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  Greeeeeetings cosmickat
Posted by: gordi - 06-21-2020, 05:22 PM - Forum: The Welcome Mat - Replies (12)

@"cosmickat"  You made It!!

Nice to see you.

Thank You for checking out our little Rogue Nation.
You will hopefully recognise a few familiar faces here.

Explore, Enjoy - and if there's anything at all that you need... just ask!

There's a shoutbox on the main page where you can chat live to mods/admins and other members - that's a great place to get pointers on navigating around the site.
Or, you can pm myself or any of the mods/admins and we'll be happy to help!

All the latest posts are listed under the shoutbox on the main page, and all of the forum categories are listed under that!

Easy peasy.

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Question The Curious case of Alan Godfrey
Posted by: TheDoctor46 - 06-21-2020, 05:07 PM - Forum: UFOs, Aliens and Universal Questions - Replies (29)


  • [Image: alan-photo-300-dpi.jpg]Alan Godfrey was a police constable in the Yorkshire Constabulary. In June 1980 he was sent to a coal yard in Todmorden on the Yorkshire/Lancashire border to investigate the find of a body dumped  on top of a pile of coal http://www.bbc.co.uk/insideout/yorkslinc...tery.shtml Alan was the first officer on the scene. He was greeted by a foreman who drove past the pile of coal moments earlier and said that the body wasn't there then. It was the body was of a coal minor Zigmund Adamski whom had previously gone missing 5 days earlier no less than 20 miles away from where he was eventually found. Zigmund despite being missing for 5 days only had 1 days beard growth, And was found  with strange burn mark's at the back of his head, Kneck and shoulders and was covered 
In a strange unknown ointment. It was at a time when strange lights were often seen in the area.
Now I remember as a kid playing on top of coal piles (Heaps as more commonly known). When you try to run up them your feet sink in and the coal goes everywhere. They are also quite high and you would never make it to the top minusculebonker. Yet there was no evidence of disturbance of the pile.As Alan suggested at the time it was as though Zigmund had been "dropped from the sky "..
Now if that ain't strange enough 
Just 6 months later Alan was again on duty in Todmorden at 5am looking for a herd of cattle that had vanished and claims to have had an encounter with a Ufo.....https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.halifax...4710%3famp

Alan Godfrey’s Encounter
The bizarre circumstances surrounding the death of Zigmund Adamski haunted Alan Godfrey, even months after the discovery of the body.

Something truly strange happened to Zigmund Adamski and Alan Godfrey would soon find of what that something was. A something that defied logic.

While on patrol in Todmorden, Alan Godfrey was dispatched to search for a herd of cattle that inexplicably vanished.

As he drove his patrol car slowly down a country lane, he brought his car to an abrupt halt when his eyes met a bizarre sight.

Hovering silently five feet over the road was a diamond shaped craft that emitted bright flashing lights.

When Godfrey came to his senses he tried to radio his sighting in but was met with nothing but a strange whining and static sound.

And then the flying craft just vanished leaving the constable with the eerie feeling that something beyond reason just occurred.

Understandable Reluctance
At the first, Godfrey felt that it would probably be in his best interest to keep his encounter to himself.

Afterall, to report an encounter with little green men could turn him into a laughingstock. And his colleagues on the force might think he had lost his mind.
Nevertheless, Godfrey could not shake the feeling that something more than just merely seeing a flying saucer had occurred that night.

He still couldn’t quite understand why he could not account for 25 minutes. Not to mention his boot being split and the itchy sensation in his foot.

Additional Eyewitnesses
The mystified, and somewhat terrified, police constable was finally inspired to report his encounter upon discovering others had seen the diamond shaped craft that night.

According to reports from the surrounding area five other police officers, local residents and a lorry driver had witnessed the craft.

Unfortunately for Godfrey, his superiors didn’t share in his enthusiasm to share his encounter.

So, Godfrey was given a choice, either retire or be sectioned out of the police.

