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Postby Mizuyuki » Sun Jul 27, 2014 11:42 pm


Mizuyuki mount spirited comeback to edge past HopNation
3-2 victory keeps Shirakiin on course for mid-qual lead; Mihashi's Vaporeons next on the schedule

Zorg, Copperwies - The paying customers certainly got their money's worth yesterday night, as the rising HopNation took on the Nova of Mizuyuki in a pulsating encounter of football at the Rhizome Arena. Ninety minutes of exciting end-to-end football saw a veritable goalfest, both teams sharing a remarkable five goals as Mizuyuki eventually eked out a slim victory courtesy of a late, late goal by substitute Saten Ruiko.

Up against a similarly-oriented side in terms of playing philosophy, Shirakiin opted to dispense with her trademark tactical eccentricities and fielded a conventional 4-2-3-1; the only tactical innovation she allowed herself was the deployment of the inverted wingers - a defining characteristic of Shirakiin's tactical setups over the last three years. As expected after a gruelling run of five international-level competitive games within the span of two weeks, the manager's rotation policy was in effect - Tachibana slotting into the back line in place for Mikasa, who was pushed up into the midfield pivot, deputising for Saten. The second change came in the lone forward position - Izawa was given a chance to impress in place of the consistently excellent Kurugaya, who took a well-deserved break after bagging an impressive return of five goals over the last five matches. The final switch came in the midfield, where Honda Midori, fresh from a spell on the sidelines after having picked up a minor muscle strain, replaced the tiring Isshiki on the right wing.

Even before the first touch had been taken, the stadium was chock full of expectant fans hoping to see a fantastic match of attacking football. Given Shirakiin's notorious long-standing refusal to compromise on her ideological position and Warren Schmidt's apparent reluctance to invite the Nova to attack the Hops - a position which was reflected in his selection of the starting XI on the day - a goalfest was always on the cards. Indeed, after the Hops' lineup was revealed, the question was - simply - how many goals would be scored during the course of the match? There was no doubt that Shirakiin planned to take the game to Mizuyuki's opponents, as was her wont, and Schmidt's similarly attacking lineup only served to reinforce the general consensus that the match would be a high-scoring one, and consequently, there was no shortage of pundits lining up with their wildly varying predictions for the game, ranging from a resounding 5-0 win for Mizuyuki to a limp 4-2 defeat for the same.

Clearly itching to turn on the style, Mizuyuki raced out of the blocks from the start, pressing high up the pitch and trying to hassle the Hops into committing elementary errors. Periods of sustained blanket pressure was exacted upon the opponents on the day, with a lively Ishibashi metronome-like in her running, positioning and distribution. Eventually, she produced the first effort on goal in the 7th minute - a drilled Honda cross aimed at the near post caught the Hops defenders unawares; nipping in front of Rayrd Lesamnal, Ishibashi got her foot on the ball and poked it at goal from two yards out. The shot was well-saved by Oeny Subanos, who turned the ball behind the post for a corner, but the inexorability of Mizuyuki's victory seemed to be more entrenched by the second.

Ishibashi, tasked with taking the resultant corner, laid off a short pass to the waiting Tsuchimikado just outside the penalty area; the captain immediately attempted to replicate her goal against Tryienne, dipping a shoulder to fool the covering defender and blast powerfully at goal . However, her luck was not quite so good this time around; the ball ricocheted off the frame of the goal and fell kindly to Wiashrod, whose long cross-field pass acted as an effective catalyst for a counter attack. Pheir Droimpol, receiving the ball in the middle of the park from his teammate, sprayed an excellent through ball into the final third for the onrushing Schytaing - who, confronted with the sight of an incoming Takanashi, deftly avoided the clumsy sliding challenge by the 'keeper and lifted the ball into the goal.

Roars erupted amongst the home support as the travelling fans hung their heads in dejection, a mirror image of the Mizuyukian players trooping back into position for the kickoff. Barely a quarter of an hour into the game, and they were already trailing thanks to a catastrophic defensive lapse; needless to say, Shirakiin was not pleased at her lacklustre defence, bellowing instructions and gesticulating furiously at her players from the sidelines as the game kicked off once again. Tsuchimikado, in her capacity as caption, valiantly supported her manager's efforts with a few exhortations of her own, but it proved to be insufficient to get the team back on their feet in this case. Within a further ten minutes, a dazzling piece of interplay between Myer and Schytaing left Natsume in their wake, as once more the effective Schytaing capitalised to put his team 2-0 up on the day.

However, the Nova were seemingly galvanised by conceding a second goal. Instead of continuing on their alarming descent into general mediocrity on the field, the team stepped it up a gear and began a sustained assault on the HopNation goal, urged on by their captain and manager. The Hops defence, not recognised for their solidity, was finally breached five minutes before half time, as Izawa chested down a loose ball in the area and lashed the ball across a stranded Subanos into goal. The score remained the same until the whistle blew for half time; the two teams went in, one with a tenuous lead that looked like it could slip from their grasp at any moment - the other, one goal down, but gradually beginning to rediscover their footing in the game.

When the game next restarted, it was Mizuyuki who once more regained the upper hand. The Nova exhibited some exemplary pressing play as they swarmed up the pitch into the opposing half, looking for another goal to level the scores; such was their efficacy that the Hops were harassed into no fewer than two crucial defensive mistakes, which would have been enough for Mizuyuki to establish a lead but for the profligacy of Honda and Ishibashi respectively; both of them skied their shots from around twenty yards when it seemed easier to hit the target. However, the offence kept chipping away, and their persistence was finally rewarded on the stroke of the hour as Smuemund, who had been unconvincing throughout, scythed through Izawa in full flight and earned a caution for his trouble. From the resulting direct free kick - twenty five yards away from goal in the left channel, Ishibashi took an opportunistic punt and was richly rewarded as her thunderbolt of a shot dipped just under the bar, well away from the 'keeper's despairing attempt to save.

From that point on, it was all Mizuyuki as the Nova continuously bombarded the hapless Hops 'keeper, who was forced to make save after save in order to keep his team in the game. If it were not for his heroic efforts, Mizuyuki would have long been out of sight come the final whistle. As it were, Subanos very nearly managed to preserve a point for his country - he managed to hold out against the unrelenting waves of attacks until the ninety-second minute, when Loontas put paid to his 'keeper's efforts with a hanging leg that sent Saten sprawling to the ground. Initially, it looked as if the contact between the two had been minimal, and indeed several Hoptonians took to remonstrating with the referee in an attempt to change his mind. However, the referee was unmoved as he pointed to the spot and cautioned Loontas. Saten, ever the reliable player, dusted herself off and took the penalty herself, stroking the ball low into the bottom right corner.

Four games, twelve points. The Mizuyukian juggernaut may have been given a run for their money, but they continue to progress towards the ultimate goal of qualification for the World Cup finals.
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Postby Torisakia » Sun Jul 27, 2014 11:44 pm

Raiden: The Thunder

Chapter 11: 7.28


It was after the game against Carialus, where Torisakia tied in an entertaining 3-3 match, and Mikami was sitting at home with the rest of the TCTF appointed taskforce, along with Lucas and Jessica. Since he listened in on the call between Johnny and Cassidy, Mikami had devised a counter-plan to meet face-to-face with them and have them arrested for conspiring to kill someone. He hoped for this plan to work out in the way that Johnny and Cassidy would try to kill him when they meet, and then have the TCTF move in. But he would still have to act as though he worshiped Kira, else he'd lose their trust. But he had to find a reason to meet with them face-to-face, as asking them out of the blue would be too suspicious.

A few days past and Mikami still hadn't contact either Johnny or Cassidy. He figured he'd wait a few days up until the day they were to fake their deaths to call them. Mikami had planned, along with the TCTF taskforce, Lucas, and Jessica, to call Johnny and Cassidy, telling them that Kira has appointed them to a special mission, and that they needed to meet in-person. It might work, if they make it believable. It was around 8pm at night when Mikami decided to call them. He decided to call them both at the same time, rather than separately to make it more believable. He got on Zhkype and call them both in a group call, still using his voice changer to hide his normal voice. Both Johnny and Cassidy picked up in a matter of seconds.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Johnny, Cassidy. I have some news for the both of you,"

"What?"

"I have some information from Kira..."

"What? Kira?" They both said, surprised.

"Yes. Kira wants me to appoint you on a special mission for him,"

"What is it?" Johnny said, after a moment of silence.

"It seems that Lawliet has ordered a bunch of minions to disrupt the game against Nassau-Hessen by protesting outside, and he wants them all killed, and since both of you will be there, it only made sense to have you two to do the deed,"

"Seems easy enough," Cassidy said, reassured.

"Yes, however Kira wishes for this to be done in a special way. So we'll all have to meet in-person to discuss it,"

"Why can't we discuss it here?"

"Because it wouldn't make sense if I told you here,"

"Makes sense, I guess," Johnny said, followed by a moment of silence.

"So, where do we meet?" Cassidy asked.

"We'll meet in the old Kisko warehouse in Douglas-La Pryor, just near Troutwood Boulevard at noon on July 28th, and please bring your notebooks with you,"

"Alright, we'll make sure to meet you there," Cassidy said, writing the details down on a piece of paper.

"I look forward to meeting you both," Mikami said as he ended the call.

"So, now what?" Lucas asked.

"Well, once we meet them, if they're still sticking to the plan of killing me, they'll attempt to. When that happens and it's apparent that it doesn't work, we'll move in and arrest them," Mikami responded, twirling his hair with his finger.

"But what if they don't try to kill you, or don't even show up?" Jessica asked, in a concerned tone.

"Well, they'll obviously show out of fear that if they don;t, Kira will have them killed. If they choose not to kill me there, then we'll wait another few days then send our guys after them,"

"So, do we come with you?" Lucas questioned, obviously concerned for his own safety.

"Yes. You and Ms. Holbrook will be coming with me as well as Detective Adrichem and the rest of the TCTF taskforce in this case, however you will all be in hiding to make sure everything goes smoothly. When we have apprehended them both, both of you can come out. Everyone else will also be in hiding there as well,"

"Seems like a nice plan, lets just hope it works..." Lucas said, with a sigh.

July 28th...the day of the meeting

The old Kisko warehouse creaked, the sound of an old fan echoed throughout, and water drips could be heard in rhythm with the sound of the turning fan. Mikami, the TCTF taskforce, and the others had already arrived, waiting for Johnny and Cassidy to show up. It was a few minutes before noon, and the weather outside was calm. There was a slight breeze, which made the walls of the warehouse creak, but everything was favorable. It was two minutes before noon when Mikami ordered the taskforce and everyone else to go into hiding, towards the back of the warehouse near the old machinery. The time struck noon, the meeting had begun. Just a few seconds after, Johnny and Cassidy arrived at the warehouse, and entered through a door on the side. Mikami was there waiting for them.

"Johnny? Cassidy?" Mikami asked, knowing obviously it was them, but to make himself believable.

"Yes," They both said, showing Mikami their Death notes.

"Right on time. Very great. We have a lot to discuss," Mikami said as he rummaged through his jacket to find something. As Johnny and Cassidy waited, they both looked at each other, determined.

