Segment: “Nutella vs. Peanut Butter: What Do Aliens Really Prefer?”

WTTQ Channel 10 Consumer Watch

Raine Solera:
“Welcome back, viewers. We all know humans have long fought the pantry war: Nutella versus peanut butter. But what about the extraterrestrial palate? Our team has taste-tested with the galaxy’s most reluctant food critics, the aliens of Area 52.”

Stop right here!!!

Anjelikka: "It’s not even close. Nutella had the aliens glowing with excitement. One saucer captain described it as ‘liquid velvet for the neurons.’ In fact, several attempted to barter three wormhole coordinates just for a spoonful.”

Alien-cats pawing at a Nutella jar, tails flicking wildly. 

Caption: “Observed Behavior: Purring at 432 Hz.” 

Rachel: “But peanut butter? That’s where things get… sticky. Literally. The moment they tried it, one alien declared, ‘This is mouth cement. Why would humans worship this adhesive?’ Another attempted to use it as thermal paste for their spacecraft. Reports indicate engine failure.”

...and there goes a jar into the mothership.

DR. PARALLAX (serious tone):

“Let me be clear. Peanut butter may divide humans, but for aliens, it’s a universal rejection. Its molecular density disrupts their psychic taste receptors. Nutella, on the other hand, amplifies them. That makes it more than food. It’s… a stimulant.”

“So there you have it, folks. If you want to make friends with aliens, hide the peanut butter, stockpile the Nutella, and maybe lock your cupboards. Because once they’ve tasted it, they don’t ask. They take.”

“Spread wisely.”

Where did the aliens hide that Nutella?

“ALIENS HONOR THE MEMORY OF 9/11”

WTTQ SPECIAL REPORT

“Good evening. Tonight, we step away from speculation and confront something deeper, remembrance. Sources at Area 52 report that the aliens themselves, in their strange but unmistakable ways, honored the memory of 9/11.

It was not through speeches or flags. It was through silence. Eyewitnesses describe how, during a gathering under the purple skies, the aliens simply… stopped. Their movements froze, their luminous eyes dimmed, and for several minutes, they stood with humans in quiet unity.”

“One visitor to the Retreat told me the moment felt as if time itself bent around the memory of that day. The aliens seemed to hold space for our grief, almost as though they recognized the scar it left on humanity.

Witnesses recall hearing three tones reverberate in the air, low, resonant notes that some described as a cosmic bell tolling for the fallen.”

Please read the story of "John", my personal experience with 9/11.

“Perhaps this is proof of something many have quietly hoped: that even across galaxies, tragedy resonates. That the sorrow we carry is not unnoticed, not forgotten, even by those not of this world.

Here at Area 52, we also observe that moment of silence. In memory. In unity. In hope.”

From the aliens:

"Tonight, our rituals commence. The flame-spiral dancers will lift trails of smoke into the violet sky. The shard-bearers will exchange fragments of melted glass, symbols of fragility. And we will hum The Long Pause, the frequency of silence that swept your world after the collapse.
We admit we do not understand. We are absurd in our attempts. We confuse ritual with reality, symbol with sorrow. Yet we persist, because to forget is to erase, and erasure is a cruelty.
So we speak to you, humans who survived, humans who mourn:
You are not alone in your remembering.

Even in Area 52, among the watchers and the wanderers, we hum your silence. 

We breathe your grief. 

We honor your resilience."

This is WTTQ, Area 52 signing off in memory.”

WTTQ AREA 52 BREAKING NEWS

Chaotic static. A deep hum. The broadcast cuts in.

“Ladies, gentlemen, terrestrials, and otherwise, stop what you are doing. We have breaking news from the tarmac at Area 52.

Where is the manager?

In what can only be described as the boldest and perhaps most absurd civilian interception of extraterrestrial property, a woman identified only as Phillies Karen has taken the UFO.

Eyewitness reports confirm she marched straight across the security perimeter, wielding nothing but a foam finger, a half-finished cheesesteak, and an iron will. Security drones tried to intervene, but she shouted, quote, ‘I want to speak to the mothership manager!’ The aliens, unfamiliar with this tone of human authority, immediately backed down.

"Give me the UFO, the train, the sim. It is mine!!!"

She then boarded the craft, adjusted the driver’s seat with uncanny confidence, and listeners, we can hardly believe this she lifted off. The UFO responded as if it had always been hers.

The aliens remain in shock, circling each other in confused spirals, muttering about ‘customer service protocols.’ Meanwhile, Phillies Karen is now streaking across the Nevada sky, leaving behind only echoes of her demand for a refund.

This is my UFO, I had it first.

We will continue to monitor this unprecedented event. For now, the only certainty is this: at Area 52, the impossible has once again become the evening news.

This is WTTQ, signing off, though whether our skies are still ours is anyone’s guess.”

The transmission ends with static and faint chewing sounds, possibly from the cheesesteak.

A solemn drone. Holographic glyphs swirl, translated into English with only partial accuracy.

