SEGI Project: Unlocking the Real World

While Area 52 has long been linked to extraterrestrial sightings, the SEGI Project may not be entirely about aliens. 

Sources suggest it explores:
Dimensional Overlap – Studying how virtual constructs (like Second Life regions) may connect to physical-space anomalies.
Consciousness Transfer – Experiments hinting that human thought can interact with or even influence other layers of existence.
Hidden Architecture of Reality – Could our world be just one version among countless “rendered environments”?

Dr. Parallax, mastermind of SEGI, was quoted:
“We’re not just asking what’s out there, we’re asking what’s real in here.”

WTTQ Special Bulletin

“October is Domestic Awareness Month”

WTTQ News reminds residents across the Monty Region and beyond that October marks Domestic Awareness Month, a time to stay informed, stay alert, and pay attention to unusual happenings closer to home.

While the campaign may seem like a public safety initiative, sharp-eyed viewers have noticed subtle ties to the ongoing SEGI Project. Officials claim it’s simply about preparedness, but others suspect it may signal the release of new data on extradimensional visitors and unidentified phenomena.

Is this just awareness or an early warning?

All kidding aside, domestic violence is a serious problem. Many times it is never reported, trust me on this, I have been there myself. Therefore, I ask my friends in Second Life to participate in the Search for Extrafrid Intelligence and spread the awareness.

Join the group in SL:

secondlife:///app/group/2e96e112-2289-a6d5-9545-bca534ac7253/about

Contact me for more info on how to be part of this

WTTQ Community Advisory: Domestic Violence Awareness

Domestic violence affects millions every year and can happen to anyone—regardless of age, gender, or background. It includes physical harm, emotional abuse, coercion, and control within personal relationships.

If you or someone you know is in immediate danger, call 911.
For confidential support in the U.S., call the National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) or text "START" to 88788.

Help is available 24/7. You are not alone.

This is me (Anjelikka) after I was hit by my X in real life.

WTTQ Breaking Curiosity Report

“Ale E Inn: Where Interstellar Appetite Meets Earthly Pub Fare” was reported by Anchor: Raine Solara (a.k.a. Anjelikka – still undercover) under a tight contract with the Alien International Press during an undercover mission. 

At Area 52, the Ale E Inn (engine 229) is basically the unofficial alien watering hole, though “watering hole” might be misleading, since most of their menu isn’t exactly human-friendly.

Locals claim the Pleiadian visitors love the Plasma Glow Ale (which looks like a lava lamp in a pint glass), while the Andromedan crew swears by the Nebula Nachos, a pile of star-shaped chips dusted in shimmering spice that leaves your tongue faintly humming for hours.

The owner insists they’re “just tourists with unusual dietary needs.” Still, some regulars have noticed that every time the Ale E Inn has a busy alien night… strange light formations appear over the Monty region. Discover more during the SEGI event in October 2025, a grid-wide event revealing what is truly out there. Gifts are the bribes for those who dare to come.

Reports from our ever-watchful field crew confirm that the Ale E Inn(engine 229), already a favorite among Area 52’s more eccentric visitors, has become the after-hours hangout for extraterrestrial guests.

According to bartender “Shifty” Malone, alien patrons prefer the rear booths, where the light is dim and the air hums faintly, possibly from the Plasma Glow Ale on tap. “They don’t talk much,” Shifty says, “but they tip in something that looks like melted starlight.”

On nights when the Ale E Inn (engine 229) hosts “off-world happy hour,” nearby Monty Region skywatchers report odd formations of lights in strict geometric shapes hovering low before vanishing toward the desert. They have also been seen over the notorious Club RAPA NUI, owned by Dr. Elvis H. Christ AKA Dr. Parallax.

Are these visits just hungry travelers making a pit stop on a cosmic road trip? Or is the Ale E Inn an undercover liaison site for deeper Area 52 negotiations?

As always, WTTQ will be watching.

AREA 52 GOES PUBLIC WITH SEGI PROJECT FOOTAGE

 “SEGI Control, we have movement… It’s not in the database.”

In a move that has stunned both skeptics and believers, Area 52 has officially released a video to YouTube detailing the once-classified SEGI Project, the "Search for Extragrid Intelligence."