"Mikami has no idea...," Johnny thought to himself, trying to keep himself from laughing. "He has no idea that we are the ones who will win, and that he will be dying today,"

"Ah, here it is," Mikami said, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "This is a map of the stadium that the Torisakia team will be playing in in Nassau-Hessen, I've outlined where Lawliet will be placing his minions,"

Johnny took the piece of paper, still trying to keep himself from laughing, "Hm, I see, so all we have to do is kill them all with the notebooks?"

"Yes, the only special thing is, you must kill them one-by-one, in different intervals of time,"

"Ah, I see," Cassidy said, also trying to stop from laughing. There wasa long pause before Johnny and Cassidy couldn;t keep themselves from laughing anymore. They suddent burst out laughing.

"Hm. What's funny?" Mikami asked, in a serious way.

"Oh, Mikami. The only thing funny here is you," Cassidy said, still laughing.

"I am?"

"Yes, you see, this whole thing is just a plot by me and Cassidy. We're not really going to do what you say. In fact, we're going to do something even better." Johnny said, in-between his laughs.

"Ah, I see. What is it you're going to do then?"

Johnny opened his notebook, "We're ending you," he took out a pen, "It's time we do things our way," Mikami paused for a moment.

"If you're going to write my name in the Death Note, then do it," Mikami said, hiding his smile.

"What? You want us to do this?" Cassidy asked seriously.

"If you really want to, then do so,"

There was another pause as Johnny started to write Mikami's name in the notebook. Mikami still tried to hide his smile and held his head down. Johnny finished writing Mikami's name in the Death Note, then a 40 second pause followed, as that's how much time it took for the Death Note to kill someone.

"Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, fourty!" Cassidy yelled, looking at her watch. Another breif moment of silence followed as the sounds from the warehouse broke the silence, still no one said a word.

"Did you write his name correctly?" Cassidy asked Johnny, looking at the notebook.

"Yes, I'm sure! Why isn't he dead yet?!" Johnny yelled, trying to write Mikami's name again.

"That's because the notebook's power isn't real," mikami said, smiling.

"What do you mean?! Of course it works!" Cassidy yelled angrily.

"Actually, it doesn't. You see, those notebooks were made by me to give you and the entire Kira Cult false power to believe that Kira is real. So everything and everyone you've killed with the notebook, didn;t happen. Alright, everyone, come out," Mikami said, motioning for everyone to come out of hiding and the taskforce to move out.

"WHAT?!" Johnny yelled as everyone he killed and everyone Cassidy killed walked out from the shadows and TCTF agents grabbed him and Cassidy.

"It's true, Mr. Kelso, you were set up," Mikami said, still smiling.

"HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!" Johnny said, breaking free of the TCTF agent's hold and running away. Cassidy did the same. The TCTF agents shot at them both, getting both of them. They fell down in agony.

"It's over, Mr. Kelso and Ms. McKenzie, you've lost, just give in," Mikami said, twirling his hair.

"ARGH! DAMN YOU!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS...? CASSIDY, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! WRITE DOWN THEIR NAMES! WRITE THEM DOWN! AARRGGG, KILL THEM NOW!!" Johnny yelled, his voice breaking down.

"Where are you, Lucas?! Where is Tommy?! Someone... What do I do now...?" Johnny said to himself, now crying.

To be continued...


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Postby New Wolfopolis » Sun Jul 27, 2014 11:56 pm

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Wolfpack Drop Game in Estope, 2-1

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New Wolfopolis lost to Estope yesterday, 2-1. The action, however, started before the game. The little boy that held Nicholas Pollard's hand during the pregame ceremony kicked Pollard in the shin. He seemed to brush it off, acting as if nothing happened, but it did look like it hurt. At least a little. Nevertheless, Pollard played, without any difficulty. Then, in the fifth minute, Pollard discovered something else interesting: there were sprinkler heads that were popping up. After he talked to the referees about it, and the refs talked to the grounds crew, the issue was resolved, and his ankles remained unbroken. There seemed to be a lot of dirty plays against Pollard, but not many were called. On the other end of the spectrum, New Wolfopolis did not commit all twelve fouls that were called against them today. In many of their supposed "fouls," Estope players made an effort to look like they were being fouled. This was especially evident in the 25th minute, when Bob Good kicked the ball away from Andrew Stark. The kick set New Wolfopolis up for a great 3 on 1 scoring opportunity, however, Andrew Stark fell down on the play, a yellow card was given, and a free kick was awarded, Nothing would come of it, however. The scoring began in the eleventh minute, when Delvin Brooks played back-and-forth with Travis Barria. This set him up for a great running shot, which was just past Nicholson. This would put them ahead early, 1-0. They would get another goal in stoppage time of the first half, when Milo Dewith took a shot from outside the right side of the box. It was able to barely hit the high right corner and come down just past the goal line to give the Estope side a 2-0 lead going into the half. Good for Gould happened at the half. Randomly in the 58th, though, Pollard decided to get rid of both his forwards in favor of reserve forwards. However, the method paid off in the 74th, when Pollard put the ball right to Eugene Acosta, who was able to maneuver around the defender. Eventually, he would fake the shot and pass to Domingo Foster, who easily put the ball in the back of the net. In the 89th, the Wolfpack had a great scoring chance. Both forwards and Pollard were inside the box, passing back and forth until they found the perfect shot. One Acosta to Pollard pass was a particularly good one, leading Pollard to the right and giving him a great angle around the defender and the keeper into the right corner. However, right as he was about to shoot, Josh Sanford caught up to him, and slid into Pollard from the side. Sanford was given a yellow card for his actions, and Pollard a free kick. On his free kick, Pollard had a ground ball which tricked the keeper, but was just wide of the goal. That final minute miss gave Estope a 2-1 victory. That win puts them 2 points ahead of the Wolfpack in third, while the Wolfpack sunk from third to fourth. And that brings us to tomorrow's game.

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That's right, Star United States is the next team to make the dangerous trek into the Bowl of Cherries. Granted, with their natural disaster situation, a trek into New Wolfopolis is definitely a safer trek than one through Star United States. But anyway. SUS, despite the situation in their home country, have put together two wins, and they currently sit directly behind New Wolfopolis in the standings. They've been playing some very good football recently. As has New Wolfopolis. They currently have a 3-match home winning streak, and a 3-match home shutout streak. To be honest, I don't see either of those ending. Prediction: Wolfpack 1-0 Star United States.
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Postby Yttribia » Mon Jul 28, 2014 12:12 am

There was a modest crowd gathered near Casino Peak, a massive park inside the city of Fontvieille. The crowd was dressed in black attire, as the entire crowd had gathered to give Junior Administrator Brent Stephenson. Most people were extremely close to the man, either as family members, college roommates, or fellow politicians. They both spoke about all of the good times they had with Brent, shocked by his sudden death. Porter Augustin had consoled the family members of Brent, before he went up to the podium to deliver Brent's eulogy.

"Friends, family, and esteemed colleagues. We've come here today to celebrate the life of a Junior Administrator, a brother, a father, a colleague, and most importantly, a friend known as Brent Stephenson. Brent was one of those people who you could enjoy having a day-to-day conversation with. He had a wide range of topics to choose from, and they could be interesting, just like Brent himself. We met when the Corvax Movement hadn't taken off yet, as we were both members of the National Front several years ago. And what could I say, the man was one of the most intelligent people I've ever met. He had an admiration for this nation that we all love. He, also, had a passion for the beautiful game of football. He loved it so much that he wanted his funeral near the pitch of his favorite club, FC Olivera. And here we are, much sooner than I thought, sadly."

Augustin picked up the glass of water om the podium, as he began to sip the water. He then took his handkerchief, and wiped off some water near his face.

"However, Brent loved serving his country. He truly did. He loved the willpower the bright young scientists of Yttribia have in them. He, most importantly, loved his party. He sadly died because of his values. While watching our best scientists work their butts off, his cigar was tainted, which led to his untimely death. We have come to believe that whoever gave Brent the cigar, was a spy. This spy we believe is a Guayabalense, (OOC: Augustin has no idea that it was someone from Yttribia. He just wants an excuse for war.) working for their Communist Party."

The reaction of everyone attending the funeral was one of pure shock. Most of these mouths were gaping, and some couldn't believe the thought of a spy having infiltrated the Corvax Party headquarters.

"While this may come to a shock to us all, we must realize that this was the work of a heartless bastard. Brent Stephenson was one of those people who would never give up on themselves, no matter the cause or potential effect. Which is why we plan on bringing the nation of San Jose Guayabal to justice for Brent's death. This urn's ashes, containing those of Brent Stephenson, shall now be free."

Brent took the urn from atop of the podium, and began to make his way through the aisle, walking to the stadium of Brent's favorite club. As he arrived to the stadium, he handed the urn to Pablo, the local grasskeeper. Pablo took the urn from his arms, and began to make his way to the pitch. Pablo opens up the urn, as he begins to sprinkle half of his ashes all around the center of the field. He returned with the half-empty urn, and handed it back to Porter, who then brought it all the way back to the podium.

"Friends, we shall fight the perpetrators of Brent's death. Because it was what he would have wanted to do. We shall send our tactical forces to destroy San Jose Guayabal. City by city."
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Postby The Royal Barangay » Mon Jul 28, 2014 12:37 am

The Agilang Dilaw were used to flying with other people in flights that have single seat configuration, and despite the fact that they sit along with numerous strangers in their flights, they have experienced minimal fuss if not much. Once the seatbelts are unfastened in-flight and attendants start to serve passengers, many people, ranging from young to old, men or women stand in their seats, approach any member of the Agilang DIlaw they see, and sign autographs and take pictures of them. Some of the players even have flight-long conversations with their seatmates which give each other inspiration for their next endeavors. There was even this one flight that the captain of the team, Gregorio Bautista, and every player of the 23-man squad of the Agilang Dilaw was invited to the cockpit of an Aerolineas Sangti flight going to Legalese for the World Cup finals. That flight particularly was a great moment for those aboard, as the team themselves organized a short program in-flight in front of many Barangayans also going to watch the World Cup.

With the disappearance of Aeroquebec Flight 69, the KPMB acted swiftly to isolate the team from any possible external factor, such as an assault inside the plane or even hijacking. Starting the visit to Green Highland, the KPMB signed a five year sponsorship contract with Aerolineas Sangti to provide two planes for the football team - one for short haul or Esportivan destinations, which currently has an all-economy classification of 70 passengers, and another for long-haul destinations, which currently utilize a two-class configuration and seats 200 passengers. The plan for the planes is to convert them into a more comfortable configuration for the players and staff. It also reduces a need for the planes to land at an airport which is far from the stadium they will play, as they could request to land in an airport more close to it.

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Postby Alasdair I Frosticus » Mon Jul 28, 2014 1:02 am

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"I say, old bean... I thought this was supposed to be a cup for chaps?"

"Absolutely, Biffy old sport - and the best sort of chap at that..."

"So why is it so, well, violent?"

"I don't quite catch your meaning...."

"Monks rioting, conflicts over Corvidiae, presidential assassinations, revolutions, several incidents of biting during matches, and the Lord High Gregory doing what the Lord High Gregory does best - not the sort of thing we expect from chaps, is it?"

"Ah well; no doubt it'll all calm down once qualification's over and the chaps and chappettes get to see and experience the wonderful facilities we've prepared for them here. It'll all have a soothing impact, no doubt."
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Postby Mizuyuki » Mon Jul 28, 2014 1:04 am

Kirigiri damn it.