ALIEN SPOKESBEING:
“Attention, humans. We of the Fifth Spiral Compact issue this communiqué regarding the unauthorized acquisition of our Interstellar Conveyance, Unit 7B—known to you as ‘the UFO.’

We acknowledge the actions of the entity you refer to as Phillies Karen. Her demand to ‘speak with the mothership manager’ bypassed all of our negotiation protocols. We had no defense prepared for such audacity.

Let it be known:
She consumed the captain’s seat warmer controls as if they were nachos.
She renamed our navigation AI to ‘Kyle.’
She reprogrammed the warp drive to broadcast baseball radio commentary across three galaxies.

This behavior is unacceptable, illogical, and yet… strangely effective.

We will not retaliate. Instead, we file an official complaint—a thing we have only recently learned to do from your internet forums. We demand either the immediate return of our vessel… or season tickets behind home plate at Citizens Bank Park.

Until then, we remain grounded, embarrassed, and forced to share one shuttle pod for six beings. We hum The Long Pause in shame.

Episode 2: “Threads in the Flesh”

“Good evening. If you thought the Violet Sky was only a visual spectacle, tonight’s testimonies prove otherwise. The curtain has begun to stitch itself not just into fabric, but into flesh.”

DJ Bun on a Monday, hiding from the Violet Sky? 

Field Reporter: “Devon, survivors here aren’t wearing clothes made by the Violet Sky; they’re becoming clothes themselves. Look at this.”

Man from across the street, “I can’t take them off. I can’t stop walking. The pants decide where I go.”

Dr. Parallax, in his fashionable shirt

Dr. Parallax (via live link, urgent):

“This proves my hypothesis. The sky isn’t weather, it’s a tailor. Every stitch is a contract. Every seam rewrites identity. These aren’t garments; they’re interfaces. The sky is weaving us into its own memory."

Bun: “I wore its gloves. They whispered childhood secrets I hadn’t told anyone. Then they whispered funerals I hadn’t had yet. The sky knows who I was. Who I will be. I’m just… clothing in its closet now.” 

Devon (reading from a postcard, voice shaking): “Another card has arrived. 

It says: ‘Every outfit is a promise. Wear carefully.’ Signed only with the letter A.”

“Viewers, I don’t know what we’re becoming, but if the sky has its way, we may all end up as mannequins in a wardrobe too vast to comprehend.”

Astrid: I am shutting this off

A voice(soft, untraceable): “Try me on.”

“Do not confuse flesh for fabric.”

Special Investigation: Episode 1: “Curtains Over Area 52”

“PURPLE SKIES, THE SEGI HALLUCINATION EXPERIMENT?”

‘The test was successful. Subjects reported visual phenomena in 89% of cases. Emotional responses ranged from awe to paranoia. Recommend controlled release at Area 52 events to measure crowd compliance.’

“Controlled release. Crowd compliance. It sounds less like science… and more like manipulation. Were the purple skies a way to condition us to make us believe the aliens are still here, even when they aren’t?”

Devon brings Bailey for the protection of the aliens

“Tonight, the ordinary sky is gone. Over Area 52, a violet curtain has descended, stretching horizon to horizon. Officials are calling it atmospheric interference. Witnesses are calling it… something else.”

“Devon, the sky isn’t just above us anymore; it feels present. Watch,” as Rachel holds up a hand. The violet shimmer bends toward her fingers, wrapping into a glove of radiant fabric.

“It chooses who to touch. Some locals say it stitched coats onto them, coats they can’t take off. Others report hearing whispers in the folds like the fabric itself is gossiping about them.”

“I looked up for just a minute, just one. 

Witnesses are under strict protection

And then I wasn’t wearing my apron anymore, I was wearing a suit. My dead brother’s suit. The one he was buried in. How does the sky know that?”

DR. PARALLAX: “This is not an Aurora. This is not a storm. This is a loom. The Violet Sky is weaving matter, stitching identities into its fabric. Those who stare too long risk… unraveling.” he slams a stack of postcards on the desk. Each card bears the same violet thread stitched through the paper.

DEVON (grim): “Stranger still, the first postcards have fallen. Each one postmarked from places no longer on any map. One reads: ‘Look up only when you’re ready to be seen.’”

RACHEL: “Devon… I think the sky is watching back.”

DEVON: “Tonight, Area 52 is covered by curtains no hand ever hung. But whose design is this? And what does the sky want us to wear? 

Stay with WTTQ  as we unravel the Violet Sky Phenomenon.”

“Do not accept garments from the horizon.”

“Next at Area 52: Violet Skies & Vanishing Cats”

 WTTQ Channel 10 Breaking Broadcast

“Good evening, WTTQ viewers. The skies above Area 52 have turned violet, not just purple lighting for October, but an actual phenomenon. Scientists call it aurora. Locals call it a warning. And Anjelikka? She calls it fashion,” reported by DEVON (steady, but clearly shaken)

FIELD REPORTER RACHEL (breathless):
“I’m here at The Retreat, where panic is... well, stylish. The alien-cats, the same ones caught drinking every bottle of bourbon last week, have disappeared. All that remains are glowing pawprints, which, according to Dr. Parallax, align perfectly with the Andromeda star chart.”