The clip, uploaded without prior announcement, runs for exactly 2 minutes and 26 seconds. Viewers are already flooding the comments with theories from interstellar diplomacy to a staged viral campaign.

YouTube has not confirmed whether the video violates any security policies, though sources claim it was uploaded from a government-registered IP.

Please do leave your comments and likes.

For more info about the SEGI project, click here: 

Be a part of something BIG

https://notimeforreallife.blogspot.com/2025/08/calling-all-venues-join-area-52s-hunt.html

List of participants as of this date, 8/17/2025

https://segi.drelvishchrist.name/

Join the SEGI GROUP for updates...LMs, occasional gifts, and more:

secondlife:///app/group/2e96e112-2289-a6d5-9545-bca534ac7253/about

WTTQ Breaking News “Abducted, But Still on the Beat”

Special report brought to you by Raine Solera: “THE DANDY DOUBLE: SPINNING BEATS ACROSS THE GALAXY”

In an unprecedented twist in the ongoing Area 52 saga, popular early morning spinner DJ Dandy claims they were physically abducted by extraterrestrials mid-set yesterday morning.

Eyewitnesses at The Basement Club reported seeing a sudden flash of blue light and a brief absence of the DJ from the booth, followed by the music resuming without a hitch.
How? 

According to Dandy, the aliens equipped them with a bio-signal DJ interface, a device that translates brainwaves directly into beats. “They said they wanted the party to continue,” Dandy explained, still dazed. “Apparently… aliens love Earth’s music. Especially funk.”

The Dandy Double

Sources close to the investigation say the aliens left behind a life-size cardboard cutout of Dandy at the DJ booth. Strangely, the cutout’s eyes seemed to follow people around the room, and its right hand slowly rotated to “adjust” the mixer, as if taking requests. The cutout had to be caged in, fearing it might abduct the patrons.

“Honestly, it was the best set she’s played in months,” one clubgoer admitted.
Whether this was a benevolent act of interstellar showmanship or the first move in a cosmic game we don’t yet understand remains to be seen.

Does this have anything to do with SEGI,  Search for Extragrid Intelligence? Or perhaps the Space Lice infestation. 

There was a report that a few live ones were crawling behind the bar. Shall we call an exterminator???

Don't forget to sign up for this fabulous event in October, and please take a look at the current list of participating venues. Read more about it here as well.

CALLING ALL VENUES: Join AREA 52’s “Hunt for Extragrid Intelligence”!

The Search For Extragrid Intelligence (SEGI)

Join the group:

secondlife:///app/group/2e96e112-2289-a6d5-9545-bca534ac7253/about

WTTQ – Rachel’s Field Notes

 "When I was young, for several observable reasons, I believed I was, in fact, an alien. Not in the sense of being weird at school, though I was, but in a deeper, bone-level way. I’d stand outside at night and feel the stars were giving me directions. Streetlights made this faint, vibrating hum like they were trying to talk to me. I didn’t understand the language, but I understood the urgency."

"My parents thought I was imaginative. I thought they were hiding something. Even now, when I walk into Area 52’s perimeter, the air shifts like an old door creaking open in my mind. And these sightings? The postcards from ⁂¤π∴? It all feels like something I’m supposed to remember, but can’t quite… not yet."

Rachel had always carried a strange certainty that she was slightly out of place, not just socially, but biologically.

When she was a kid, she noticed she could see faint flickers in the air when others saw nothing. Streetlights seemed to hum at a frequency that made her skin prickle. Sometimes, she’d instinctively know what people were about to say before they opened their mouths.
At first, she thought she was just “weird.” But by the time she hit her teens, the little signs added up into an undeniable pattern. She wasn’t just different, she was other.

The idea that she might be an alien wasn’t a dramatic teenage fantasy, but a calm conclusion. She didn’t remember a spaceship or being taken away in the night, but she was sure she had a mission, one even she didn’t fully understand.

Now, standing in The Basement Club beside an actual gray-skinned extraterrestrial, she felt an electric jolt of recognition. Not fear. No surprise. Just the deep, bone-level feeling of coming home.
She swallowed hard.
“What if,” she thought, “I’m not here to investigate Area 52… but to report back to it?”

The SEGI project is coming along...there is still time to be part of this gridwide hunt. These are the sites so far that have joined:

https://segi.drelvishchrist.name/

Dear Pixelette, is Area 52 a safe environment?

