Basement in Offenburg, Germany

It had been an unassuming basement holding laundry and storage once, the man inside had been equally unremarkable, at least by his looks. Both had changed considerably and it was a question of perspective whether these changes were "good" or "bad". The boring white walls had been adorned with arcane symbols and rare artefacts, lending mystery and style where utter blandness had been before. The man had been in a wheelchair when the Weltensprung happened, having an important position but a very respectable and boring otherwise. Magic had taken him from that wheelchair, magic had taken his homeland from Earth and had cut all the ties and networks he had so carefully nurtured.
It had been natural for him to learn more about this magic and he had the means to hire accomplished teachers and insightful tomes. He had been stymied by his basic disbelief and lack of talent for a while. It had frustrated him at least as much as the policies that Germany followed after the Weltensprung. Instead of a balanced budget, instead of following rules hallowed by long used the government had spent like money they did not have as if it would go out style very soon.
The latter had cost him his position and had given him even more time for his studies. A new teacher had offered his services and where others had been unable to make headway he was able to provide enlightenment. Now he understood the world in ways as never before, had seen the wheels behind the wheels and was able to partake in knowledge usually forbidden for his kind.

Magic had given him a functioning body and insight, it had taken away family and friends. He was no longer interested in mundane matters when so much more important things were vying for his attention. And while the decoration of his former cellar had added style and substance the flies and odour had done their share to push him from his kin. It had taken some of his waning influence to keep the law away from some of his acquisitions and the questions from the BKA at bay. Yet all that was in the past, the long months of preparation, the acquisition of rare and illegal indigents, the fasting and meditations were over.
Wolfgang Schäuble made his way around the circle of warding again, chanting words of power that could only be produced by an altered throat and tongue. The candles lit one by one when he passed them and the symbols that he had written onto the concrete floor rose from ground and made a circle of their own around the former Secretary of Finance.
The body in the middle of the circle was dead for a day already, having been killed in creative ways that had inflicted the maximum of despair and pain while gaining the maximum of energy during that time. Some might say that his former job heading the revenue office had prepared him for this sacrifice perfectly.

And now everything was finally aligned properly, now was the time to fulfil his dreams. Using what he had gathered during the ritual he punched a jewel-encrusted dagger deep into the chest of the body before him. The voice was shrill and would have set the teeth of any listener on edge.
"Draghi, I summon you, Draghi, I beseech you, come and do my bidding…"

There was no observer in the room with Schäuble, yet places were had to define in the Warp anyway. Ml`kan, lesser servant of Tzeentch observed the ritual anyway as he had found his new student amusing. Originally he had hoped that he could use the old coot to influence German government, yet his doings had removed whatever sway Schäuble had held after his resignation. Now he watched the self-destruction with glee and mused what amusement he could gather from it. Deciding that actually playing whatever entity this Schäuble wanted to summon could be fun he moved inside the body occupying the warding circle.
He was finally "in" it when the ritual knife made an especially deep cut into the chest, a knife that cut even better inside the Empyrean than the material world. The scream of both man and demon was swallowed by the burst of energy that grew in intensity as in size exponentially and swallowed all in its way.

Europe Route E6, outside Reims, France

Claude Bonnier had taken out his special motorist love, a Citroen DS from 1972, for a joyride. His normal car was a great, modern ride, but it simply had nothing on the history and patina of "the Goddess".
Claude drove eastward on the highway that would have taken him to Germany in the old times. The E6 had once been one of the most important East-West routes in all of Europe, but with Germany being transported to another world, this route had been cut off. And what was worse for the traffic in Europe, even so many years since Germany went away, that so few connection had been replaced. The cursed Wasteland with his treacherous flora and fauna, not to forget the ground itself, made crossing it with a modern road a hard-fought battle kilometer by kilometer.

According to the newspapers, the head or the construction of the new E6 in the Wasteland was today where Ulm once was.
Since it would still be years until decent connections with the Czechs and Austrians could be made, the French part of the E6 east of Paris was comparatively empty after Reims. With the exception of Alsace, between Reims and the old border there were mostly sparsely settled regions of France. With the highway having lost most of its use as a transportation vein, long stretches of the road were nearly empty, which became a favourite for automobile enthusiasts.

Claude thought he could combine his spin with a shopping trip in Straßburg, which now had another distinction, that of France´s gate to the Wasteland. With the sun beginning to peek out of the clouds, Claude lowered the sun-screen down. with his eyes off the road from a moment, he never saw the change which cut right through the countryside like cut with a scissor.
He just felt a sudden change in the road condition, the pavement sounding different than before. What had the Frenchman really puzzled, was the forest that was now stretching beyond the road. a forest which should not have been here. Claude knew the E6 like his pocket, here definitely something was wrong.
It was the sign coming into his view now, which animated him to hit the breaks to a standstill. Claude did not believe the sign. His German was rusty, but he still understood enough to read signs. Standing at the edge of the highway was sign with a stylised German coat of Arms and the text "You are entering the territory of the Federal Republic of Germany. Please keep your passports ready. Sorcerers their license too. Resistance will be dealt with appropriately. Have a nice stay!"
Under the major sign there was another greeting with a coat of arms. It said: "Welcome to New Prussia!"

Claude finally laughed and looked out for a place a TV camera could be hidden. He had to give it´s due to the team of "Candid Camera", that was a good one. He travelled on. Two hundred meters further down the road after a slight curve his laugh died on his lips. In front of him was a border patrol station flying the German flag. There were 2 IFV and a "Wiesel" covering the approach and the guys patrolling outside were in full combat uniforms and armed. The station itself was obviously a reinforced structure and drones were flying overhead.

Dear Readers, remember the date-it is April`s Fools day over here. This update is only for your amusement and I think you can identify that well enough. Tomorrow there will be the normal update.