Not wanting to be considered a madman, Godfrey took the upper road and retired from the job that he loved more than life itself.

Despite being forced to retire, Alan Godfrey remained determined to understand the strange incident that altered his life in such an undesirable way.


Godfrey Agrees to Regressive Hypnotherapy
A year after the incident, Alan Godfrey agreed to undergo regressive hypnotherapy.

He was convinced this was the only way to get to the bottom of the mystery that had consumed his life.

While under hypnosis, Godfrey, was able to recall getting out of his patrol car and approached the craft.

When he got within a few feet, a beam of light shot out hitting him squarely in the chest.

He remembered feeling the sensation of weightlessness as he was brought into the craft. And then everything went dark.

When he awakened, he found himself lying on an exam table and an oddly human looking man with a beard stood at the end of the bed staring down at him.

According to Godfrey the man spoke to him telepathically and told him to lie still and everything would be fine.

Just then eight short beings with lightbulb shaped heads and large black eyes rushed in and began a series of medical examinations.

Godfrey reported that the beings fixed an injury he sustained years earlier when he was severely beaten by a group of suspects he attempted to arrest.

The beings brought their examinations of Alan Godfrey to an end when he began to experience a great deal of stress. They told him they feared he might have a heart attack.

The abduction of police constable Alan Godfrey is considered by many in the field of UFOlogy as being England’s first legitimate case of alien abduction.

To this day, Godfrey believes that his abduction was directly related to the abduction and subsequent death of Zigmund Adamski.

I’m inclined to believe Alan Godfrey’s strange story. As well as his theory.




What's interesting to me is that this happened about the same time as the famous 
Rendlesham Forest incidenthttps://www.google.com/amp/s/www.telegra...ident/amp/

Even when the incident happened to Alan the patch on the road was dry where the craft had been hovering even though it had been raining earlier. This was witnessed by his colleagues. Also Alan says he was threatened by men in grey suits. And pressure put on him to keep quiet by his superiors in the police force 
Alan wrote a book about his experiences years later 
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So there we have it. An interesting story from not a million miles away from myself. Hope you enjoy

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  ROGUE WRITERS CONTEST - "Fluffy Bunny Feet" [FBF2020]
Posted by: gordi - 06-21-2020, 10:19 AM - Forum: Rogue's Writers Contests - Replies (47)

This is an OFFICIAL SHORT STORY CONTEST thread.

FLUFFY BUNNY FEET [FBF2020]


YES fellow Rogues.... it is THAT time again!


Your Mission, should you choose to accept it... is to write a NEW and ORIGINAL Short Story which contains or relates to the theme "Fluffy Bunny Feet".


HOW you do that is of course, up to YOU!




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RULES:
There is no word count but PLEASE bear in mind that this is a SHORT STORY Contest.


You should write your own, brand new, original short story and place it in a New Thread within this (Rogue's Writers Contests) forum HERE 

It can be serious, funny, scary, rhyming, crazy, dull... ANY style that you choose.


Please include [FBF2020] in the title, so that we know it is an official entry.

(e.g. "Fluffy Bunny Feet [FBF2020]")


Typed Text only this time please... no images, video, sound or music etc
Nothing but the "naked" words this time around!


The contest will run from Now until Thurs 16th July.


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The Judging will be done in secret, by our very own Super-Secret judging panel and behind closed doors... to deliberately induce feelings of paranoia and delusions of persecution in the minds of the entrants!!!


The Judges decision is final.



PRIZE:
The Winner of our Contest will receive the Honorary Title of "FluffyBard" until such times as a young upstart FluffyBard seizes your Title in a future Fluffy Contest!

Any questions, queries, bribes etc.... just place them under my desk in the break-room, in a plain brown envelope, (**available from @BIAD 's garden shed supplies store).