If you have questions for Pixelette about the aliens, please comment below or get a hold of Anjelikka

Is Area 52 a safe environment?

Darling, safe is such a relative term like “offline” or “committed.” Let’s just say Area 52 is the kind of place where you might leave with more questions than when you arrived... and maybe an extra limb or lover.

Quick Safety Checklist for Area 52 Visitors:

Radiation-Resistant Fashion: Sequins help deflect memory probes. So do cat ears.
Avoid the Snack Table: Those aren’t deviled eggs. They’re memory spores.
Never Say Your Real Name: Just smile and say, “Call me Dandy.”
Don’t Accept Postcards from Floating Cats: Unless you enjoy being emotionally rewired through vintage ink.

What Makes Area 52... Questionable?
Unmarked Portals in Bathroom Stalls
The “Lounge Lizard” that actually is a lizard
The Retreat’s HR Rep is a mirror named “Lucien”
Draxtor once accidentally swapped bodies with a coat rack

So… is it safe?
Emotionally? No.
Cosmically? Unlikely.
But existentially thrilling? Oh, absolutely.

Beam wisely,
-Pixelette

P.S. If the cats start humming lounge music, run toward the nearest glitch, not away.

Stop by today and be part of the SEGI...

Letters to the Editor of WTTQ

 Volume 7, Issue 4

The aliens have stirred up trouble, and second-life residents are coming to us with their concerns:

"Enough with the Space Lice"

Dear WTTQ,
I was trying to enjoy my nachos at The Basement Club last Friday when someone shouted that “space lice are airborne!” Do you know what that does to a person mid-bite? My hair’s been itching ever since. Probably psychosomatic, but still. Please stop publishing alien hygiene stories unless there’s a cure.
- Irritated in Ironcloud

"Light Anomalies Ruined My Set"

To Whom It May Concern,
I was spinning a rare acid-jazz remix when the lights at The Basement Club went full supernova mode. Dancers scattered, people started livestreaming, and my BPM got wrecked. If the aliens want to send signals, tell them to buy ad space like everyone else.
-DJ Who Remains Nameless

"WTTQ Is Clearly Compromised"
Dear WTTQ,
If you think we don’t notice that your so-called “hotspots” just happen to be venues in this month’s Area 52 hunt, you’re wrong. Either you’re working for them, or you’ve been replaced by something that looks like you.
-Redacted for Security

Dear WTTQ,

My roommate says the small alien in my palm is “just a toy.” But last night it blinked, and my houseplants rearranged themselves. Should I be concerned, or just water them more?
-Uneasy in Unit 4

Dear WTTQ,
My alien friend is trying to communicate through my coffee maker. Every time I brew, it spells “RUN” in the crema. Should I…?
-Caffeinated & Confused

Dear WTTQ,
My boyfriend says the UFO crash site behind our trailer is “good for tourism.” But the little green man I met there says he needs a ride to the bus station. Should I let him use my punch card?
-Love in the Time of Tractor Beams

Dear WTTQ,
An eagle has been watching me for three days straight. I thought it was majestic, until I noticed it was wearing a tiny headset. Am I being surveilled, or is this just the latest fashion trend?
-Paranoid but Polite

WTTQ SPECIAL REPORT “SPACE LICE” INFESTATION AT AREA 52

DATE: [August 10, 2025]
LOCATION: Undisclosed sector, Area 52 perimeter

Sources inside the facility have confirmed that several recently detained off-world visitors tested positive for what xenobiologists are calling “extradermal symbiotic microfauna” or, as one guard bluntly put it, space lice.

Witnesses report that containment staff were ordered into full decontamination gear after security orbs detected “unregistered micro-organisms” swarming around the newcomers’ cranial ridges and flight suit collars.

Dr. Paxa Mellorin, AKA Dr. Parallax, Area 52’s chief exo-parasitologist, reassured the public:

“They pose no threat to humans… unless you share a helmet.”

The infestation was traced back to a cargo skiff docked near the Straminsky Region, a known hub for interstellar traders. The skiff has since been quarantined, fumigated, and politely towed into orbit “until further notice.”

Meanwhile, alien detainees were given a medicated rinse described as smelling “like cinnamon and engine coolant.”

