"The modern Liberto-Ancapistanian government, somewhat surprisingly, doesn't do much of that besides the generic confidential information. The main thing you will see is politicians conspiring with other politicians to cover up scandals for party-political reasons. In the past, it's more questionable There are a lot of conspiracy theories surrounding the government of Liberto-Ancapistan's first chancellor, Alexandre Delon (1955-71) and his relationship with certain members of the military and intelligence services (the 'Exber set'). Most of them are false, but there is some truth. However, if there are things in restricted archives, they're not the kind of thing that the main leaders of the government are actually aware of, or care about.

It is a similar situation in Fendiralia, mainly because there is a relatively weak state that couldn't keep secrets if it wanted to, and because the current government structure has only existed for about seven years. The closest thing was probably the fact that the Fleetian-Fendiralian war was deliberately started by Fendiralia, rather than being a reaction to Fleetian border encroachments, but now that the usefulness of that idea is gone it has degenerated to somewhere between being an open secret and officially acknowledged. On a provincial level, you have a lot more shady stuff going on. The northwestern region of Fendiralia, Serka, is essentially a one-party state controlled by a self-declared autonomous government of separatist paramilitaries, and a lot of things going on there are at best under-reported."

-Liberto-Ancapistan, May 15. Taken from Discord.

Voice of Distan moderates break away to form a new party, "Délo", standing in the September provincial elections
By Yoołgai Atʼééd

Outside yesterday on the steps of the Kʼánaasází National Memorial Hall, Distanisci, five stood to address the crowd gathering. They were: Hastiin Tsiishch'Ili, Dohate Honovi, Yázhí At'Eed, Suni Nati Tsídii, and Seigo Nníłchʼi, all five former Voice of Distan top officials, all in someway influential in the party's rise to prominence in the last decade. Tsiishch'Ili, leader of the VoD from 2014-17, was the first to speak.

"Délo is our word for progress, achievement, advancement. These are qualities that the present-day Voice of Distan seem to have lost. Our leader faces charges of treason, our premier is in hiding abroad, and some among the party now face accusations of corruption and laundering. The Voice of Distan today is a disgrace. We, my friends, will be on the right side of history. We will show délo. It will, in fact, be our party's name; Délo will be jointly ran by me and my four colleagues. We will continue to campaign for our people and for our nation, but we will uphold our core principles of integrity and non-violence. So, please, join our cause. For the future of Distan."
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Although the Voice of Distan is anticipated to remain by far the largest party in Distan after the September provincial elections, Délo is expected to eat into the VoD's more moderate and more affluent voter base, supporters of greater Distani autonomy but against total independence. It is another thorn in the side for the VoD—this breakaway and the surge in Distani support for the Social Democrats threaten to put the party out of the provincial government for the first time in 20 years. Aaydu Ackah'ì, leader of the VoD and premier of Distan since 2017, commented on the formation of Délo yesterday whilst being escorted to the Federal Court of Justice. His comments were not reserved.

"[CENSORED] traitors. [CENSORED] traitors. That's what they are. Happy to jump aboard our great train to independence and glory but when someone sabotages the tracks and make us crash they scurry out like rats. It's not a loss to us at all. Just a test of loyalty. We rats that stay onboard the train will prevail."

Ackah'ì is currently giving testimony to the 1-N Committee; if his criminal trial proceeds, it will begin in January 2027. He faces up to 20 years in prison on charges of sedition. For now he remains party leader, but leader of a very fractured party indeed.

Ackah'ì on the night of his arrest exactly eight months ago, 2nd November 2025.

-Charville, May 7. Taken from Discord.

Her name was Professor Samara Al-Hadikhia, but we all called her Professor Nutbutter on account of she owned the local sweet shop by the same name.

As kids we all spent a great deal of time hanging about the shop, consuming as many savory treats as we could afford. Many a Saturday afternoon was spent scouring the neighborhood in search of "return for deposit" pop bottles in hopes that we could muster up enough change for one of the Professor's "nutbutter and jam" sandwiches.

That was the shop specialty. Besides all the marvelous candies and whatnot, the shop had an assortment of spreads made from various nuts as well as an array of jams and jellies. One could have a sandwich made from almond butter and apricot, or perhaps a peanut butter and pineapple, or my favorite—cashew butter and blackberry with sliced banana.

Washed down with a large glass of chocolate milk, it was quite a delightful experience for a young boy growing up in the small town of Reine.
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I went to grade school with her son Malik. Malik Al-Hadikhia was a smart kid. We called him Half-pint on account of he was the smallest kid in the fifth grade. Everyone liked Half-pint. Whenever it was somebody's birthday, Miss Andersdottir—our teacher—would let us have an extra long lunch and Half-pint would bring in all kinds of sandwiches and treats from his mother's shop.

Another thing that kept us all hanging around with ol' Half-pint was the fact that the Al-Hadikhias always had an abundance of puppies to play with. Whenever you went to the shop you could be assured that there were at least a half dozen or so yellow lab pups scampering about.

And they were all so smart. Unbelievably smart, and well-behaved for fluffy little pups. One day I asked, "Hey, Half-pint, how come you guys got so many pups all the time?" He said, "Well, my mom don't like dogs, only pups." Then I said, "Well what do you do when they grow up?"

Half-pint said, "What ya mean?"

As I was getting older I didn't go by the sweet shop near as much, but, on occasion, I got a craving for nutbutter sandwiches and chocolate milk. It seemed each time I went by the shop there were fewer and fewer pups.

And the ones that were there looked tired and listless.

As time passed we all began to notice things. I was in the eighth grade and puberty was setting in. I'd grown what seemed like a half-meter in just a matter of months. But Half-pint, he was still the same. In fact, he was the same size I always remembered him.

When I was thirteen, my family moved to Tonsberg. It was a good distance away from Reine, but still in Narvik municipality. I graduated from Jonsson High and went on to college at Narvik Community College. I didn't think much of my days in Reine until one day in my senior year.
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I wasn't a very good student. In actuality, if it weren't for the fact that I was the fastest guy on the swim team I think they would have drummed me out two years prior. Most of my classes were novelty classes; basket weaving 101, crafts, things like that.

But I had to pass biology to graduate. My tutor was Árdís Eilífsdóttir, known to me (and probably many others) as the most attractive chick on the cheerleading team. She was helping me prep for a big exam. I was listening as she read. Not really hearing what she said as much as watching her lips and fantasizing.

It wasn't until the words "Professor Samara Al-Hadikhia" sprang from her mouth that I was thrust back into reality.

"What?" I said. She read from an old article that spoke of a scientist from Cle Brait, a biologist, who claimed that studies done with the common inch worm could be related with some forms of dwarfism.

It went on to say that experiments which stunted the growth of some half dozen or so young Labradors was considered "highly irregular" by the scientific community.
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When questioned, Professor Al-Hadikhia replied, "I don't like dogs, but everyone likes puppies".

When rumors of human experimentation began to circulate, the Professor mysteriously disappeared and all research in that area was halted.

It wasn't until many years later that I returned to Reine. It had become a bit of a tourist stop on account of it being an old logging town at the turn of the century.

Spending my day wandering around reminiscing, I avoided the sweet shop more subconsciously than consciously, of course Professor Al-Hadikhia had long since been gone.

I couldn't help but take a glance at the shop as I drove out of town. And there, on the porch, sat the familiar figure of Malike "Half-pint" Al-Hadikhia. Looking the same as he did in Miss Andersdottir's fifth grade class.

...Only a bit more tired and listless.

-Kursibar, May 31. Taken from Discord.