Under Starters Orders.....
GO WRITE!
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  The mysterious disappearance of Penrite Wilson... Westall 1966
Posted by: Bally002 - 06-21-2020, 07:38 AM - Forum: Short Stories - Replies (17)

First, let me introduce Penrite.  Penrite came to my school St Pats Mentone in 1965.  Entered 2nd Grade. A skinny kid with glasses and an an ill fitting school uniform. Uniform was too large.  Always wore a tie and rode a 22 inch Malvern Star bike with streamers on the grips and a basket on the front. "Nerd" wasn't a comment in those days and poor Penrite suffered bullying beyond belief.  He spoke with an American accent but later we discovered he was from Canada. We all rode 26 inch Malvern Stars with a rack on the back and if lucky a light! Noone wanted to sit next to Penrite in class, even the girls.  

I often saw Penrite playing by himself.  He had these small plastic ships which he would move about in the dirt.  He kept them in a little green bag. On occasions these were kicked and stomped upon by the six graders.  Meanwhile the rest of us played 'footy'.  Penrite wasn't a catholic name in the bible.  Not that I knew of.  Everyone in my class was named after a saint.  Including sister Mary Peter.  Our teacher that year.

Well, I lived in Mentone and he lived in adjoining Parkdale and I accidentally met him on the beach at Port Phillip near 'Seagull Rock" one day while riding to Mordialloc Pier to go fishing.  I saw his red bike leaning on the causeway and he was in the sand with his plastic ships moving them around.  Must've been fifty to sixty little ships of all sorts.  I called out loudly, "Penrite!" and did a skid on my blue 26 inch bike pulling up.  Penrite was spooked. He stood up brushing the sand from his legs.  

"Watcha doin." I asked looking at the small ships in the sand.

"Just playin"  He replied.

I chucked my bike next to Penrites and walked down onto the sand.  Nice calm morning with Seagull Rock on in the background.  I watched Penrite try to pick up his little plastic ships.

I said, "Hey, leave them, that looks good."  There were Aircraft Carriers, Battleships, Cruisers, Destroyers and some Subs.

He said, somewhat sadly, while wiping his glasses, "Just playin."

It was then, in the first time of my seven and a half years that something hit me.  Dunno what it was, just a feeling.

Somewhat hesitantly I asked, "Can I play too?"  I looked around.  Guilty!

Well, Penrite showed me the tactics.  Something about Aircraft Carriers rule the waves and the detroyers protect them.  The subs were sent to the enemy along with aircraft and always won the day.  It was a couple of hours later that I realized I wouldn't be riding to Mordialloc for fishing.  I said to Penrite, "Gotta go mate!"  (Mate?)  I rode soundlessly home.  My thoughts were elsewhere.

I was quiet at the dinner table that night.  Dad asked, "Did you catch any fish?"  "Nah", I sharply replied.  Mum started at me and yelled, "Don't you dare talk to your father like that!"  My elder brother giggled. My sisters looked at each other wide eyed.  Tears in my eyes I said in a squeaky quivering voice, "Sorry, I was playin with a boy named Penrite at the beach, I didn't go fishin."  That was my Saturday.  At Saint Pats Sunday mass the next day I saw Penrite with his parents and his little sisters.  His mum was pretty but his dad actually looked like Penrite glasses and all.  Found out later he was a scientist. Penrite smiled at me.  I grimaced and looked down.

I stayed at home all day after church and found myself playing with sticks in the backyard dirt.  Big ones were the aircraft carriers, smaller ones the cruisers and destroyers and so forth.  I found it hard to sleep that night.

At school on Monday I didn't play footy at lunchtime.  I wandered around.  I saw Penrite with his plastic ships.  Moving them around, silently playing.  I watched as the "Mooney" boys from grade six led by Marcus Mooney walk and trample over Penrites ships.  Penrite just sat on the ground wiping his glasses.  The 'Mooneys' were laughing and the biggest, Thomas Mularchy, cuffed Penrite over the head.  I yelled, "Hey, stop it!" Well, Thomas comes up to me and pushes me in the chest.  Being light weight, I fell on my back.  The "Mooney" gang stood over me.  "Well Bally, what are you going to do?" sneered Marcus.  I did nothing.  I was scared.

