Visitors 101 Our most distant cousins have been visiting us for millennia. It is only in relatively recent history since the invention of the camera that their surprisingly friendly visitations have been documented on film. Previously humans relied on written accounts or artistic depictions, some of which we hope to show you should they be released to us soon. However this evidence, when it occasionally surfaces is quickly confiscated or ridiculed and labelled as a hoax, so amazingly these visits remain merely a myth until this day. In dusty boxes hidden in shady museums and secure facilities these pictures are mostly hidden away indefinitely until someone discovers them and is brave enough to leak them onto the internet and into public consciousness. Here is our first batch of pictorial documentation of these visitors throughout the ages. Visitor 044 - c1950s Rax - Raptor In the shadowy alleys of 1950s Chicago, an unusual alliance was forming beneath the flickering streetlights and the haze of cigar smoke. Mobsters in their fancy suits and fedoras, known for their clandestine dealings and ruthless enforcement, found themselves in negotiations with an otherworldly clientele—raptor-like aliens from a distant galaxy possibly descendants of Earthly origins. These raptors, standing over seven feet tall with skin stretched over sinew, glistening under the moonlight, possessed an eerie intelligence and a penchant for crime despite their pious beliefs. They communicated through a combination of guttural growls and surprisingly articulate English, learned from intercepted radio broadcasts. "Frankie, you ain't gonna believe this," muttered Johnny "Fingers" Malone, one of the more seasoned mobsters, as he lit his cigar and glanced nervously at the imposing figure before him. The raptor, known simply as Rax, flicked its tail impatiently, eyeing the briefcase of contraband goods with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "We've got the finest merchandise," Frankie assured, his voice steady despite the beads of sweat on his forehead. "Top-grade whiskey, untraceable weapons, and some... other items," he added with a sly smile, revealing a collection of alien artefacts smuggled from Roswell. Rax hissed approvingly, its claws clicking on the pavement. "We require more than trinkets," it growled. "Our technology in exchange for your Earth's resources. Metals, fuel, and... certain biological samples." The deal was struck in a shady backroom, a handshake sealing the fate of both parties. The raptors provided advanced weaponry and futuristic gadgets, coveted by the mob for their unrivalled efficiency in "persuading" rivals and eluding law enforcement. In return, the mobsters ensured a steady supply of rare Earth materials and human test subjects, abducted from the city's underbelly without a trace. Their transactions were swift and silent, the only witnesses being the rats scurrying in the gutters and the occasional drunkard too inebriated to comprehend the scene. As the raptors slinked back to their hidden ship, cloaked just beyond the city limits, Frankie and Johnny exchanged a look of uneasy triumph. "This could be the start of something big, Johnny," Frankie mused, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Or the end of everything we know." The raptors' presence in Chicago remained an urban legend, whispered in the backrooms of speakeasies and hinted at in cryptic newspaper columns. The unlikely partnership thrived, a testament to the lengths both humans and aliens would go to achieve their desires, no matter how bizarre the arrangement.