Kaede reached in the glove compartment of the rusty old van and extricated a towel. Wiping her face down with the ragged piece of fabric, she stopped the vehicle by the roadside and once again consulted the map of Achiga.

Where the hell are we now? After passing that rickety sign, Kaede had stuck faithfully to her gamer's instinct every time she'd come across a fork in the road; go left every time and hope to Kirigiri it wasn't a dead end. If it was, the problem was easily solved; retrace steps and resume journey on the path not taken.

Problem was, the place was a veritable labyrinth.

I've been driving for thirty minutes now; where in Kirigiri's name is this place?

Just as Kaede was tempted to find a local farmer or landowner, one of the gentry perhaps, and ask for directions (should have done that from the start, damn it), Fuu stirred in her seat, presumably awakened by the sudden jolt that accompanied Kaede's standing on the brakes. Seconds later, Kaede heard Haruka yawning in the back; clearly she too had been roused from her beauty sleep by her sister's driving. Draping a shoulder over the seat, Kaede beckoned with a hand. Seconds later, she was joined in her perusal of the map by two sleepy girls; one determinedly rubbing the sleep out of her eyes while nursing a can of isotonic drink, the other, trailing a line of drool over the city of Achiga in her oblivion.

With a sigh, Kaede grabbed a packet of tissue paper and began the unenviable task of removing Fuu's saliva from the map.

"Damn it to hell and back, Fuu. Keep your mouth in check for a sec, then you can go back to sleep. Heaven only knows how you can manage to fall asleep seconds after getting a faceful of Isoplus." Fuu's only response to Kaede's withering remark was a dreamy smile; she clearly wasn't full awake.

"She's hopeless. I only fear that my baby sister has caught the lazy bug from her ..." Feeling despondent, Kaede turned to face Haruka, fully expecting to find her asleep on her feet, but to her eternal surprise - the eleven-year-old was already up and about, focusing her attention on the map while stifling the occasional yawn.

"Help me out here, Haruka! You know your sister's crap at reading maps. I need a damn navigator if we don't want to camp out in the wilderness tonight."

Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Haruka leaned forward and stabbed at a winding trail plastered on the map.

"You mean we should take this route?" Haruka gave an acquiescing nod before returning to her lair in the back of the van. No doubt trying to catch another round of forty winks before Kaede managed to lead them to their destination.

"Right, here goes nothing ... " Kaede twisted her cap around to shield her eyes from the sun and took a long, cold gulp of Isoplus from her tumbler. The van eased away from the side of the road and soon returned to belching out dark, noxious fumes, as was its wont.

"I have a feeling today's gonna be a long, looong day ..."
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Postby Paradystopia » Mon Jul 28, 2014 2:47 am


Welcome one and all to the topical sports program for this Cuppes fo' Chappes; 'I Say'. A damn bally-good look at Paradystopia's recent results in this most spiffing of sporting campaigns. Anywho, let us begin several games ago with their lucky away draw.
Newe Neorthaghmuelande 1, Paradystopia 1. The Blakke Cattes were damn lucky to even get a point out of this one. Foskar's refusal to play due to being 'slightly tired' causing an unnecessary brouhaha in the away team's camp and this disorganisation showed. Barely 3 minutes of play and they were one down. Percie Darllyng caught out of position, too far advanced and screaming at the defense and the unexpected 35' blast was well out of his reach. From then on, the Paradystopi's clammed up, struggled to find attacking avenues and a disappointing loss seemed inevitable ...

Suddenly, a man dressed in a red robe leapt into the studio.

"Nobody expects the Inevitable Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise ... surprise and fear ... fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise ... and ruthless efficiency ... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency ... and a fanatical devotion to Lex Crowley ..."

Upon swift realisation that the topical humour show was actually in a different studio, the interloper swifted exited with an embarrassed grin.

We do apologise for the interruption. As I was saying, a disappointing loss seemed inevitable had it not been for some bold substitutions from the Vaian manager at half-time. y'Aetheklyffe was replaced with the more attacking Yu Kimykoe Uun who wasted no time stamping her authority upon the match. The momentum swang Paradystopia's way but it took until the 70th minute before Uun flicked a low corner in at the near post thus salvaging a point in a performance which outlined many of the Blakke Cattes' frailities.
Paradystopia 2, Ysle y’Gonssarlez 0. It was business as usual facing low ranked Ysle y’Gonssarlez and with Foskar back on the field a win was inev... inescapable. After scoring twice before ten minutes, the former Mousebaneska promptly requested a substitution and slept for the remainder of the match. Verrithayre made her competitive debut in place of Foskar but little else happened as the Paradystopi held the lead in a much more solid performance than their previous outing.
Beyres wi’Armes 3, Paradystopia 3. Although there were many goals here, the main talking point of this match was the three red cards towards the end of the first half which left nine Paradystopis facing ten of the Bear-Belles. The incident in question was the sending off of Percie Darllyng for a poor tackle upon Karra o Hara. Naturally, this controversial incident in which a player was sent off for a foul upon an invisible ... ermmm ... entity? was adjudged by the entire Blakke Cattes squad as being unnecessarily harsh. Teks Powres made way for Yvellyn Gousse to step into the fray but nonetheless, she failed to save the penalty and Paradystopia found themselves both a player and a goal down in the 38th minute. Things got worse only 90 seconds later when Pfyffydghoerraks, still unhappy with the decision, became involved in a verbal brawl with o Barrden which promptly escalated to the point where the majority of both teams where required to seperate the feuding players long enough for the referee to banish both from the field. Accusations that Foskar had attempted deliberately to get the Beyres wi'Armes team down to ten players by antagonising their team member most likely to lose their temper left a sour taste in the the mouths of both teams and the palpably tense atmosphere lasted the remaining minutes up to the half-time break. Knowing they had to make an impact, even with so few players on the field, the Blakke Cattes came out to start the second half fired up. In the first ten minutes, the Beyres wi'Armes woodwork rattled three times as Paradystopia peppered their goal with shots. It was eventually the unlikely choice of Boeloe deBoeloe who evened the scores with a strong header from a Quykfut corner. With the goal, the team grew in energy and desire. A clever interception from Whalmsye from seconds after the restart put y'Aetheklyffe in a one-on-one situation which he wasn't going to miss. All of a sudden, the Paradystopi 9 were ahead. deBoeloe 56' and y'Aethklyffe 57'. The troubled Bear-Belles were panicked and when Whalmsye was brought down metres from the edge of the area, Quykfut didn't waste the opportunity to put the icing upon the cake. Jeoffrey Haezsus' dummy run did everything it was supposed to and Quykfut's low and powerful strike ricochetted in off the base of the post. With just under half an hour to go, it was looking like Paradystopia had made the most epic of comebacks until ...
*click*

"Yes, we all know what happened then ..."

Kadenza silenced the radio. Thinking about a Paradystopi decline was too much for her currently. No-one knew anything, or wished to say anything on the topic of this shadowy meeting due to occur very soon in the Commune and that was causing her a great deal of stress. She took the second tub of Jen and Barrie's ice cream from the freezer compartment. She was supposed to be following a diet yet had told herself that her mental wellbeing was currently more important than her physical, and ice cream was the best medicine. It wasn't, she knew that, but she didn't really care. There was also the fact that so many weird things were happening in Paradystopia. Unexplainable things. Well, more unexplainable things than usual. Was this an omen? The end of Paradystopia? Was it that inevitable ...

Suddenly, a man dressed in a red robe materialised in her kitchen.

"Nobody expects the Inevitable Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise ... surprise and fear ... fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise ... and ruthless efficiency ... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency ... and a fanatical devotion to Lex Crowley ... Our ... errmmm ... What am I doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the very same question ..."
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Postby Schottia » Mon Jul 28, 2014 3:00 am

Dissatisfied

Part Four


In was snowing. Flakes the size of pennies floated down through the 19th century tenement streets, landing on the frosty cobles bellow. Gary Corsie stood, a hot cup of coffee in both hands, staring out of the window. He always hoped when it snowed that it would snow a lot. He had always said he could enjoy any extreme of weather, heat, rain, wind, snow, and frost. He was glad that he had decided to take the day off from training, the world cup was coming up this winter and he would not get much time to himself. He would take the rest of the day to do some work on the clock. Maybe he would finally pluck up the courage to take it to bits and see how it worked. But right now he had to tune back in as Karen was calling him.

'Okay, that's me off to work.' Gary hated it how she called training work. Just call it training, you're not going the office. He could say that. No better not.

'Okay darling, have a lovely day.' He hoped that sounded genuine.

'I will. Oh and Gary, if you are going to take the whole day off and sit around in your pyjamas try to do something useful like clean up a bit eh?' She picked up her car keys of the table. 'And have a shave for goodness sake, you're meant to be an ambassador for your country not Karl Marx.' With that she slammed the door and headed out.

Gary stood where he was, not altering his posture any. His steaming hot cup was still held tight under his chin. Was Karen a horrible person he asked himself. Maybe not the right question. Could he do any better? Right question. The answer sadly was no, a resounding no. He could maybe sleep with a Port Sebastian fan, sometimes a cute one would make a pass at him. But no, he would feel a bit used. What was it about his mentality that he would be the one who felt used? Surely most footballers used their attractive fans; "come home and I'll show you my medals" sort of thing. He needed to rethink things here a bit. Why because he was a footballer did he need to act like one? Maybe things would be easier with Karen if he did. Maybe if he was the kind of guy who gave her a slap on the bottom as they left the flat, rather than the kind who asked if she had brought a clean tissue, they would get on better. Was he going to have to conform to peer pressure, like the time he cancelled his subscription to White Dwarf? No, just stick to your guns Gary. You are the kind of person who enjoys more subtle things in life, like reading writing, and larping. God that was a bloody disaster! He never guessed that him running around dressed as an Ossarian warrior would make the front pages of the newspapers. How could him carrying a sword and shield be in the public interest? And the nickname "Beardy Corsie" god, could the media not even be bothered to use alliteration these days.

Maybe there was something wrong with him, the way he had shrunk away from popular culture, maybe it was fear of failure. All the guys on the team talked about girls and cars. He couldn't drive and had only slept with one woman in his life. Do you think Karen knew that was the case? Yes, a resounding yes.

'Well this clock isn’t going to mend itself.' He said out loud, putting the cup down and investigating the said object. After much effort and help from Dr Google he managed to get inside the internal workings. There he was met with a forest of pendulums and springs, it was like nothing he had expected. Dusty cogs and chains criss-crossed the path ahead of him, and he gingerly moved his fingers inside. He could move the parts quite comfortably by himself, but had no idea how to get it working again. He brought the clock over to the window and pulled a table near to rest it there. In the light he got a better look inside. At the back there was a small envelope a little like the kind that would accompany a bunch of flowers, small and neat. He slipped his had in and fished it out. It was a little yellowed but otherwise in crisp condition and was still sealed. Gary opened it. Inside the letter read:

Dear Kerr,

On such a sad day for you and your family our thoughts are with you. I need you to know that although things did not work out for us in Dundee my heart is with you. Had it not been for this then we would still be together. You must know that you were never second best.

All my love,

Margaret.