Before the bell rang for classes that afternoon Penrite came up to me and handed me a fine looking plastic aircraft carrier he pulled out of his bag.  He said, "Here, it's yours, floats in the bath."  Sure enough, that evening while having a bath I pushed the little plastic toy around.  Kept it for years.

Penrite and I became friends.  Albeit from my perspective I was an undercover friend.  Couldn't lose face as a member of the McGann crowd of boys with 26 inch bikes and mine was the only blue one.  Stood out mate. 

Time went slowly in those days as a child but silently I became a firm friend of Penrite who lived in Bethal Avenue, Parkdale and on occasions I would ride over there after school and watch the TV with him.  The Three Stooges was a staple.  Then I'd have to peddle back to Mentone for dinner.  His mother was most gracious offering home made cake and gushing that Penrite had a friend.  I saw his father sitting over a desk, reading, puffing on a pipe only taking it out to order another cup of coffee from Penrite's mother.  Other than that, Mister Wilson didn't talk to me at all.  His sisters were annoying but funny.  They never had friends over.  And that's how it was on occasions.  I think Penrite understood I couldn't be seen with him so I went back to footy at lunchtime and he played in the dirt by himself when at school.

The next year, '66', we were in the same class together.  Sister Gabriel was our now our teacher.  I was seated near Penrite and often we'd pass notes to each other devising ways of meeting up. Also he was a champ at sums and got me through a few tests (exams) with his notes.

Because of the fact we were good mates I devised a plan to "wag" (play hookey, truancy) school and get out for a day.  Penrite's dad had bought him a 26 inch bike recently but the flamin thing still had a basket on the front and streamers from the rubber grips on the handlebars.  Bit embarrasing to be seen riding with him. He also kept his plastic ships in the green bag placed in the basket.

On this day, Wednesday the 6th of April, 1966 I concocted a scheme for Penrite and I to wag school.  I was good at planning stuff.  I left home a little earlier than usual with my Vegemite and lettuce sandwiches, apple and the new decimal twenty cent coin.  I met Penrite at the intersection of Nepean Highway and Warrigal Road in the carpark of the Mentone Bowling Alley.  He had cake!  We put on footy jumpers over our school uniform and I put my lunch bag and school jumper in Penrite's bike basket.  Off we went, full tilt, down across Nepean Highway then onto the Lower Dandenong Road towards Moorabin Airport.  We were gonna watch the planes take off and land.

After about 15 minutes riding we had Moorabin Airport on our left.  In those days there was plently of bush aound the airport so when we reached Clayton Road we turned left.  Dismounted and pushed the bikes into the wattle bush.  On foot we managed to find our way to the fence line.  We could hear engine noises and looked skywards but there were no planes in sight.  So there we sat.  After some time we saw an aeroplane moving on the runway.  I said, "Look!"  Penrite replied, "It's only a Cessna."  I said,  "Well, it's a plane."  He squinted at me through his glasses, "But it's not a Jet Airliner is it."  I thought to myself, "I've never seen a jet."  I didn't know if there were Jet Airliners here.  Penrite knew.  He'd flown in one.  Well, he was from Canada I pondered.  To change the subject I said, "I wonder if sister Gabriel has noticed us missing.  Penrite answered, "Yeah, she's okay but she never spoke to me."  I reflected on that comment.  For a young bloke that was a sign of growing up.  Sister Gabriel never called Penrite by his first name, always said, "Mister Wilson."  Classmates would giggle.  

The little Cessna taxied near us, throttled up and took off.  I watched in awe.  Penrite said,  "This is boring."  I said, "Well, wadda you want to do?"  He simply said,  "Let's, look around."  I said, "At what?"  He said, "Let's keep riding."

So with that Penrite led the way back to the bikes.  He checked his basket and then we headed along Clayton Road.  We reached Heatherton Road.  I said, "Hey I know this place.  There's a golf club up here where you can pinch golf balls."  Penrite replied, "What do we want golf balls for?"  I said, "Penrite, just for fun. And, I need a drink.  There's a tap there as well."