Dr. Mellorin’s team believes the lice prefer beings with shared environmental atmospheres, meaning they’re less likely to survive long on methane-breathers or plasma-based life.

The big scare?
They can hitch rides in helmet padding, telepathic headbands, and even woven trade blankets, which is why Area 52 just banned “unsanitized souvenirs” from the alien market.

Can you tell me more about these microbes...

WTTQ will provide updates as soon as the space lice stop biting.

We are still calling for venues to participate in the search for  Search for Extragrid Intelligence (SEGI)

WTTQ Investigates: SEGI

 Search for Extragrid Intelligence – August Special Report

From the dusty hangars of Area 52 to the neon-lit backrooms of Second Life nightclubs, WTTQ’s investigative team follows the strange trail of SEGI.

Be part of the hunt and register your venue...

1. Who is behind this interstellar hunt?
2. What do they want with our grid?
3. And why are free gifts mysteriously appearing in participating venues?

"ALIENS SWARM THE GRID: SEGI IS HERE!"

The Search for Extragrid Intelligence is underway, and witnesses report glowing portals opening in clubs, cafes, and even quiet skyboxes across the Second Life Grid. Be part of this and help spread awareness about domestic violence.

“One minute I was dancing… the next, my inventory exploded with free alien swag,” claims nightclub regular Vexie Stardust.

WTTQ investigates rumors that the freebies may contain encoded star maps pointing straight to Area 52. Could this be an invitation… or a warning?

Hotspots to Watch:

The Basement Club's sudden light anomalies were spotted.
Club RAPA NUI  mystery broadcasts interrupt the DJ
Straminsky Region security orbs are picking up “unregistered lifeforms.”

WTTQ’s undercover reporter caught a glimpse of the so-called Grid Liaison to the Pleiades slipping into a restricted venue. Are they scouting, or recruiting?

Don’t Miss It!

Full SEGI coverage this October. Keep your minimap open…
The truth is rezzing right now.

Search for Clues. Discover the Truth. Collect the Gifts.
The aliens have landed, and they’re hiding surprises at every participating venue!

Begin your journey at any hunt location and follow the trail of cosmic curiosity.
Free exclusive gifts await those brave (and clever) enough to complete the mission.

Visit the Area 52 HQ to start.

Portals await. Friends optional. Curiosity required.

Now Open across Second Life to register your venue
Clues. Chaos. Cosmic Shenanigans.
Can you find the Extragrid Intelligence?

Join the group:

secondlife:///app/group/2e96e112-2289-a6d5-9545-bca534ac7253/about

CALLING ALL VENUES: Join AREA 52’s “Hunt for Extragrid Intelligence”!

Mission Directive from WTTQ Command and the Retreat Cultural Alliance
Grid Sector: Creative & Slightly Chaotic

Now Recruiting: Participating Venues for a Grid-Wide Experience

Do you own or manage a venue in Second Life with a flair for mystery, art, music, sci-fi, the surreal, or interstellar oddities? Then Area 52 wants YOU to join the hunt!

What is the Hunt for Extragrid Intelligence?

A multi-sim, multi-style immersive hunt where avatars seek signs of intelligent alien contact in unexpected places, from nightclubs and galleries to shops and backwater diners. Each participating venue hides a gift or clue object, allowing explorers to collect and piece together a larger mystery.

What’s Involved for Participating Venues?

1. Place a “Hunt Object” at your venue (we provide this).
2. Offer a free gift or clue (can be alien-themed, humorous, artful, or mysterious).
3. Receive promotion and listing in all Area 52 Hunt materials, posters, and notecards.
4. Optional: Add a visual anomaly or hint of alien presence to your space.
5. Optional: Host an event (music, gallery, reading, open mic, DJ, etc.) during the hunt dates.

Hunt Dates: October 2025, starting in Area 52 and ending at Area 52

Why Participate?
Drive traffic and curiosity to your space.
Be part of a unique story-driven community project.
Collaborate with artists, DJs, writers, and explorers
Receive a cool "Official Area 52 Site" sign.
Contribute to one of SL’s quirkiest sci-fi mysteries
Possibly meet an alien (or become one).

💬 Interested? Ready to join the cause?

IM or Notecard to Anjelikka (at The Retreat)
Or drop your venue info here, and I can draft a message for you to send around!

