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Editor of The Charlotten here. I’m not here to drop another Preferred Parking scandal or peddle more feline apologetics today. I come bearing actual, historical news.

For the past few weeks, our newsletter subscribers have been following a developing saga.

While digging around in the radioactive silt at the bottom of Lake Norman looking for my dropped Costas, I struck a waterlogged, leather-bound cylinder. Inside was a fragmented, ancient cartographic record of our realm.

After weeks of grueling work in our subterranean restoration labs, and with the help of a world-renowned fantasy cartographer, the artifact has finally been fully restored to its original, vibrant color.

It turns out, the ancients knew exactly how chaotic this city is.

The map contains everything. If you zoom in on the archival photos, you can clearly see:

• The inescapable asphalt labyrinth of The Vortex of Exit 3A.
• The unholy, volcanic ash-clouds of Gast-Dür.
• The barren expanse of The Pothole Wilds.
• The towering Bass Pro Ziggurat and the Holy See of the Consumer.
• The great southern migration into the Dominion of Ballantyne-Exile.

For everyone who constantly complains that Charlotte has no culture, this is the definitive, historically sound proof that you are completely wrong. Our people have a deeply rooted culture and history. We just haven't been willing to dig deep enough into the radioactive mud to find it.

We are more than just traffic and hazy IPAs. We are a resilient realm of banking clerics, gold-rush prospectors, and battle-hardened survivors of the 277 gauntlet.

And before you even ask: no, this map is absolutely not for sale.

As a strict preservationist, I believe it is deeply unethical to cheapen our local heritage with mass-produced commercialism. This artifact belongs in a museum. The link below is a strictly regulated archival requisition portal. It is left here solely for certified researchers, local historians, and dedicated patrons of the realm who require a museum-grade replica for academic study. Please do not attempt to access the requisition link if you are merely a casual observer looking for apartment decor. The history of this city is not a novelty souvenir.

It has been an epic, grueling adventure pulling this piece from the depths and fighting to restore it to its rightful glory. It nearly broke the archives, but seeing the true history of the Queen City finally documented like this... it was worth every second of the journey. I hope you think so too.

Yours in undeniable historical accuracy,

The Chief Archivist
The Charlotten

The Charlotten has officially been bought by a group of international cat smugglers. Here is why.

CMACC is in dire straits.

No, I’m not talking about our old Panthers running back—CMC is doing just fine (too fine, I’d argue, in the way a successful ex might be, but I digress).

I’m talking about Charlotte-Mecklenburg Animal Care & Control, our taxpayer-funded animal shelter.

You know it, I know it, and Sir Purr definitely knows it. The City of Charlotte even knows it.

The difference is... it’s the City of Charlotte.

(To their credit, they passed a budget last year which includes $30 million for a new satellite shelter. But if you know anything about this beautiful city, you know that construction for that probably won't be complete until sometime between the Second Coming of Billy Graham or the completion of the Silver Line, whichever comes first.)

So, lacking any functioning alternatives in the meantime, we naturally need a private pet insurance company and a filmmaker from Milwaukee to team up for a movie night just to pay for a stray’s ACL surgery.

This Thursday at 7 PM, The Independent Picture House is screening 25 Cats From Qatar. The plot follows a high-stakes rescue mission to fly animals out of the Middle East, and the ticket sales are benefitting the CMACC Second Chance Medical Fund.

Which is a 501(c)(3) that pays for high-stakes surgeries that the municipal budget usually ignores in favor of buying more orange traffic cones. Or something.

In other words, your $12 ticket may objectively be the best ROI your money will see in this city. Second maybe only to paying whatever "convenience fee" Preferred Parking hit you with this month. (We really gotta help out the poor Stacks family... who, if they're reading this, yes, The Charlotten is still mulling over your collaboration request.)

All that being said, I do have to address the elephant in the room.

As a satirist, I like to pride myself on my impartiality. But the claws of Big Cat are no joke. Getting cornered by a group of international feline advocates was somehow scarier than a CMS Comms Officer calling to tell me to take down a post. So sue me. Unless you're The Onion. You already did that. (And lost)

So hit the link here. It’s a 95-minute cat heist movie, unrated, and recommended for ages 14+.

Tickets are $12 online and $18 at the door.

See you at tomorrow at IPH.

Cats > CATS

The Editor