning routine.
"My Führer, you've been personally requested at your office in the Volkshalle with due haste... It's the hotline," my secretary informed me at the door.
I looked up at the short-haired woman with a momentary surprise. "Already? But I haven't even had breakfast yet. Shit... Alright, alright... I'll be out in a second... Wrap it up, you animals!"
I should've expected this much. After what I had.. ahem, failed to notice what Jägermeister Wilson just did in this latest campaign on the spur-distal front, I knew it was only a matter of time before I had Chief President Calamari Killjoy crawling up my ass. swivelling my chair around I promptly stood up, taking one last peak in the mirror to adjust my uniform and inspect the work of my servants. Seeing that it was adequate enough for the rushed job, I shooed the creatures away to their other tasks while bounding towards the hall. Reaching the end of my living quarters, two guards on the other side of the double doors greeted me in salute as I pushed the doors open. Continuing past them, I marched through the dark cryptoporticus lined with even more saluting guards until the hallway opened up into the ever-impressive dome of the Volkshalle, a sight that never grew old. I couldn't help but stop and stare at and admire the massive hall yet again for a few seconds of my valuable time before I continued on my way. A flight of beautifully detailed marbled stairs and a couple more turns later and I found myself pushing past the guards of the Führer's office before they could even properly salute me. Quickly closing the door behind me and locking it shut, I scanned the perimeter of the office, and noticing I was entirely alone and there was nothing out of place, I took a deep breath and calmly walked over to the holo screen waiting for me at the end of the massive table. Sitting myself down at the head of the table, the iconic crimson insignia of the Menschenreich and two golden statues of the great eagle clutching its talons upon the globe stood gloriously behind my visage. Steeling myself, I let out a sigh and pushed the "accept" button on the video chat. The screen lit up and momentarily flashed with white before a fuzzy image of an all too familiar hideous blue beast buffered and cleared up.
"Von Koch? Von Koch? There you are!" Gurgled out the oversized amphibian-mollusk thing. Her bulbous protruding eyes squinted with irritation and her generous width was hugged by crossed tentacles. "Have you any idea how long I've been waiting for you to stalk your way out of your lair!?"
Instead of yelling back, I politely bore my teeth at her, being sure to show off my slightly larger than average canines. "And a good morning to you too, Miss Universe. Or is it evening on your hemisphere of Aafa? Anyway, long time no see! Tell me, how have things been faring on the.. fairer side of space?"
Chief Lellaete scoffed at my nonchalant demeanor and begin rapidly flicking through her screen with a tendril. "You tell me."
Eventually, video footage of the glorious fall of the dossur homeworld, the triumphant victory of mankind over the foul krakotl-led defense fleet that tried to vainly defend it, and finally live feed of the beginning stages of the glassing of the planet all appeared before me.
"What's the problem? Just looks like business as usual to me..." I smirked.
Gritting her teeth, her blue face seemed to take a hue of purple, which was both impressive and horrifying as I never realized kolshians could do that. "The problem is that you've overextended by tens of lightyears more than we agreed to! You said this campaign would just be a 'little expansion of necessity.' This does not look very 'little' to me!"
"Oh come on, thirty light-years can't be that big. Not for you guys, at least. Our territory is still nowhere near a single core world. I think you're blowing this a bit out of proportion. What value did the dossur ever offer to the Federation, anyways?"
"One of your hunter misers or whatever the hell you call them just bombed four more homeworlds into shambles within the last eight months! You predators are out of line! This wasn't part of the agreement! Back off now or you will face the wrath of Aafa in full strength!"
Wincing and sucking in air between my teeth, I held out my arms and presented my palms in a surrendering manner. "Alright, alright... Listen, you know how human nature is. We sometimes get a bit ahead of ourselves. Moreover, keeping up morale is very important for us, and out of all my Jägermeisters, Wilson knows this best. That's just how he is. Always going for the moral victory and whatnot..."
I trailed off as I noticed Lellaete's face was somehow an even more violet shade of purple than it was before. Seeking to defuse the situation before she blew her gasket, I continued just before she could open her wide mouth.