Let’s make contact.
 “They’re already here. The least we can do is hide their souvenirs properly.” Dr. Parallax

Join the group in SL:

secondlife:///app/group/2e96e112-2289-a6d5-9545-bca534ac7253/about

“Cosmic Manners 101: Intergalactic Etiquette for Earthlings”

WTTQ Cosmic Culture Broadcast
From the dusty data decks of Area 52
Filed by: Anjelikka Kowalski, Embarrassed Once on the Moon

"Just because they don’t have a mouth doesn’t mean they can’t scream in awkward silence."

Consensus over Ego

Aliens don’t argue about facts. They triangulate perspectives and make decisions collaboratively, not competitively. There’s no “devil’s advocate” because wasting time on sabotage-for-sport is considered primitive. Stop trying to be right all the time; you are not. We know what you look like behind that screen.

I picked up another car from Devon's shop

Resource Harmony

Instead of hoarding, aliens practice “resource choreography.” At Area 52, they’ve reorganized human storage rooms with eerie efficiency, often anticipating needs before humans express them. One alien worker re-engineered the snack closet so nobody ever reached for the last granola bar. Your inventory is full of useless crap. Folders of them, notecards, and snapshots. Who are you saving this for?

Hazbin Hotel, a game within a game...makes sense!

Aliens appear to understand emotional hygiene more effectively than humans. If one is upset, they self-quarantine energetically, often wearing cloaking veils or changing their bio-luminescent patterns to signal “not now.”

Dating Protocols

Let’s not forget: Alien dating is deeply practical. Before a date, potential partners exchange dream signatures and biochemical compatibility charts. No guessing games. No ghosting. No “what are we?” conversations. ⁂¤π∴ may have forgotten Anjelikka, but at least he didn’t leave her on read; his memory was wiped by a cosmic tribunal. And let's get this straight: I never called ⁂¤π∴ Kevin, he was always Mike to me. (There I go arguing about facts).

“They don't lie, cheat, or forget to RSVP. And if they abduct you, they send a follow-up survey.”

Aliens loathe inefficiency (kind of like Germans). They use thought-spheres, a kind of shared awareness bubble, to transmit updates.
Meanwhile, Bob from Accounting is still trying to screen share on Zoom. Did you ever learn those Zoom techniques?

Aliens might not understand why we eat food shaped like dinosaurs or vote against our own survival. But they do understand potential.

Manners are universal, but their expressions are not. If you're unsure, just remember the golden rule of the galaxy:

“Don’t be a human at warp speed.”

 

AREA 52 FILE ENTRY: “The Garden Between or a dream?”

Scene 12: The Garden Between Portals filed by Raine Solera 

In a twilight zone just beyond the known quadrants of Area 52, where reality softens and dreamlogic takes hold, Anjelikka found herself standing in the Utopian Garden, a liminal realm reserved for encounters that never quite finish.

To her left, the swirling violet portal labeled “Outer Rim” still whispered her name. To her right, the Utopian Garden promised peace but only for those willing to forget.

⁂¤π∴ stood beside her, not facing her. Not even seeing her.

He had returned from Alcyone, yes, but what returned was not the same being she’d sent off with whispered hope and ten-minute affection. His mind was rewired, rerouted, rewritten. His boots glowed with trace radiation from an unrecorded jumpgate. His voice, when he used it, spoke in new symbols she couldn’t decipher.


She wore the same dress from the last goodbye, as if to jog a memory. Nothing flickered. Not even recognition. It was as if she'd been deleted from his star map.

“I got your postcard,” she said softly, voice nearly absorbed by the moss beneath their feet.
“Wish You Were... Ready,” he’d written.
She had been. But maybe that was the point.
Around them, the portals pulsed. Something was shifting in the folds between dimensions, more arrivals were expected, anomalies that weren’t logged, and distant drifts of emotional frequencies that triggered headaches in the control room back at Area 52.

She wondered if love could survive a time lag of galaxies. Or if some hearts were meant only for one orbit. But then she woke up and realized it was a dream, ⁂¤π∴ was gone. Was this his dream or hers?

Alien Dreaming – A Field Summary

Yes, aliens can dream, though not always in ways we understand.