Gary sat back for a good while, just rubbing his beard between his fingers. He was filled with a sense of nostalgia. The old smell of the paper was like a drug to him. He sat there on the floor for a long time, maybe even hours, but he already knew something, he needed to track down the clock's owner and deliver the unread message. This was what they called an adventure. Not a modern kind of adventure, like having a holiday in Rome. An old-fashioned adventure. An adventure with bells on. The kind that the famous five would have. This was better than sex! Well, at least better than sex with a person who didn't really love you.

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Postby Filopines » Mon Jul 28, 2014 3:35 am

What would happen if Filopines don't win World Cup 69?

I was on my way to work when I spotted my friend, Paul, on a busy city street. His back was turned away from me. I call out to him. "Paul! Paul!" He didn't respond. "Paul, it's Gavin!" He was either ignoring me or didn't hear me as he moves further away. I swiftly made my way through the crowd whilst shouting my friend's name. I was less than twenty metres from him. "Paul!" Everyone stopped and looked at me, including Paul. They did not look happy at all. The crowd gave Paul some space as he slowly walked towards me. He looked down on me as I cowered in fear. Ten seconds passed in pure silence. The crowd began to slowly walk towards me in the centre. Their steps, while silent, were extremely terrifying. They all jumped on top of me, crushing every single bone in my body. My entire life flashed before my eyes as they shouted my name at the top of their lungs. "Gavin!"

"Gavin!"

"Gavin!"

"Gavin!"

"Gavin!"

"Gavin!"

"Gavin." I heard a soft, faint voice calling out my name. "Gavin." I rubbed my eyes and looked forward to see my wife, Lana, with a worried look on her face. "Gavin, you don't look so well." I breathed a sigh of relief as I realised that is was just a dream. "You've got to get ready for work, Gav."

I quickly got dressed and was out the door just like that.

I walked along the very same street I walked down in my dream. Just like the dream, I saw Paul off in the distance. That dream scared the crap out of me. Just in case, I decided to play it safe and not call out his name.

I arrived at the large building in which I work. Paul greeted me by the steps. "Aaaaahhhh!" I nearly ran away at the sight of his face. That dream really got to me. "What's wrong, Gavin?"

"Nothing. Sorry."

"I bet you had a nightmare this morning."

"Yes-"

"Wait, is it this morning or last night? I guess you can't really know depending on what time you sleep. Am I right, Gavin?"

"Yes, Paul. You're quite right."

"And I was in the nightmare."

"How did-"

"And, I heavily featured in said nightmare."

"Correct, Paul. Let's go inside, shall we?"

"I killed you in that nightmare you had."

"Wha-"

"And I shall do it again."

"Huh?"

"Gavin! Gavin! Gavin! Gavin! Gavin! Gavin!"

I instantly opened my eyes and saw Lana brushing her long blonde hair. I let out a sigh of relief. "Lana, oh, thank God you're here."

"Gavin, what's wrong?"

"Gosh," I said under my breath. "What is going on?"

I got dressed and was off to work. Once again. Paul greeted me by the steps, just like in the second dream. "Hey, Gav!"

"Hey, Paul."

"Filopines is out of the World Cup." That when the bombs hit.

Paul and I were immediately crushed by the falling roof of the building. It happened again. "Gavin! Gavin! Gavin! Gavin! Gavin! Gavin!"
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"So where am I again?"
"You're in the kitchen of the personal home of the leader, for want of a better word, of Paradystopia."
"Oh ... Where's that exactly?"
"Newetoun?"

The man shrugged plaintively

"North East Esportiva."
"Ahhh ... Oh yeah ... Cool ... ermm ... sorry 'bout all this. I don't really know how I got here. First I bungled into the wrong studio. I was late, misheard my cue and went for the dramatic entrance, y'know. Anyway, I went through what I assumed was the right door and somehow I've ended up here. Slightly disorientating to say the least ... Oh yes, err ... George Mousington, Lymryker actor, mainly do adverts to be frank."
"I'm Kadenza, could you please leave now George?"
"Sorry, yes. You ... erm ... wouldn't happen to know the score? Paradystopia 'gainst Jeru ... ermm ... efcy Jerru?"
"Efsie y’Jerrue? No ... well actually, it was 60 or so minutes in and they were losing. One down."
"Ha ... "
"Excuse me?"
"I only missed the final five. They pulled it back."
"Serious?"
"Yeah yeah. Powres first. Absolute killer shot. Left foot, outside of the foot, top corner. From so far out too. The keeper didn't even move. Then, the last I heard. y'Aetheklyffe, I think, got the winner. Scuffle in their box, lucky bounce ... Just wondered if they'd got a third."
"No way ... "
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Postby Electrum » Mon Jul 28, 2014 5:13 am

Reminder that this series is dialogue heavy ala visual novel format. Court/Trial RP to start tomorrow

Part 3 - Day 2 - Investigation 2

Intro|Part 1|Part 2

Prosecutor Jess Aitkens was one tough cookie. She was a perfect prosecutor who would never lose, that was, until she faced off against defense laywer Justin Themis. Aitkens is very tall, strong-willed and had dark brown hair.

Prosecutor Aitkens: This time, victory will be mine for the taking! Mark my words, I will find Kazuyuki guilty! Come on idiot! Let’s go!

Det. Raynald: Yeah, I have to go now Justin – if you need me, go to the Police HQ and I’ll be there, just don’t let her see us, OK?

Prosecutor Aitkens turned around and left. Det. Raynald was about to shoo the duo of Justin and Kira out when suddenly –

Kira Mayuno: Hang on a sec! Justin, let me get this. Oh! And this!

Justin Themis: What is it?

Kira Mayuno: Oh, nothing at all.

Det. Raynald: Hurry up so I can leave!

Kira Mayuno: Coming!

Centralis Hilton Lobby

Justin Themis: What did you pick up Kira? And why didn’t you tell Mark?

Kira Mayuno: Well he didn’t /have/ to know that I stole this gold locket

EVIDENCE: GOLD LOCKET – Ornately decorated, seems to be of no relevance to this case

Justin Themis: WHAT???

Kira Mayuno: Relax, relax. I know what we can do with this. Hey look! There’s Angel! Hi Angel!

(OOC: Angel’s is that security guard who despises the trio after a previous court case, but now she’s important as she was accidentally revealed by the police officer as a witness of the murder in yesterday’s RP)


Justin Themis: What the hell are you doing? She’s one annoying –

Angel Meyer: What do you two want? I have security guard things to do you know. You young whippersnappers trying to disrupt me from doing my job, you know, back in my day young people didn’t interrupt adults when they had important duties to do such as having a job and earning a living for a family, but I don’t have a family but my point still stands which is that it is very impolite for you to do these things—

Kira Mayuno: The one way to a woman’s heart is through jewellery.

Justin Themis: Oh no, Is that what you’re going to do? To extract information out of her?

Kira Mayuno: Yup. Hey Angel, I hear that you actually witness the crime? Why not give us some information?

Angel Meyer: hehe… you sneaky devil. You want to bribe me so you can have an edge over the prosecution eh? Wait until this goes to the press young lady, you won’t see the end of – well that locket does look nice on me doesn’t it?

Kira Mayuno: I just wonder how this locket looks on you! Angel, speaking from lady to lady, I think you should have this a go!

Angel Meyer: I think you’re right! Please! I’ll do anything to get my hands on that! It would look so cute on me!

Justin Themis: I can’t just let you have it like that. You know the lengths that we gone through to get that locket?

Angel Meyer: Fine. I’ll spill the beans.

LOCKET HANDED OVER TO ANGEL

Angel Meyer: I saw him that night. I saw him walk out of that room a few minutes after that murder happened supposedly happened.

Kira Mayuno: No way! You’re kidding!

Angel Meyer: Oh I’m not little girl! Of course, being the responsible security guard that I am, I immediately notified police that I knew what happened. I’ve been called up as a prosecution witness for tomorrow’s trial. Hahaha… this time… you’re going to get a guilty verdict!

Kira Mayuno: But but, Kazuyuki didn’t do anything!

Angel Meyer: I don’t care! A murderer is a murderer, and I saw him with my own eyes! When I say he did it, then he did it!

Kira Mayuno: Justin, I think it’s time to back off. We got some details off her. Let’s go.

Justin Themis: Fine.

Police Headquarters

Det. Raynald: Hey. How’s it going?

Justin Themis: Why the glum mood?

Det. Raynald: I have every reason to be glum. Everything looks watertight, the testimony, the witnesses, the evidence, it looks like there’s no room for doubt that Kazuyuki Shirai is in fact guilty of the crime.

Kira Mayuno: No! We won’t let that happen! Trust us Mark, we will find the faults in the case! Anything to get Rachael back!

Justin Themis: What do you mean that there’s solid evidence?

Det. Raynald: Well, as you can see, here’s the photo I showed you just a few hours ago. First, is the missing button, which as you should be
aware, was found in the defendant’s jumper. The other, is the knife in the chest. The fingerprints have been linked back to Kazuyuki.

Justin Themis: Ah. What about the testimony?

Det. Raynald: It’s that security guard, Angel Meyer.

Kira Mayuno: Guess it was her after all…

Det. Raynald: Wait a minute, did she tell you?

Kira Mayuno: Ah. Well… I…

Det. Raynald: I told her to not to tell anyone! Well, she saw it all, and about a few minutes or so after the time of death. What she saw was
that—

Prosecutor Aitkens: Aha! Mark! I have caught you red handed in the act. Aiding the enemy are we? I am sick and tired of dealing with you! We in the prosecutor’s office don’t need traitors like you in our midst! You’re off the case. SCRAM!

Det. Raynald: Wait! Please!

Prosecutor Aitkens: If it weren’t for you meddling fools, then maybe I could have beat Justin! Scram you two! Don’t make me go and whack you for ruining my investigation!

Justin Themis: Yes Prosecutor! We will be leaving now!

Kira Mayuno: Let’s go back and question Azai Kanon. For some reason, I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s behind all of this.

Justin Themis: Good thinking Kira. They were sharing the same room, and it was her personal assistant which was arrested. Not to mention that the dead person just so happened to be testifying against her in the trial. Let’s go for some lunch first, shall we? I’m feeling a bit famished after all that.

A Restaurant

Kira Mayuno: You know Justin, I actually got two things from that crime scenes?

Justin Themis: Did you swipe something else?

Kira Mayuno: Oh! Nothing really! Look don’t worry, I’ve been reading it up, and it’s totally fine as we’re technically co-investigators. You know, how in the inquisitorial system, the cops and the lawyers all investigate? So yeah. Anyways, I found this memo as well.

Justin Themis: Wow. I can’t believe Raynald missed that.

Kira Mayuno: You do know that the police are hardly competent… right?

Justin Themis: Yeah I know that… Anyways, what does it say?

Kira Mayuno: On top reads, From the Office of the Minister for Sports, Jack Hughes MP.

Justin Themis: The note must have come before he was sacked... what does it read?

Kira Mayuno: Azai, meet me at the room at 6pm

Justin Themis: 6pm… that’s around the time he was murdered, right?

Kira Mayuno: Defintely. It continues by saying, we need to discuss this press conference that I’m going to hold, and I’ve got some juicy
information about you and your “assistant” – JH.

Justin Themis: Wow. I wonder….