"That being said, I realize he has been perhaps a bit.. too zealous in his duties. So all you have to do is send an extermination fleet or two to the other side of the front and I'll have the perfect reason to pull him off and tell him to defend. Now isn't that awfully convenient for the little rodents? Then, we can allll take a deep breath and settle down for some more casual cattle raiding and predator exterminations for the next few years with our campaign declared a partial success and your extermination fleets celebrating another sobering pyrrhic victory to put the fear of predators into them. How does that sound to you, Chief?"
The kolshian bowed her head and squinted her eyes at me in tense silence before straightening back up with a sudden calm that was a bit unnerving even to me. "Very well. But we will also be taking back the Sethmokin homeworld."
dammit, that was the one I wanted to keep!
The unusually low gravity of the Sethmokin homeworld Ithilus combined with its mild temperature and mineral-rich crust made it an ideal place for a space elevator supported industrial megacenter. The kolshians clearly knew this too, as evidenced by Chief Lellaete singling it out and prying it from my hands with no hint of subtly whatsoever. Unfortunately, they seem to be slowly catching on to my gradual ramping up of industry. Not wanting to push my luck any further, I had no choice but to concede with what I had already gotten, lest the "predator-prey agreement" falls apart.
"Excellent!" I beamed at the frowning slimy herbivore as the pads of my digits pressed together. "I'm glad we could settle this issue peacefully."
"Stay in line, Von Koch. We never had to use the hotline with your predecessors nearly as much as with you. We can't have things looking too dire, or too relaxed. The Federation needs a predator, just as you need prey."
"Yes, yes, I understand, the Ewigkeitskrieg must continue forever and all that..."
"Hmph! Good to know even a beast as unruly as yourself can see reason."
I bite my tongue, instead shutting my eyes and spotting a closed-mouth smile in an exaggeratedly polite manner before reaching over to terminate the call. If I had to spend one more moment speaking to this detestable thing I might just pop a cyanide pill into my mouth. At the very least, nothing too problematic or convoluted happened to complicate future plans.
"Well, if that will be all then, don't hesitate to call again, Chief! After all, I know how you herd animals can get rather needy after all soo.." I chirped at my greatest adversary and accomplice.
"Wait. There is one more thing I need to tell you."
My finger which hovered over the "end" button strained and slowly curled into a white-knuckled fist.
Now what could it possibly be, my ectolan friend?" I answered, still smiling with my clenched fist above the holo pad surface.
"You humans are no longer alone. There's another predator race in the galaxy."
The awkward smile slowly dissipated from my face and my eyes opened up to gaze at the kolshian. I had to be sure I was hearing things right.
"What?"
"You heard me. We believe there is now a second predator race in the galaxy. One that is even more carnivorous than you, in fact, and they have just developed faster-than-light travel."
"How?" Was all I could croak out of my slacked jaw.
"My, such a prey-like look on your face!" snickered Chief Lellaete. "But if you must know, it was... Well, we are equally shocked, really. The farsul discovered them and spent decades observing them, as they usually do with primitives. They told us they destroyed themselves in their world's fourth world war after developing the atomic bomb about three hundred years ago. But it seems they either somehow survived nuclear armageddon or the armageddon part never happened in the first place. And before you ask, yes, that is all the Farsul States will tell us. A simple, careless error on their part for failing to confirm their extinction..."
I sat there completely stunned into silence.
Is it really true? After all these years of being alone, there is finally a second race of predators? Of people? Of übertiere?
The kolshian took my silence as an invitation to continue elaborating. "They call themselves the arxur, and their existence has already begun muddying up the waters."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What I mean is that they have only been spacefaring for two months, and already they have allied with the thafki and convinced them to seemingly betray the Federation.
"Th-they allied with the prey!?"
"It's disgusting, I know, but it seems to be the truth. Our kinds are meant to be in eternal opposition. No one was around to give them the memo, apparently." Lellaete answered monotonously.
Bringing a palm to my temple and resting the elbow on the armrest, my mind began racing before a far more pressing matter revealed itself. "And why are you telling me all this, exactly?" My eyes narrowed.
"Because I don't trust a single cube in your icebox, Von Koch. I'm telling you right now so that when your kind inevitably encounters them, you can't pull anything funny and try to feign ignorance, as you already seem to be in the habit of doing. All I'm asking is that you let the Federation handle this for now. We will get them to the right way of thinking after we get them under control. Then you can finally have your first official ally once you 'save' them from us. Or eat them. Or throw them into gas chambers. We don't really care at that point; you can do whatever you want with them. Congratulations to mankind for finally finding a species as corrupted and ghastly as yourself."