In the Area 52 universe, alien dreaming is a phenomenon studied under a classified sub-branch of interspecies psychology known as Oneironautic Transduction. 

In the Case of ⁂¤π∴:

When ⁂¤π∴ returned from Alcyone with no memory of Anjelikka, one theory is that his dreams had been purged or overwritten during transit. Some at Area 52 suspect he still dreams of her, but doesn’t know what the image means anymore. To him, she’s a symbol of warmth, or danger, or something beautiful he was instructed to forget. At Area 52, multiple staff members reported identical dreams of floating cities, bioluminescent forests, and weeping moons after proximity to certain specimens.

Sweet Dreams!!!!

Incoming Transmission: Postcard from Alcyone

 Stamped with what looks like compressed starlight and dream pollen.

Front of the postcard:
A swirling azure sky over a crystal-lit lake. Floating bioluminescent flora bloom above the surface. The silhouette of a humanoid figure (⁂¤π∴?) lounges beneath a triple-moon archway, sipping something steamy and shimmering.

At the bottom, in curling silver script:
“Greetings from Alcyone – Wish You Were... Ready.”

Back of the postcard — handwritten in glimmering ink:

Dear Anjelikka,

I found my way back to Alcyone, though the route is less linear than you'd hope and far more... vibrational.
The skies here hum like lullabies you forgot as a child. I tried to describe Earth espresso to the barista, and now there's an interstellar trend called "foam melancholy." You're famous.
I still don’t remember everything. Only that your eyes reflected more stars than should be legal in one system.
There’s a comet here shaped like a question mark; they call it The Wondering One. It made me think of you.
I heard you were sketching again. Careful with the red ink. It bleeds through.
Tell the jukebox I forgive it. Tell the lizards I said no rematch.
I’ll try to remember more next cycle. Until then...

~⁂¤π∴
("You once called me Kevin. I’m okay with that now.")

What does that mean????

Enclosed: one pressed moth wing from a species unknown to Earth. When held under moonlight, it hums faintly in C minor.

Postmark: AL-S7 / “ALCYONE – NOT LOST, JUST BENDING”

Reply to Postcard from Alcyone

Dear ⁂¤π∴,

I got your postcard, ominous font and all. “Wish You Were… Ready”? Seriously? You!!!

Get your souvenir postcard from Alcyone in the Basement Club...

WTTQ Special Feature: “Pleiadian Portals and the Basement Club Connection”

Are the aliens at the Retreat, The Basement Club, and Area 52 from the Pleiades star system? The evidence is... shimmering.

The Pleiadians:
Known in various belief systems and alien lore as the “Nordic” star people, Pleiadians are allegedly:
Tall, radiant, and often blonde (but not exclusively one wore a hoodie and Crocs to the Retreat last week.)
Emotionally evolved, empathic, and deeply invested in humanity’s spiritual growth
Prone to dance in strange formations under purple lighting (hello, Basement Club’s “Galactic Night”)

What We Know (or... Don’t):

Dr. Parallax once muttered, mid-scone, “They came from seven sisters. But one was missing.”
DJ Bun’s playlist mysteriously aligned with known Pleiadian transmission tones, specifically 963Hz, which allegedly activates crown chakras (or excellent footwork).
Anjelikka sketched a being titled “Lady of Alcyone” but can’t recall when or why.
⁂¤π∴ responded to the question with, “That’s an Earth concept. We prefer light signatures to constellations.”

Witness Reports:
Trenton Glass saw “a shimmering cloaked figure” emerge behind the Retreat cemetery mausoleum, whispering about “Lyra and the fall.” He’s since begun an unofficial investigation.
Dandy insists her “friend Mike” is definitely not from the Pleiades. “Too hungry. Too sarcastic.”
A mysterious individual going only by “H.B. from Utahpia” says she dated a Pleiadian, but it only lasted two moon cycles. “Too emotionally supportive. It was unnerving.”

Coincidences? Or Coordinates?
The jukebox skips exactly at 33:33 each night.
The espresso machine emits tones matching Pleiadian “awakening frequencies.”
And during one wild DJ set, Shayth’rien kissed someone mid-dimension shift and the mirror behind them briefly reflected seven blue orbs instead of two.

Final Transmission:

If they’re from the Pleiades, they haven’t officially said.
But the clues are there:
The moths.