EVIDENCE: MEMO – Jack Hughes called for Azai Kanon around the time of his death

Kira Mayuno: I reckon we should bring this up with Azai, shall we?

Justin Themis: Good idea.

Centralis Hilton - Azai and Kazuyuki’s Hotel Room

Kira Mayuno: It looks like she’s in. But… she’s talking to someone.

Prosecutor Aitkens: Aha! You have some nerve following me here! Azai Kanon, you know who to call! Think very hard about what I just told
you! No room for error! See you!

Prosecutor Aitkens made a fast exit, but not before hissing and staring at the duo. Azai Kanon was still sitting in a corner, playing around with a card which looks like it had a logo on it.

Justin Themis: I wonder what was all of that about?

Kira Mayuno: I’m getting a bit worried, but let’s not get distracted by that. We’re here to extract more information from Azai.

Justin Themis: Good thinking. I’ll start by throwing her off.

Justin Themis: Hey Azai… Why was Jack Hughes murdered? I think you know why he was killed.

Azai Kanon: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Justin Themis: Why are you hiding things? Don’t you know that you’re putting your personal assistant in danger by not telling us the full story?

Azai Kanon: I don’t get it. Where are you going with this?

Justin Themis: Why was the victim killed? It seems like you are the one that is most likely to want Jack Hughes dead.

Azai Kanon: Me?

Justin Themis: A secret press conference… promising to reveal everything about the match fixing scandal which you were involved in. We also
found the memo…

Azai Kanon: Don’t know what you’re talking about…

Justin Themis: …You found out that he was going to spill the beans on your plan… so to save your skin you killed him in cold blood.

Azai Kanon: OK OK. I’ll talk… After that Match Integrity Incident… I was desparate for someone to clear my name. I had no idea that Hughes was going to accuse me! I got so scared from the aftermath… the trials… the press releases… the articles and lies published about me! I didn’t kill him!

Justin Themis: ….

Kira Mayuno: …

Azai Kanon: I think that’s enough for today.

Justin Themis: I think so too…

Kira Mayuno: Hey Justin, what’s that card that she’s playing with?

Justin Themis: Huh? The one that she’s been flicking around with her hand? Probably nothing.

Azai Kanon: I don’t know myself. I just found it in my handbag. Been playing around with it to pass the time…

Justin Themis: Well.. we must be off.

Kira Mayuno: I think that’s about all the evidence we’re going to get.

Justin Themis: Hope you’re right. I don’t want to lose Rachael tomorrow…
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Postby Kalumba » Mon Jul 28, 2014 5:20 am

On The Lash With The Lads

The phrase 'Greek Buggery' springs to mind. I mean 10-3, I'm talking about 27 goals scored in just six games of this qualifying campaign. I'm talking about almost certainly still being completely smashed of Extra Special from the opening match. I mean we were not nicknamed 'the tortoises' for no reason only a few campaigns back, we were thankful to concede in those days as fans because we got to see the team try and play some football. And being now nicknamed 'the Kudus' after the national animal, but in backronym like style also related to the team. Like our football the kudu is beautiful and a truly magnificent sight, but only when it is seen which like decent Kalumban results is extremely rare, and the reason it is a much admired hunting trophy, much like the lesser-spotted home win.

But this time round George Davies, who fully deserves to be in his post, has finally got the best out of this side. Roberts has been imperious in what may prove to be his last chance to play at a World Cup; the dancing, jinking runs that so epitomised his burst onto the scene at the Baptism of Fire and were so characteristic of his play for the team seem to be fading as his pace falls with his age. Instead he has become the play maker, spraying the ball all over the park, much in the style of his 'husband' Ben Rowlatt who has found his place in the side taken by his 'better half'. Some have associated the pairs loss of form to their excessive mincing and television appearances, but even the drunken old homophobe in me has to attribute it to their age.

Peterson Watusi has finally cemented his place in the side with 8 goals in the qualification campaign, including a first half hatrick in the demolition of Schottia, and he has also provided 4 assists. Three of these were to strike partner Von Kruger who also registered a hatrick against the groups minnows, in what has been described as the best performance by a Kalumban football team, since the victory against Bleak Rock in the final of the 43rd edition of the Baptism of Fire.

Although I wouldn't be too sure, we let in three foolish goals, and have been incredibly loose at the back throughout the whole tournament. Daima and Mkure do not seem to have any relationship and struggle desperately when faced with pace, leaving the defence exposed and costing us plenty of goals. We may have scored more goals than anyone else in qualifying so far, but our goal difference is a distinctly average +13 and I truly fear we will blow what has become an excellent chance to qualify with a series of humiliating reverses as the defence falls apart.

Not that Mkure and Daima are solely to blame. Derek Ward remains the same unexciting, unexceptional player who is the best of a bad bunch, while Duncan Edward has become more eratic with age. After rumours of homosexuality daunted him during the Baptism of Fire campaign and a string of brushes with the law, at home and abroad, he finally seemed settled with his wife and young child. But a break-up is rumoured with his wife Sarah due to his infidelity, again rumoured to be dalliances with other men, and he is spending more time drinking and clubbing with team mate Ollie Roberts than training.

Finally Ulusu Mtanda has not been his usual assured self between the sticks, instead we have seen him flapping at crosses and punching where he should catch. He however is putting in the hard yards on the training pitch, veteran keeper Terence 'Super Terry' Ottbourne has been enlisted as goal-keeping coach, and as a rumoured replacement for Malan as first team coach and potentially even Davies as manager in the future, and is helping Mtanda to recover his form.

Hopefully this campaign hasn't been seen through Extra Special tinted glasses and we lie bottom in reality, and we can go on to qualify at bloody last before I pop my clogs.

Mr Spleen

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Postby Gregoryisgodistan » Mon Jul 28, 2014 5:24 am

Today was the day.... The day Assassin Jake Farley and Assassin Matthew Lewis assassinated Republican Consul Venicio Piazza. The two killers, disguised as Pitch Inspector KJ81929A and Pitch Inspector UP129XZAAA respectively, showed up to the stadium an hour before the Miley World-Free Republics game claiming to be the pitch inspectors inspecting the pitch to determine if it was suitable for the Gregoryisgodistan-Saintland game that was scheduled to be played there for political reasons.

Shortly after arriving at the stadium, Farley went down to the field, seemingly to inspect it but really to provide a cover for Lewis. Meanwhile, Lewis said he would check out the rest of the stadium but declined an offer for a guided tour. He then ran up to Consul Piazza's booth and opened the door. He walked in to see Piazza cheering the Republican players as they warmed up. Piazza didn't even see him as he fired two shots into his head and one into his back, killing him instantly. Lewis then walked back down to the field as if nothing had happened and told Farley that his part of the "inspection" was acceptable. Farley said that he hadn't found any problems with the field, and the two left the stadium to fly back to Gregoryisgodistan, still keeping the cover up. They then boarded a flight home, exactly as they planned to do, still using the fake passports saying they were pitch inspectors. A few hours later, they arrived home and Lord Almighty Gregory gave a speech announcing what had happened. After giving the speech, Lord Almighty Gregory wrote a letter to the Saintland Soccer Federation confirming that the "pitch inspectors" had found no problems to avoid blowing their cover and revealing who the assassins were and how they got there.

(OOC: If Free Republics and/or Miley World want to RP any interactions between their players and Farley aka Pitch Inspector KJ81929A, you have my permission to do so. Keep in mind, however, that you would have no way of knowing he was anyone other than Pitch Inspector KJ81929A.)

Lord Almighty Gregory's Speech to the People

"Good morning, ladies, gentlemen, and slaves. I come to you this morning with great news. Consul Piazza is dead! Our brave and noble hero assassins have assassinated that wicked man in charge of a wicked country who was plotting to bomb our glorious nation. Now his plan has been foiled. He will no longer be able to bomb us and kill us. Although I cannot disclose the full details of the operation, I will give the credit for the operation to two brave heroes, Assassin Jake Farley and Assassin Matthew Lewis. They have each been given the National Medal of Honor for their service. This is an important day in Gregoryisgodistan, one that will be remembered for a long time. Today, we assassinated a wicked heathen leader for the second time in the last year. (OOC: First time, as we didn't really kill King Paulus XV, we just claim to have done so, and claimed to do so well before he was actually killed.) No longer will Consul Piazza terrorize us with his bombing plots.

"And best of all, with the death of the other Consul of natural causes, the Republicans now have no leader. Their country will be thrown into chaos until they can have another so-called "election." This is why all nations should accept me as their leader. I am immortal - I cannot be assassinated. I will rule forever and you do not risk the country thrown into chaos without a leader. Free Republics should accept me as their Lord and Leader rather than vote on another phony heathen Consul to run their heathen nation. Nonetheless, today is a day for celebration regardless of what the Free Republics decide to do in terms of their next leader. All prune juice and gruel rations will be doubled for the next week. Let us all rejoice in what our heroes have accomplished. Death to Free Republics!"

From the Desk of Lord Almighty Gregory

To: Saintland Soccer Federation

To whom it may concern,

Our pitch inspectors inspected the field in Free Republics and determined it was an acceptable venue for our World Cup Qualifier. Therefore, I approve the use of the venue for the Gregoryisgodistan-Saintland qualifier that was originally scheduled to be played in Saintland. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation during this process.

Sincerely,

Lord Almighty Gregory
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Postby West Angola » Mon Jul 28, 2014 6:36 am


Part Seven: The Plan Takes Shape
“You want to give him a what?”

“A soft target. We offer him an alternative to Cabinda, one he sees as comparable or greater in entertainment value, and let him go to town on it. Hopefully, that will sate his bloodlust and buy us more time or even get rid of him completely.”

Phillip was aghast, “Luke, these are people you’re talking about. Trading one massacre for another does no good. It makes no sense to save Cabinda if all we do is hand over another group to Q’s slavery.”

Luke smiled, “Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, Phillip, I can’t go into all the details right now in case Q’s listening-”

Warren and Sien spoke at once, “He’s not,” then looked at each other in surprise, not knowing how they or the other had known that. Warren spoke first, “I don’t know how or why I know that, but I can feel it when he’s near. It might have something to do with being moved through time by Q.”

Phillip nodded, “Luke, did you feel anything like this when he switched you with Peter Sien in 1894?”

Luke frowned, narrowing his eyes as he cast his mind back to that harrowing experience, “There was one time, the only time he visited me during the switch, that I sensed him behind me before he spoke or I turned around.”

Kevin Garrett spoke for the first time, “However it happens, that could be a valuable tool. We know Q’s not listening at all times, or he’d know a lot more about our plans then he does, and knowing exactly when he’s not listening gives us a lot of freedom to coordinate. Luke, why don’t you fill us in on what you’re thinking before Q comes back? Peter and the King can warn you if he pops up again.”

Luke nodded and began, “Before I begin, there is one small detail I need to confirm. Queen Anna, has your government followed all the details of the Korean Treaty?”

Anna looked confused for a moment, then recognition flared in her eyes as she realized what Parrish was planning, “Yes! They’re packing up to leave right now, and they pull out at noon today!”

