[ WP ] The Flat Earth Society is correct . Space programs are a hoax , as a part of a worldwide conspiracy . What 's beyond the wall of ice that is Antarctica ?


 `` See for yourself'', they said. 
 Even now, standing right before the wall, I can not quite believe it. Why would they lie about something like this? 
 Another thought creeps up. If they spent so much energy on keeping this lie alive, why did they let me get so far? 
 Sure, no one will believe me. At first. But how much prove is the average human being able to ignore? 
 
 I feel the urge to touch it, to ensure that my eyes are n't deceiving me. I could not manage to move further after I had lied eyes upon the wall the first time, so it was still a good bit until I would reach it. Not a problem; I have the best equipment and a warm set of clothes with me, in addition to all the time in the world. 
 
 Night has fallen by the time I am able to touch the wall. I am slightly disappointed, and when I realize why, I start laughing. After all, it still only felt like a big block of ice. I do n't know what I expected. 
 I put up my tent and go to sleep. Much exploring is awaiting me. 
 
 I do n't sleep in, of course. As soon as the first rays of sunlight are visible, I am wide awake. I pack my things, unsure of what to do now. There is some mountain climbing gear in my backpack. However, the wall is unbelievably high. I am well past my best years and falling to death on an adventure is n't exactly the way I planned to go out. 
 I walk along the foundation until I see something odd. Encased in the wall of ice is a... wooden door? I approach it and, before I can think about what I'm doing, I knock. 
 
 The door swings open. 
 After getting over my near-heart-attack, I make a decision. I take my flashlight and enter the tunnel behind the door. 
 
 I have walked for what feels like an eternity when I arrive at the other end: Solid ice. I almost turn around, but then I see something else, a small piece of parchment clinging to the Ice. I inspect it. 
 Some odd hieroglyphs are written on it. Thinking nothing of it, I rip it from the wall and put it away. One more piece of proof to bring home. 
 
 
 *It drags its massive body along the ground, one claw on the wall, as always. And, as always, it does not leave a scratch. That is when it hears a guttural sound making the earth tremble coming from far away. Barely able to contain its excitement, it runs. When it arrives, his kin awaits him. Three deep claw marks run across the section of the wall in front of them. Going mad with anticipation, it throws itself against the wall, begins tearing through. No seal is there to stop it. *
