They attack from above, smashing their prey underfoot with cloven hooves.
It is said that no matter how ugly a child is, its mother will always love it. That wasn’t true of the boy they called “The Fawn”. He was born on a cold, moonless night, his birth bed illuminated only by flickering torches. The midwife who pulled him free caught one glimpse of his hairy face and stubby horns, and ran screaming from the tent. His poor mother sheltered and fed him after that, but she was shunned and reviled. Whispers spread that she had consorted with a foul beast to spawn him.
Eventually, The Fawn’s mother grew weary of her pariah status, and she took the hideous boy far away, to the cliff side. She meant to cast them both into the ocean, but at the last moment changed her mind. Seizing a large rock, she struck her son on the head, and left him inert and bleeding. However, The Fawn’s thick, bony skull took the brunt of the blow without cracking, and he didn’t die. The wounded boy attempted to follow his mother back to their encampment, but he got lost on the way, and that was the last anyone heard of him.
But years later, a new menace appeared near the encampment, a terror waiting to waylay anyone attempting to traverse Wraeclast’s soaring cliffs. Somehow The Fawn had produced offspring, creatures as twisted and vile as their father. These “men” have a goat’s ability to eat anything they encounter, driving them in relentless pursuit of anything edible. They attack from above, smashing their prey underfoot with cloven hooves. Any who survive that assault are pummeled to death by a barrage of savage headbutts. If you hear the bleating of The Fawn, run away
"I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law… We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everbody’s nobody… I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal."
True Detective, 2014
A Visit to Berlin’s Abandoned Spreepark
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Just outside Berlin lies Spreepark, an abandoned East German amusement park. Kulturpark Plänterwald, later known as Spreepark, opened in 1969 and at its peak was host to over a million visitors a year. In 2001, however, only 400,000 people visited the park and it was closed down the following year.
Today, locals and tourists alike risk the trespassing fine to view and capture Spreepark’s headless dinosaur sculptures, roller coaster cars filled with leaves and Ferris wheel that spins slowly in the wind. Maxim Mestovsky (@mestovsky), a user experience designer from Minsk, Belarus, recently visited Spreepark on a trip to Berlin and shared his experience on Instagram. “You have to take a train through a mountain and over a lake then climb a fence to get into the park, but when you do, it’s beautiful,” he says. “The old Ferris wheel creaks, abandoned boats are strewn about. I don’t understand why they don’t sell tickets still! Maybe that’s the charm of the park.”