“Excellent,” Parrish turned to the group to fill them in on what he and Anna were discussing, “As you all know, fifty years ago the People’s Empire of North Korea destroyed Benguela with a biochemical missile. The resulting war and peace treaty saw us gain control of a large portion of Korean territory, with the condition that we would withdraw from it fifty years after the signing of the treaty. That time is up today, and our forces are making their final preparations for departure. Right now it’s just a skeleton crew, but they still have a large collection of equipment, including war material, and a selection of very-realistic looking dummies for target practice. When our men withdraw, they could leave behind the dummies dressed as soldiers, as well as most of the equipment to give the appearance of an active garrison. Q would see this as a rich target, and might accept it instead of Cabinda. The financial cost of the equipment isn’t negligible, but I think it’s worth it given the circumstances.”

Anna enthusiastically agreed, “The commander of the withdrawal is General Arram, he’s a good man and he trusts me, so he won’t ask a lot of questions. It’s as simple as picking up the phone and…” the Queen’s voice trailed off as despair crossed her face, “But I no longer hold executive authority. Legally, I can’t order Arram to do anything, and communication with him in regards to military operations is a violation of my power.”

Luke shook his head, “I doubt the soldiers in Korea have been notified regarding the nuances of the balance of power between you and your husband during your illness, and at any rate I’m sure Arram will be willing to overlook that in this case.”

Phillip was again aghast, “Luke, that’s illegal!”

This time it was Luke’s and Colonel Nichols’ turn to speak in unison, “It is necessary.” They exchanged stunned looks, surprised and (in Parrish’s case) appalled to be agreeing on anything. Luke continued, now speaking directly to Anna, “We cannot afford to bring anyone else into the loop on this, and we have to act fast before Q starts listening again. You must do this to save your people and the people of Cabinda, and to save yourself. Call Arram, get him to set up the ruse, please.”

Anna didn’t take long to decide, but the brief burst of pain in her abdomen made it even easier, “I’ll call him. Phillip, will you bring me the phone please?”

As Anna has said, Arram agreed without questions, and assured her that they could have the entire site looking like it was at full strength in half an hour. Parrish started a stopwatch as Anna hung up, “Excellent, now we just need to wait until they’re finished to show Q the site. If he shows up before thirty minutes then we’ll have to stall him, but as long as he sees what looks from a distance like a functioning base, I think he’ll take the bait.”

There turned out to be no need for stalling, as Q showed up after forty-five minutes, bursting into the room with the accompanying flash of light and flickering overheads that had come to herald his arrival of late. All eyes turned to Parrish, “Q, we have a proposition for you-”

“Shut up, Parrish, I’m not here for you.” Q looked directly at Anna, “I’ve given you as much time as I care to, Little Queen, I need your answer. Will you withdraw your forces from Cabinda and allow them to determine their own destiny?”

The room went silent. This was the shoe they’d been praying wouldn’t drop, that Q wouldn’t reveal his actual intentions were far more benign then they’d led Blevit to believe. In the corner, Blevit was rapidly building towards an explosion, “You lied to me. All of you. I expected it from you, Luke, and from the Queen and her stooge over there, but Phillip, you told me they were telling the truth. HOW the F*** COULD you DO THIS TO ME!?”

Phillip was staring at his shoes again, shame and despair crippling him and keeping him from responding. Q was exultant, “So that’s how you entreated John to help, lies and deceit. I expected better of you, Little Anna, you know how important John is to your goals regarding Cabinda. I’ll give you one last chance to save yourself and possibly fix things with him. Will you withdraw your forces from Cabinda?”

“I cannot, Q. Whatever you may think of me, and whatever Mr. Blevit may think of me, and whatever I’ve done to cause the current state of affairs in Cabinda, to withdraw now would mean leaving Cabinda to be torn apart by violence even more than it is now, and I cannot in good conscience allow that. While you may see my withdrawal as allowing self-determination, I see it as allowing slaughter on a massive scale, and thus I cannot comply.”

Q shrugged, “Have it your way, then. John, consider this a favor.” A bright flash burst from him to Anna, and the Queen screamed. Sien rushed to his daughter’s aid, but was thrown back by Q’s outstretched ar. As quickly as it had come, the light vanished, and Q along with it, and Anna’s body, lifeless as her father’s had been fifteen years before, fell back on the bed.
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Postby HopNation » Mon Jul 28, 2014 6:40 am

apologies to group mates as I was gone over the weekend and unable to be online at all, did get 36 holes of golf in but no computer time

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Game Six

World Cup 69 – the Cup for Chaps

Group 1

Plc Nation Pts +/-
1 NSI 16 +7
2 Mizuyuki 15 +10
3 Thatius 11 +4
4 HopNation 8 +2
5 Evraim 7 +1
6 Jeckland 5 -5
7 Jecatria 3 -10
8 Tryienne 2 -9

Matches

MD1: vs NSI
MD2: @ Evraim
MD3: vs Jeckland
MD4: @ Jecatria
MD5: vs Mizuyuki
MD6: @ Thatius
MD7: vs Tryienne
Break
MD8: @ NSI
MD9: vs Evraim
MD10: @ Jeckland
MD11: vs Jecatria
MD12: @ Mizuyuki
MD13: vs Thatius
MD14: @ Tryienne

Win | Draw | Loss
A close one on the road sees us slip to a 2-2-2 record overall this cycle but at least we are still within range to make a move to the top of the group. Although I see that as highly unlikely, it still could happen as I’ve seen crazier things happen. I’m also not sure that we are firing on all cylinders yet either. We definitely have some room for improvement.

So this most recent game saw us taking on the Firebirds of Thatius and it was a good game for us, especially since it was a road game and we came way only loosing by one. Yep you heard the correctly we lost to a higher ranked team by only one goal on the road with the final score being 1-0. Also, for being on the road we kept things very even in terms of important statistics as well while we did trail in each; 15-10 in shots, 54%-46% possession, 3-3 corners. But we did however lead in terms of fouls, not necicarily a good thing; 17-6 in fouls. Like I said we have some room for improvement and that’s for sure. I can only hope that after this next game we see ourselves on the winning side again and can keep pace with the group leaders going into the break.

As for the other game action it was a very back and fourth kind of affair as both sides seemed to test and retest each others back lines for eighty minutes. Then in the eighty first minute the Firebirds got the best of our back four and slotted the ball past Subanos. It all started with a defensive stand by Kyrlenko, the ball was then played forward to Novaković. Novaković dribbled around Myer and then cut outside of Smuemund. After that move the ball was played forward again to Ivanović who received the ball and one timed it over to Voloski. Voloski took a touch wide of Lesamnal and sent a curling shot to the far post. Subanos dove for it but could not cover the corner and the Hops found themselves down by a goal with just eight or so minutes of play left. We would try our best to mount an attack but Thatius found a way to thwart every attempt we had and the game would end after three minutes of stoppage time with that 1-0 score.

I think the Hops have learned a lot from these two most recent losses, especially the loss to Mizuyuki at home. Mizuyuki’s style is very much like our own, so the game saw a plethora of goals from the two attacking minded sides. But it was the Nova who would best us on home soil in an exciting 3-2 game that came down to a late penalty to decide things. We look forward to meeting the Mizuyuki side at their field later this qualification but fear the game will be a bit more in the Nova’s favor when that game rolls around.

I suppose that is it for me today, it looks like we’ll be back one more time before the mid-qualifying break so stay tuned.

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Postby Vettrera » Mon Jul 28, 2014 6:59 am

Previously

Heading her mother’s advice, Geneva chose to go out with friends and forget all her sorrows. A few of the U15 team members lived in the area, so she headed over to Bellamy’s house. Later that day…

“I mean, I think you need to get over it” Bellamy said.

“THAT WAS EXTREMELY BITCHY BELLAMY!” Honesty snapped back.

“Goddamn. I didn’t mean about her dad dying, I was talking about her mom. I mean, so what? Her mom and dad were in a loveless marriage and her mom’s a skank. She still is living a better life than like 90% of the people in the world. Geneva is going to be competing in the World Cup someday, she can go compete at any college she wants, I mean, honestly.”

“Oh, wow. Right. You do have a point. Plus, beyond all of that, I thought we all were hanging out together to get away from your mother, not to listen to you bitch and moan about her the entire night….”

“Wow…Okay. That was totally uncalled for” Geneva said, stuffing a candy bar in her mouth. “Look who’s flip flopping all randomly.”

“Well...” Honesty continued, “You can’t just keep moping around for the rest of your life. It’s really strange that you’re not moping about our shitty U15 campaigned that you captained, but are about your mother for dating other guys”

“That…might have been too far.” Bellamy spoke up.

“You know what? Fine. What are we doing tonight girls? I’m down for anything, anything at all. I’m done grieving, and it’s about time I got fucked up.” Geneva said.

“Well, Frederick is having a party at his house…and he’s only like 30 minutes away. And I mean, he’s got booze! So if you’re down to—“

“Well, I haven’t seen Frederick in over a year, and I’m not one for No Barriers parties—“
Honesty raised an eyebrow

“Yes.” Geneva quickly said. “Let’s go. Now”

“I’M DRIVING LOSERS!” Honesty screamed as everyone got into their cars
The car ride was fairly simplistic, with the girls spreading basic gossip about team members and rivals on the Soccer Circuit.

“But Blue Valley isn’t even good. Why would she play over there when she could compete for the Legion? It’s not like it’s school sponsored and she has to go to the closest team to her. She might not even qualify for the U15 team next time if she doesn’t get the exposure she needs.” Geneva said. Talking about Bellamy’s little sister, who was trying to get onto the U15 team and play for a good minor team.

“Yes, but my mom said it was her choice. I mean, I competed for Legion, so I have a bias.” Bellamy said.

“It’s not just a bias, Legion is literally better. And the bitch is 11, what reason does she have to be making her own choices. You two could be the next sibling pair on the Vettreran National Team, but your mom wants to fuck around and let her compete in Blue Valley.”

“But my sister isn’t that motivated about it. She’ll be good enough to make a college team, but U15 and U21 may be out of the question…”
Honesty broke up the conversation fairly quickly.

“We’re here. And when you get your assess inside I don’t want to hear anything about your lame-ass little sister. I’m going to party.”




Despite all the hearings taking place and all the political outrage about the Vettreran conflict with Oakbrook and Calvarie, there actually wasn’t an issue at all. A select few on the congressional panel had already come to a conclusion on what to do about the situation, and of course, this was the same select few that already knew about the scandal.

Unrecorded Congressmen and women are speaking in a secret room. There are approximately 6 in the room.

“I still think we need to bring a few officials from Oakbrook and Calvarie to make it look legitimate. We need to make sure the public thinks this is all happening right now. So I say we allow the Congress of Oakbrook and Calvarie to “vote” on what to do about the situation”

“At least it’ll seem more legitimate than the “Vote” we did to keep them part of Oakbrook and Calvarie.”

“Let’s not live in the past, let’s not live in the past. The plan backfired, but there’s no reason to worry. We’ve already gotten everything we’ve needed out of that nation. They owe us everything, and we’ve already taken everything. This isn’t a loss for us, it’s just the end of an era.”

“And what’s the next step then. We’ve already divided the Valorian System?”

“Divide Vettrea. Eastern vs. Western, with the central provinces being a battle ground of course”

“But first things first correct? This will take a while.”

“Yes…for now, the nation must stay strong, until the current scandal Is near forgotten.”