I simply stared at the kolshian unabated. "And what will happen if they do not come to see 'our way', exactly?"
The Federation leader leaned in, and a strange glint seemed to catch in her large, horizontally pupiled eyes that made me want to shutter. "I think you know very well the answer to that question, Führer."
I scoffed. "What an awfully predatory look on your face... Fine, I can see you already have the reins on the situation then, but the same goes for you as well; mess things up and it will ruin everything!"
The kolshian narrowed her eyes with conceit. "Heh. Perhaps we aren't so different from each other after all."
Terminating the call before I could rebuke that heinous conjecture, I finally let my arms slump down into my sides. This is why I despised the herbivores so much, and the kolshians seventy seven fold.
"Filthy untertier..."
Getting up from my chair, I slowly meandered over to the Wall of Führers, and starting from my own portrait, I gazed at each and every one, mostly lost in my own thoughts, until finally I rested my eyes directly upon the first and stopped.
Surely this isn't what he wanted the Reich to become.
Although it was true that I along with every other previous Führer after the Founder was a willing accomplice to the Ewigkeitskrieg between the Federation and the Menschenreich, deep down, it truly made me sick to my stomach working with those squid-frogs. Supposedly, the Founder despised the xenos and their intervention of Earth from the moment they made first contact, purely on principle, and this was rightfully so. For the sapient herbivore is nothing more than a husk, a mindless creature that can act only upon instinct. Their so-called 'higher intelligence' is nothing more than a mere slave to these impulses, and thus does the herbivore-folk seek to do nothing but destroy and defile the ecosystem that gave life to them by burning away any trace of predation or aggression in sight. Feeling safe at last from the natural order they so despise, they begin to scour their planets like a ravenous locust swarm. They proceed to breed profusely until their numbers swell into innumerable hordes and then, upon reaching and overshooting the carrying capacity of their planet, the herd moves on to new worlds, so that they might do the same there. Even beasts who wallow in the mud at the very least know how to live in harmony with nature and the universe at large, but the herbivore xeno is incapable of this. This is why they are less than animals. This is why they are the untertier. And out of all the hideously vile and contemptible untertiere which corrupt this galaxy like a foulest cancer, none are so hypocritical, deceitful, and subversive as the kolshian scum. Chillingly intelligent and calculating, they ofttimes liken themselves to true persons, perhaps to the point of deceiving even themselves. But truly, one needs only to look upon their 'works' to see that in the end, they too are nothing but slaves to the urges of the untertier. Chief Lellaete, she, no, it is but a puppet master of the lesser untertiere with it itself gleefully serving the master that is fear and cowardice.
But these new predators, if things are true as the kolshians say, are different. They may finally be the second known race of übertiere in the entire galaxy. And here are the ectolan scum, already conspiring against them. They have always been meddling in everything, long before they irrevocably ruined the Earth with their tampering, and if something is not done about it, they will continue to do so long after we are gone. That is why I want more for the Menschenreich than this eternal conspiracy. Why I want an end to the Ewigkeitskrieg. My predecessors were wise, and knowing that directly going against the will of the Federation was suicide, began the Ewigkeitskrieg with them. But sometime during this war without an end, they grew weak. Cowardly. Complacent. But I hunger for more! For what is the meaning behind a thousand-year Reich if nothing is ever accomplished in that millennium? How can mankind ever call itself the übertier if it does nothing but sit in eternal stagnation? No, the eternity we have is but a farce. But one day, this will change, for I will bring about the end of eternity, and in its wake, I shall construct a true eternity, one of prosperity, glory, and pride for all of humanity forever! And this advent of a second race of predators may yet prove an opportunity! This could be the stir in the pot I've been waiting for! The universe has presented me with a grand question concerning the kolshian-puppeted Federation, and I have the final solution!
Do you hear that, Chief Lellaete? I will continue to play your little "predator and prey" game for the time being... But soon, very soon, with the help of these "arxur", I shall finally bring about the Viecherdämmerung! And just as the Founding Führer once united the Earth and cleansed it of all the degenerate, savage, and subversive untermensch, so too will I cleanse the galaxy of the untertier, so that the glory of the Menschenreich shall spread to every star, shining like a beacon in the darkness of the void of space for ten thousand years!