We got to the park and lifted the bikes over the chest high barbed fence.  I spotted a sprinkler and being thirsty rode over to it.  I waited then grabbed the thing like a snake.  Cupped my free hand and commenced drinking.  Before I knew it Penrite was behind me and after my fill he aped what I did.  Dropping the thing it then chattered and caught us unawares wetting our footy jumpers.  

Laughing we rode further north through the park keeping within the tree lines and crossing another fence.  Little did we know we crossed into Heatherton Park. We ventured upon a dirt track which followed a fenceline for some time until we saw some farmers and a tractor.  They were looking at us.  Figuring we were lost, I just said, "Follow me." Again at as fast as we could travel we rode towards some large pine trees in the distance and boy was I relieved when we rode into the confines of the trees and bush.  Penrite asked when we stopped, pushing the rim of his glasses up' "Do you know where we are?"  I replied puffing, "Yeah mate." Slowly then we continued through the pines and bush until we came to a clearing that seemed reasonable enough to stop without being seen.  I said, "Let's eat."

Sitting among the pines and surrounding bush I shared my vegemite and and lettuce sandwiches and feasted upon a large helping of Penrite's mother's cake.  When finished, Penrite said, 'Do you wanna play ships?"  I answered "Sure."  Penrite went to his bike and plucked out the little bag of plastic ships from his bikes basket.  He set them up in a two fleet pattern spread out in the pine needles.  His last words to me were, "Remember to protect your carriers."  It was then we heard airplane engines and sure enough some aeroplanes were circling above.  I just said, "I have to take a piss."  Walked away and commenced to leak into a small wattle.  The plane engine noises got louder. When finished leaking I saw Penrite pointing and looking to the sky.  There was a thing in the air unlike the aeroplanes.  Simply silver and round, moving from side to side and another one but higher up. I was gobsmacked.  It must be the Lord God himself looking for us.  The Silver thing got bigger, it was coming down.  The aeroplanes reminded me of seagulls but with roaring engine noises turning and diving around the silver disc thing.

The silver disc thing came right down on top of our little clearing. I saw Penrite take off his glasses and wipe them on his footy jumper.  I yelled, "RUN PENRITE!"   There was light and heat.  I ran to my bike.  The thing landed almost on top of Penrite.  At this time I watched in horror as his little plastic ships started smoking.  The basket on his bike caught alight and the colored plastic streamers from the handgrips of his bike melted.  I just cut a groove and shot through.  I saw a crowd of kids jumping the nearest fence and coming towards me.  I turned and pedalled hard away until I came to a fence line.  The plane noises were deafening as was the other kids yelling.  Whether from sheer strength and adrenalin I threw my bike over the fence, climbed and dropped to the other side.  Puffing, I put feet to the pedals and shot up the nearest road.

I now know I was on Osborne street.  There were school kids everywhere and I saw teachers so that made me ride harder.  I hoped Penrite got out okay.  I found my way on Clayton Road.  Instinctively rode towards the bay.  South.  The planes were still above.  Maybe they could see my St Kilda footy jumper.  I stopped and took it off realising I'd left my lunch bag and school jumper behind.  I saw Kingston Road and knowing this I turned and followed that to Warrigal Road.  Down Warrigal Road, across the Nepean Highway and back to the school grounds.  At this time everyone at St Pats were in classes.  I circled the school, came in the backstreet and place my bike in the sheltered bike racks.  Sitting amongst the bikes, I caught my breath.  In the distance I could still hear aeroplanes.  I just stayed put.  The engine noises died down.

The lunch bell sounded and as usual kids came out and sitting on benches commenced to eat their lunch.  I saw the other boys from my class with their football.  To calm down I went to the tuck shop.  Still had my twenty cents.  I bought a roll, milk and some licorice blocks.  Sitting by myself, I gobbled and drank the lot down.  Went and played footy.  In class after lunchtime it was as though I had never been missed.  Even sister Gabriel didn't say anything.  All was good.