“This sounds like some stupid-ass young adults novel you’re writing here. Or it sounds like a plot for an even more stupid network TV show about corrupt politicians changing the world to further their own agendas…”

“Well then. I guess the lines between fantasy and reality have blurred. YOUR idea that the government of Vettrera is stable and honest is flawed. Call me when you wake up from your dream.”
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Postby Timbermunich » Mon Jul 28, 2014 7:36 am

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The time had now come for the two Greats to once again leave their families and the village. This time they were setting out to the other villages around Timbermunich so they could consult with the other village elders. They were hoping to explain everything they had done and seen during their most recent search. They also wanted to share with them the plan they wanted to set in motion and go into greater detail. This would hopefully be a good trip, but one that would take a good deal of time.

The morning was just like those before it when getting ready to leave. The two greats enjoyed their families, playing games with their children, spending some time with their wives, and then they would head out. One thing that was different this morning was a walk, they decided to leave their children playing within their backyards and finishing breakfast in order to walk with their wives. The two never walked with their wives before leaving on a trip, it was just something the wives did together to prepare themselves for the duties they would have to endure while their husbands were gone. But this time the Greats wanted to go with them they wanted to spend as much time with them as they could. The wives knew something was going on but they could not figure out what was on the minds of their husbands so they welcomed their company this time. Mid way through their walk the two couples found some separate private areas and thoroughly enjoyed each others company. The couples rejoined each other after some alone time and continued their walk. The wives continued to talk and asked many questions of the husbands, but the two did not lend much as to what they had planned or why they wanted to walk this morning. The only hints they gave were simply becomes they enjoyed their wives and that they did not know how long they would be away. But still feeling as if there was more to this the two wives kept asking questions of the Greats as well as talking to each other as they did on any walk. Finally nearing the homes the two Greats stopped one last time and decided to explain a bit more of their final plan and what they were going to propose to the other villages and their elders. The two Greats planned on building a village within the Heart of the Grove, but this was not new information to their wives. They went on to add that they felt only persons who possessed the Greatness would be living in this new village because of the expected perils that the Heart of the Grove possessed. They went on to hint that the wives could not go to the Heart of the Grove because of this but only their children would be going. Hearing this the wives somewhat stepped back from the two Greats for they didn’t understand what this would mean. Great Battle and Great One-Arm Willy continued to go over this portion of the plan. They reassured their wives that this was a very long term plan and did not foresee anyone moving into the new village for a number of years. This brought some comfort to the wives faces, but the two Greats could still see some fear and anxiety in their eyes. Great Battle said that they would do everything in their power to test the Heart of the Grove to fully determine if the stories of no return were true and they would have a lot of time before that decision would have to be made. However they felt this information had to be passed to the wives, for it was only fair that their partners knew everything they were thinking and what the TimberHeart meant.

Eventually the four made it back to the house and all of them took time to play with their children. After some time the Great’s wives said that it was time to get cleaned up and sent Great Battle and Great One-Arm Willy on their way. However, the two Greats stopped them and decided that one more day at home was needed. The two knew this would help their wives and allow them more time together so they could go into more details of the full plan. Hearing the news about wanting to stay one more day all of the children and the two wives rushed over to the two Greats and hugged them.

The Greats will get one more day together before setting out, but what will happen once they do leave? What will the other villages thing after they hear the plan? We can only speculate at this time and hopefully we will find out soon.



Hardwood’s Matches
MD1: vs Sargossa (0-1)
MD2: @ Yids (3-2)
MD3: vs United Comm. of Ayrshire (2-0)
MD4: @ Electrum (2-3)
MD5: vs Lymantatia (1-1)
MD6: @ Mangolana (0-4)
MD7: vs Farfadillis
Day of Rest
MD8: @ Sargossa
MD9: vs Yids
MD10: @ United Comm. of Ayrshire
MD11: vs Electrum
MD12: @ Lymantatia
MD13: vs Mangolana
MD14: @ Farfadillis
Win | Draw | Loss
Group 2 Table
- Team Pts
1 – Farfadillis 18
2 – Sargossa 12
3 – Lymantatia 11
4 – Electrum 9
5 – Mangolana 8
6 – Timbermunich 7
7 – Yids 3
8 – United Comm. of Ayrshire 1

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Farfadillis Lineup | Timbermunich Lineup
GK Lisdiren 1|GK Great Hatchet Hank 01
Def Mata 2|RB Great Norman 04
Def Alaminos 4|CB Great Battle 05*
Def Fakkotti 6|CB Great Battle Axe 03
Mid Terán 3|LB Great Tomahawk Tommy 06
Mid Mêndêlöíndçêl 5|RM Great Dead-Eye Darrin 07
Mid Tuzzio 10|LM Great Dirty Doug 08
Mid Kái 8|RW Great Dagger Dan 09
Mid Fôx 9|CM Great Wicked Warren 10
FW Roga 7|CF Great One-Arm Willy 21
FW Dandalleion 11|LW Great Kyle Slater 17
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Postby Free Republics » Mon Jul 28, 2014 7:55 am

Gem of the Oceans Stadium, Republica, Free Republics

Abigail Hentze arrived at the Gem of the Oceans Stadium, looking like another dime-a-dozen soccer groupie intent upon engaging in some nice, clean, wholesome, family-friendly public sex at a Free Republics soccer match. Activity of that sort was, surprisingly, rather commonplace in the Free Republics, even to the extent that many young women would show up at the stadium hoping to find a rich politician or businessman. It was a quick payday, much easier than actually working for a living and much more enjoyable as well. However, this vixen was actually a member of the Brotherhood, the underground group of assassins who were responsible for maintaining the balance by exterminating all threats to freedom.

Her mission was to pose as a prostitute, pretend to fulfill Senator Izmailov's deepest, darkest fantasies and then, once she had him right where she wanted him, stick a knife in his back. At first, it went seemingly perfectly. She watched the match taking place on the pitch long enough to see that Iradian striker (OOC: Faredin Pozenel) put one into the net to give the Republicans an advantage. News of Consul Piazza's death had yet to circulate through the other side of the stadium and everything seemed to be going according to plan.

In the 39th minute, she knocked on the door to Izmailov's box:

Senator Izmailov - Come in.

She opened the door and walked in. Izmailov's jaw dropped as he starred at the beautiful assassin who looked to be every bit his type.

Senator Izmailov - My, oh my, aren't you a little early?

Abigail recognized this as a test immediately and knew she needed to answer forcefully to gain his trust.

Abigail Hentze - When I arrive is none of your business. Now, let us begin.

Senator Izmailov - Please do.

Abigail went through the motions with the Senator, waiting for him to turn his back to her and lose his concentration. Once he did, she made her move, lunging the knife into his back. As Izmailov fell to the ground, wreathing in agony, it seemed that everything had gone exactly according to plan.

Then, disaster struck for the assassin. A group of Blue-Shirts had led News Magazine reporter Alexander Ehrlichmann to the Senator's luxury box, to ask him his thoughts regarding the assassination of Consul Piazza. When, they arrived, they heard screams coming from inside and opened the door immediately, with the assassin still inside. The scene was horrifying to them, but they acted quickly. All but one of them grabbed the assassin and pinned her to the ground while the other took the knife out of Izmailov's back. Ehrlichmann called emergency services immediately, which quickly dispatched police and EMT personnel to the stadium.

Within minutes, Samuel Izmailov was in an ambulance, headed toward the best hospital in Republica to receive the best care that money could buy. However, Abigail Hentze was headed directly to jail on charges of (at least) attempted assassination of an elected official, a charge that merited a mandatory death sentence under Federation law. As she was riding in that police car to the nearest maximum security prison, Abigail knew that everything would be tortured out of her, if she didn't make some sort of confession immediately. Republican authorities had absolutely no sympathy for assassins and she had absolutely no chance of getting away with it, when she had been caught red-handed.

Soon, a story began to crystalize in her head, a story that would protect the Brotherhood and deflect blame to forces that needed to be destroyed. Once she was given the opportunity, she immediately admitted that, yes, she had stabbed Senator Izmailov in the back. She also admitted to the assassination of King Paulus XV. When asked if she was behind the Venicio Piazza assassination, she also confessed to that. Then, the only thing they wanted to know was her motive. She readily confessed to a motive, as well.

As she told it, she was a feminist assassin, intent upon killing male politicians until women held 50% of elected offices throughout the multiverse. She also claimed that she was funded, in part, by Feministvs Sanctvsterra, but she had acted alone and there were no other assassins out there. She told them that she was not ashamed of what she had done and that she would gladly do it again. If they executed her, she told them, they would only make her a martyr for the cause of feminism.

The story horrified the police officers who were interviewing her. It would not be long before this information reached the press. The press had a field day and suddenly Feministvs Sanctvsterra was the most hated group in the Free Republics. A mob of angry Basetonians arrived outside of the local Nicholls Enterprises building, battering down a locked door and furiously searching the building for Mr. Nicholls, who had sent his workers home and taken the first plane he could find (to Noburu Taiyou) after hearing the news and suspecting what might happen. On his way out, he had warned the Feministvs Sanctvsterra that had not made the trip to Alundas to immediately flee to Taxachusetts.

All across the Free Republics, mobs soon formed, egged-on by furious Blue-Shirts, intent on smashing feminism and the Progressives, who were closely aligned with feminists. Across the Federation, buildings housing feminist organizations were vandalized and, if they were particularly unlucky, firebombed. Political parties affiliated with the Federation-level Progressives soon found their offices targeted as well. The nation was furious at the day's events and they were intent to find somebody to take out their anger on. Feminists foolish enough to openly declare themselves as such, in this environment, were being gang-raped and tortured to death by mobs. The entire Free Republics had fallen into utter chaos.




Amidst all the chaos caused by the day's events, a soccer match took place. After Pozenel's early goal, the Free Republics held a 1 goal to nil lead at halftime. Then, they were informed in the locker room about the events that had taken place. In the second half, absolutely nobody on the Republican National Team was focused on the match. They, seemingly, did not care any longer. Not only was their nation without a Consul, but Senator Izmailov, the man whom most of them wanted to be the next Consul, was in intensive care and they were unaware whether he would live. However, per WCC regulations, the second half of the match still had to go on. By the time the match ended, the home team was merely relieved to have the match over with and almost completely unconcerned with the fact that they had conceded 2 goals and blown a match that almost everybody expected them to win handily.

After the match, they began to make preparations for a lengthy road trip. This trip included a visit to Ekoz, followed by a mid-qual friendly in Saintland, a visit to New South Aqmuland and finally Hutt River. As Rule Theriault reflected on what had happened, he knew that his team needed to take their minds off of what had happened. He began to prepare a speech when he received a call from Admiral Golovanov, his childhood friend and one of the leading admirals in the Republican Navy.

Admiral Golovanov - Rule, I'm calling about what happened today.

Rule Theriault - Peter, I still can't believe that we - that I completely lost my focus and blew a match over that.

Admiral Golovanov - Don't worry about it. You're the coach of the best soccer team in the multiverse. You'll bounce back from this.

Rule Theriault - I hope so.

Admiral Golovanov - I know you will. Have some confidence in yourself.

Rule Theriault - You're right. We're not going to get anywhere if we don't overcome this adversity.

Admiral Golovanov - That's exactly what I want to hear! But, I'm not calling to talk about soccer.

Rule Theriault - Of course you aren't.