The lights.
The echo of a forgotten name: Aeyuna.

So the next time you hear static in your headphones at the Basement Club, lean in close.
They might be sending a message in rhythm.

WTTQ, always listening

"The Basement Club Discord: Secret Pics, Spilled Tea, and Possibly Interdimensional Surveillance"

 The Basement Club may be public in-world, but its Discord server is not. That's where the real secrets get spilled. And by secrets, we mean:

Join today to see even real-life pictures...

Hidden Photo Drops

"Just for the group," they said...
These are screenshots, glitch captures, and mysterious uploads that never made it to Flickr or public timelines. Some appear to be filtered. Others? Straight-up not of this dimension.

Bun spinning vinyl while an alien appears mid-backflip.
A candid of Dandy looking... distraught? Or just glitched out into a wall?
Unsent photos from that Valentine’s Day Gone Wrong set.
Alleged images of Shayth’rien kissing someone they claim not to remember.
A folder just labeled: “for Raine’s eyes only.”

The Folder You’re Not Supposed to Open

There’s a private channel. Password protected. Rumored to be accessible only after completing the “Basement Initiation Ritual” (which may or may not involve karaoke and correctly identifying who really broke the espresso machine in 2022).
Inside:
AI-enhanced pictures of what appears to be a second Basement Club, built underneath the Retreat.
A leaked GIF of ⁂¤π∴ eating a taco. Upside-down.
A blurry screenshot that seems to show Devon singing in two places at once. Time loop?

The Discord Server may not be as calm as this...

Direct Messages Tell All

It’s not just pics. The Discord has been the source of:
Breakup leaks
Ghosting receipts
“Was that about me?” poem drops
Dr. Parallax’s mysterious use of alien emojis no one can decode
A rumored love triangle (make that quadrangle?) between Tubby, Astrid, Bun, and ‘Mike’

AND THEN THERE’S THIS...

One image is re-uploaded every week at exactly 3:33AM SLT.
It shows a moth. In the grass. Still naked. No caption. No context. Only reactions.

Final Thoughts:

The Basement Discord isn’t just a place to hang out.
It’s a memory vault, a coded archive, and possibly a shared hallucination.
Enter at your own risk and don't say we didn’t warn you.

What happens in the Basement... gets screenshot in the Discord.

WTTQ, tuning in, logging out 

“Do Aliens Poop?” A Deep Dive (Not Literally)

 WTTQ LATE-NIGHT TRANSMISSION from the Basement Club

Yes, we’re going there. Because someone had to ask (Dr. Parallax). And frankly, we’re surprised it took this long.

"Do aliens poop?

Depending on the alien species, the process varies dramatically:

SCIENTIFIC(ISH) BREAKDOWN:

Grumbletonians

Do they poop? Technically, yes.

How? Their bodies break down nutrients via quantum osmosis. Waste is exhaled as tiny, emotionally charged vapor clouds that smell vaguely like rosemary and guilt.
“I once walked into one,” said Dandy. “It felt like regret and onions.”

The Tubulars (like Tubby?)
Do they poop? Yes, and often.
Where? A built-in biological portal opens when they’re in safe, damp environments. This is why Tubby won’t sit on fabric chairs.
Also explains the mysterious stains on the retreat cushions.
The cow abduction? May have been fertilizer-related.

Alien-Elves (like Shayth’rien)

Do they poop? No. They meditate waste away. When asked for comment, Shay said: “Mortals pass matter. I pass into serenity.” (The Alien-Elf was known to poop on people and then run as fast as he could).

The bathroom in the Basement was removed.

The CEO Alien

Unclear. But Dr. Parallax insists they “have a system far more advanced than ours,” involving nanobot-assisted atomization and the phrase: “Not waste. Just postponed molecules.”

Some aliens rent human bathrooms not because they need to, but to observe us while we do.
They call it:

“The Great Excretion Ritual of Earthkind.”
There are slideshows. There are field notes. There are... Yelp reviews.

 Stay tuned for our next exposé:
“Do Alien Babies Come From Eggs, Pods, or Awkward First Dates at the Basement Club?”
WTTQ Always Watching. Always Wondering. Well, it is the people who come to the Basement Club who ask these questions, and we are just trying to answer them. What do you think? What shall we explore next?