Mum and Dad both worked and my sisters at this time always had things cooking and ready for dinner time.  I rode home from school, went inside and sat in my room.  My brother came home from his school, knuckled me in the head as usual but I lashed out.  

At the dinner table my dad said, "Did you hear the planes roaring.  It sounded like the Japs bombing Darwin."  I couldn't eat.  Mum said to me, "Are you alright dear?"  I replied that I wasn't feeling well and excused myself from the table.  I went to my bedroom and lay on the bed crying.  Later mum came in asking what was wrong.  All I could say was the planes took Penrite.  Mum had no idea what I was talking about.  

The next morning all was usual.  Except I couldn't find me school jumper so mum would have to buy a new one.  I wore my footy jumper instead with a note to school excusing me for not wearing the school guernsey.  In class I glanced to where Penrite should be sitting.  Sister Gabriel didn't say a thing.  At recess I played footy but kept glancing to where Penrite used to play with his toy ships.  

It was Friday after school I plucked up the courage and pedalled hard to Bethal Avenue in Parkdale.  At Penrites place I walked my bike as usual onto the front lawn, dropped it and went to the front door.  I knocked.  No sound, no young girls laughing.  I knocked again.  I saw through the frosted glass a figure come to the door.  The door opened and I saw a middle aged lady who I'd never seen before. I said, "Hi, is Penrite home?'  She said "Penrite who?"  I replied, "Penrite Wilson." She politely offered, "You must have the wrong house young man.  Who are you."  I stood there quivering for a short time.  Couldn't muster a word.  I said, "Sorry."  Went to my bike, got one and commenced to ride away.  The woman called out, "What's your name?"  This made me pedal harder. That night in the bath I looked at the little plastic Aircraft Carrier.  Never touched it again. 

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  Timely
Posted by: guohua - 06-21-2020, 07:10 AM - Forum: The Welcome Mat - Replies (27)

@"Timely" 
Hi, I'm Happy to see you have made it to Rogue-Nation, yes it is a Simple little Slice if Heaven, GREAT Members.
Need Help. just ask or go to Senona help page here: Learn our Site I think she added the pictures for me  tinywhat

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  Bally002
Posted by: guohua - 06-21-2020, 06:56 AM - Forum: The Welcome Mat - Replies (11)

Hello @"Bally002" 
It is Great to see you made it to the Very Best Rogue Nation !

Please let us know if you need help and in the Lounge area your first drink is free,,,, the Girls/Guys are Not! smallroflmao

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  Welcome to R-N 3
Posted by: guohua - 06-21-2020, 06:06 AM - Forum: The Welcome Mat - No Replies

@veteranhumanbeing
Very nice to met you, I hope you have come to relax and enjoy our Threads.

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  Happy Belated 100th
Posted by: guohua - 06-21-2020, 05:31 AM - Forum: The Rogue's Bar, Grill and Grotto - No Replies

Yes everyone @"OmegaLogos"  Grand-Mother turn 100 years Young Last Week.
DAMN!  GiantThumbsUp That is Fantastic!
Happy Birthday Grandma OmegaLogos [Image: 3bc28f40e3cd88241c399ebd93422e5c.gif][Image: tenor.gif?itemid=11492838]
Much Love To Your Grandma.

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  hounddoghowlie
Posted by: guohua - 06-21-2020, 05:26 AM - Forum: The Welcome Mat - Replies (5)

@"hounddoghowlie" 
Did anyone Welcome You to our little Family?

If NOT!!! Damn Nice To See You here with us.
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  Funny story about the ramp and the fake news at West Point
Posted by: 727Sky - 06-21-2020, 04:56 AM - Forum: America's President D. Trump - No Replies

Trump connected with the audience and tells a funny story about what really happened at West Point. 


The full rally for those who are interested and have the time.

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