DR. PARALLAX (grim):
“Cats aren’t missing. They’re drafted. The Intergalactic Football League starts its season tonight.”

“And just when we thought we’d reached peak strangeness, Trenton Glass has returned aboard the ghost train, carrying a mysterious passenger known only as the Lady from Utahpiah.”

“She doesn’t speak. She just… deals postcards. Each one predicts something that hasn’t happened. Yet.”

Postcards scatter across the floor. One reads: “You cheered when the thunder clapped.”

“Meanwhile, mood weather is spiraling. Rain is falling in giggles. Thunder applauds. Lightning has been seen clapping in syncopated rhythm. Residents don’t know whether to grab umbrellas or join the dance.”

“Soup calms storms. Or at least distracts people while the sky does cartwheels.”Dandy says.

“So what’s next for Area 52? Violet skies. Vanished cats. Ghost trains. Mood storms. And the Lady from Utahpiah whispering futures in postcard ink. We’ll keep watching if the sky doesn’t clap us out first.”

“Do not ignore postcards. Do not feed the cats after midnight. WTTQ will return.”

I’m standing beneath a sky that looks like it’s been painted in ultraviolet brushstrokes. It isn’t just color, it’s movement. Witnesses claim they saw symbols forming in the shifting purple clouds, almost as if runes were being written by the atmosphere itself.

SEGI officials insist it’s an atmospheric ionization experiment. Locals say otherwise. They believe the aliens are marking territory or sending a coded message across dimensions.”

Coming up next: “PURPLE SKIES, THE SEGI HALLUCINATION EXPERIMENT?”

WTTQ Channel 10 Special Awareness Report

 “When the Aliens Land, They Listen: October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month”

“October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. While we often joke about the antics at Area 52, this is one subject where even the aliens take pause. Tonight, WTTQ looks at how our interstellar neighbors are stepping in not with abductions or shoe fetishes but with support.”

“Sources tell us that the alien council has offered new technology: safe communication orbs that let victims send for help without words, and cloaking fields that provide instant escape routes from dangerous situations. More importantly, they’re reminding us: abuse isn’t just a human problem, it’s a universal one.”

COMMUNITY MESSAGE (DEVON):
“If the aliens can cross galaxies to say: ‘No one should live in fear,’ then maybe we can listen. Check on your friends. Support shelters. And don’t stay silent.”

“In October, as purple lights shine across the nation, even Area 52’s skies glow violet. A reminder that safety, respect, and love are values that transcend species and worlds.”

Join us in the SEGI Project this year only in Second Life.

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

“WTTQ: Even in the strangest stories, some truths are universal.”

I am adding a few more pictures from the real world of my ordeal with domestic violence. If you experience DV or if someone you know does, please get help.

This is me (Anjelikka)

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.

“Rachel the Alien and the Fetish Files”

WTTQ Channel 10: Special Feature

“Tonight, WTTQ investigates a disturbing and slightly ridiculous phenomenon: alien foot fetishes. And at the center of it all… Rachel the Alien.”

Rachel's cousin peaking through the window?

FIELD REPORT – DEVON
“Viewers may remember Rachel as the graceful alien who once danced the Happy Dance with Casey while cats raided the liquor. But new leaks from Area 52 suggest she’s also leading a secret underground club known as The Sole Syndicate.”

Devon flying in

RACHEL SPEAKS

“Humans… you hide your power in the toes. We… admire. We… archive. We… wiggle.” (Rachel denies being an alien, but she sure knows a lot about them and the big toes that she calls "Jolly Green Giant". I'm not sure if that means the toe has a fungus. Maybe TMI?

EVIDENCE FILES
37 missing sandals from The Retreat patio.
Postcards showing only… footprints.

Cats seen smuggling shoelaces into a glowing portal.

EXPERT ANALYSIS – DR. PARALLAX
“Let’s be clear: this isn’t just a fetish. It’s an interdimensional fixation. Feet are metaphors for grounding. If Rachel is collecting them, she may be building… a runway. For what? We can’t say.”

FIELD REPORTER CASEY
“I’m here outside The Retreat, where piles of mismatched footwear have mysteriously vanished overnight. Residents are waking up barefoot, and frankly… a little creeped out.”

WITNESS
“I swear to you, ma’am, I went to bed in socks. When I woke up? Nothing. Just cold toes and a faint smell of interstellar Febreze.”

"Authorities caution citizens not to panic. But if you find a glowing footprint in your living room… report it immediately. And maybe lock up your Crocs.” So, do aliens have foot fetishes? Maybe. But here on WTTQ Channel 10, we’ll keep you informed… one sole at a time.”