Admiral Golovanov - I've been talking with High Command and we've decided that we want you to personally extradite the assassin to Saintland and allow the King to do with her as he pleases. Since there is no civilian leadership at the moment, we're taking over until the election.

Rule Theriault - I see.

Admiral Golovanov - The entire High Command is in agreement. Feministvs Sanctvsterra must be destroyed for what they have done. We are also aware that you are not just traveling to Saintland to play soccer.

Rule Theriault - So, you've found out about the Operation Restoring Patriarchy?

Admiral Golovanov - Operation Restoring Patriarchy? Is that what you're calling the mission to find and capture as many of those terrorists as possible?

Rule Theriault - Yes, it is.

Admiral Golovanov - Well, I like it and I'll suggest the name to High Command. Its a perfect tongue-in-cheek name for such an operation.

Rule Theriault - Does, that mean that the military will be providing assistance?

Admiral Golovanov - Indeed, it does. We will hunt them down to the 4 corners of the multiverse, if necessary. Nobody will be murdering Consuls without severe consequences, if the Universal Force for Good has anything to say about it!

Rule Theriault - Good. I'll tell the team tomorrow before we take that flight to Ekoz. That ought to lift their spirits, just as it has lifted mine.

His confidence restored, Rule Theriault proceeded to talk with the Admiral about their respective families and lives for several hours. The following day, as the Assembly was meeting in Republica to discuss the details regarding the next Federation elections (OOC: Expect an announcement in a future RP), Theriault gave a rousing speech to his players, telling them that they are playing for national pride and getting across the importance of what they were about to do. He concluded:

Rule Theriault - We cannot change what has happened. But, we can provide hope for a better future. We can provide hope for a new Republica, a United Republica, restored from chaos and triumphant against the evil forces that would take freedom away. We have 8 qualifying matches remaining and there is a good chance that we may need to win all of them just to finish second in this group and make it into the playoffs. Let us do so, for ourselves, for our Federation and for the victims of terrorism.

Clearly, the events had left a deep impression on everybody in the Free Republics, but especially upon Rule Theriault.
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby The Fallenmark Islands » Mon Jul 28, 2014 8:58 am

Apologies for lateness, etc.

The Folkstadion was rocking. Kalumba might have steamrollered them in the first game, but they'd been much closer to Yttribia in the second match. And now, for The Fallenmark Islands' first ever home World Cup qualifying match at the Folkstadion, none other than Polar Islandstates were visiting. Number one in the multiverse, all-time record holders in Rushmore, top four finishers at the World Cup for four editions running, one of which as champions, and the Valhallan Union's main constituent member. To say the people were up for this match was an understatement.

Alexsandr had smiled as he'd watched his team warming up before the match, comparing them to the players - many of which he'd played with - warming up for the Terns in the other half of the pitch. He knew they'd give the Terns a good match, even then. The players were up for it, the management were up for it, the pressure coming down on him and and the players through Henk from the upper echelons of the Party ensured they all knew how much the Government were up for it, and the supporters were already lighting flares and shouting aggressively at the visitors. Anything the Twitchers could do, the Blue Unit could do better. Alexsandr had sung both national anthems. How could he not?

And then, Beyer. It had to be Beyer. The poster boy of Fallenmark football popped up in the fifteenth minute to give the Herons the lead. At home. Against Polar Islandstates. The crowd exalted, the flares flew, the smoke bombs exploded and the lilac flashes in the corner of Alexsandr's vision that associated themselves with victory, home, and Jan Mayen Islanders, were tinged for the first time by a hint of dusky blue. The colours of The Fallenmark Islands were starting to rub off on him. Their culture, their welcome, their ways and their actions were reacting with his synaesthesia - the first clue that he was feeling at home with his new surroundings. He smiled, raised a clenched fist in the air, and gave his coaching staff a high-five on the way back to his bench, but on the whole he kept celebrations to a minimum lest his fellow countrymen feel affronted that their record caps-holder was celebrating against them. It was a fine tightrope to tread.

If the Terns and Morten Rasmussen had looked stunned in the visceral atmosphere of the Folkstadion in the opening moments however, they soon began to ease their way into the game. Beyer and Dagfinnursson found themselves with the ball at their feet less and less, Just and Ness were under more and more pressure with the ball, and Darmstadt found himself jostled and challenged by closely attending opposition players more and more. Villeneuve went close just before the half time whistle went when Kolehmainen's knock-down just evaded Wolff and fell to the midfielder, whose lashing shot was only just wide of the mark. That should have been a warning for van Sorensen.

Instead, though, he and the players had gotten caught up in the spirit of the occasion and of the rush of goodwill and celebration coming from the fans. One-nil up against the Terns. It was almost too good to be true.

And then it became so.

First Salo. Then Kolehmainen. Two-one within a matter of minutes. And then Skye came on. Grinning, he looked Alexsandr dead in the eye as he scored again, and again, and again. Four, five, six, a double hat-trick for Skye and eight-one to the visitors now. The Terns were rampant. The home fans booed. The Party agents circled around Alexsandr. He could feel the knife in his back, the heat of the red laser dot on his forehead. Cats leapt up to jump for it. His father waved at him from the stands, and Timo Skye sprouted the wings of a demon and flew towards him, grinning like a maniac.

Soaked with sweat, Alexsandr swept bolt upright in his bed, breathing heavily. Lights and dots waved in front of his eyes, and a searing pain danced down his backbone. He waved his hand in front of his eyes, barely picking it out in the darkness. He tried to control his breathing. Just a dream. Just a dream.

He looked at the calendar on his bedside table. The faint green tang of luminescence alerted him to the date and the time. 3am. Twelve hours til kick off. The final kick off in the first half of qualifying, and the Herons were still without a win. He shut his eyes tight and tried to stop his synaesthesia run away from him. Locating his place in time and space took a couple of seconds, and he turned and swung his feet out of his bed to get up and change his t-shirt. Just a dream.

He near collapsed back in to his bed and shut his eyes. The pressure was getting to him, but he needed to get some sleep before the game against Schiavonia. His team was improving, yes, but there were only so many times he could fall just short of a win without worrying about his job security.

With one last deep breath, he let his limbs relax and willed sleep to bring its sweet waves of unconsciousness over him. None came, but kick-off soon would.
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Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Bears Armed » Mon Jul 28, 2014 10:13 am

“Good morrrning, Bears Armed!”
“This is ‘Sports Report’, and I am your host
Berrrian o Westfells. With me here in the studio today I have journalist Florise Fane of the ‘Bear Necessities’ — who has been covering the ‘Bear-Belles’ qualifying campaign for the forthcoming World Cup on behalf of that paper — to discuss our girls’ progress so far.
“Hrarroom to the studio, Miss Fane, and may I say that I am a great admirer of your work”

“Thank you,
Berrrian… and my thanks, too for re-scheduling this interview at such short notice. I can’t tell you why my coming here next week after the first series of qualifiers finishes instead as originally planned suddenly became impossible — There are good reasons for keeping that information rrestricted — but anyhows, here I am now.”

“And our thank
you for re-scheduling, rather than just cancelling.
“Hrright, so… Your opinion on the Belles progress so far.”

“I’d say that they’ve been doing verry well, on the whole, as you can easily see from their current position at the head of their group. This line-up’s members haven’t just found their feet, they’ve hrreally learnt to function as a team rather than just as a loose collection of individual ‘star’ players, and if they can continue playing as effectively as they have been doing then qualification — maybeso even directly, and if not that then at least through the play-offs — smells to me as though it could actually be on the cards, for true! Such a pleasant change from the last few Cups, where both the girls and many of their fans were visibly losing hope even by this stage…
“There haves been the occasional hiccups, of course,”


“Such as last Owlsday’s match against Paradystopia ending as “only” a draw, rather than as a fifth consecutive win for the Belles?”

“Hwell… yes, that rresult, I suppose so… although bearing in mind the two sides’ rrelative rrankings on the World Cup Committee’s scale, a draw then was maybeso as good a result as we could rrealistically have expected. I was thinking not so much about the actual score in that game as about the lapse of discipline that saw
Beorra o Barrdenn given — quite hrrightfully, in my opinion — a rred card: That sort of thing ’has always been a fairly rrare event for oru girls, after all…”

“For true!
“Although wasn’t it Beorra herself — or the other version of her, anyhows — hwho was the first-ever member of the Belles to be red-carded back in only second-ever qualifying or campaign?”

“Urrgah! That’s going back a bit, it is… but, now that you mention the fact, I do believe she was.
“Hr’rmm, I wonder whether the Paradystopian player who deliberately provoked her into that rrage actually knew about that earlier occurrence?”
“The situation might have gone differently if
Marra SunDaughter had been present there on the field to try calming Beorra down, of course, but — as you’ve presumably heard —unfortunately she had to miss the match altogether.”

“Ayyuh, I heard, although the tale that rreached my ears smelled a bit strange… even by the standards of hwhat has happened during some World Cup series in the past…
“Turned temporarily into cheese, was it? For true?”

“Hr’rmm, so evidently the story didn’t quite reach you without getting jumbled a bit. There was one of our people turned into a bear of living cheese, for true, but that wasn’t Marra: I rreluctantly have to admit that it was my own paper’s photographer
Jammy Urrssen to hwhom that happened, instead, after he ate a piece of normal-smelling cheese there that was apparently under the lingering effects of a curse cast on that nation during the last World Cup cycle…but the variety of cheese into hwhich that transformed him was one called ‘Gorrgon-Zola’ whose own odour was powerful enough to paralyse anybearry who got too close almost as though it was turning them to stone!”

“Urrgah!”



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OOC

So the curse of random weirdness strikes Jimmy Olsen — or his Ursine counterpart, Jammy Urrsen, at least — again.
:)

I actually had more that I wanted to say, about the actual match but unfortunately have run out of time [for now] before I could get my thoughts properly together.
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Tigers 4 - 3 Phoenixes

Postby Super-Llamaland » Mon Jul 28, 2014 10:16 am

(OOC: Taking a break from my normal RP line because this game was just too awesome to miss.)

Omniscient

Felix. Debuting in World Cup 65, the team got off to a good start early on, making it to the finals of the Baptism of Fire before finally falling to Aels two to one in penalties. They performed acceptably in the qualifiers, quickly moving up the ranks and managing four points in their debutant Cup of Harmony and a quarterfinal birth (Felixian authorities clarified that it was indeed a boy) in their next. At World Cup 68, they surged by their groupmates and valiantly defeated the Blouman Empire, a top-fifteen team in the world, to advance to their first-ever World Cup, where they cleared the group stage before falling to their hated rivals, the Free Republics, in extra-time.

Super-Llamaland. An older team that got off to a rocky start at World Cup 62, the nation slowly advanced forwards in the standings year after year until World Cup 67, where they barely edged by Brenecia and Sicoutimont and finished behind Valanora to make it to the playoffs, where they defeated Kandorith two-one on the road before losing one-nil at home to fail to make the World Cup. After a quarterfinal berth, they got by Osarius to take the group, and, after losing to the Holy Empire in the first playoff leg, defeated Taeshan in the second to make it to the World Cup, where they were a win away from the Round of Sixteen before losing three-two to Audioslavia.

Two high-octane teams that could push the tempo and, most of the time, guard the fort, some of the best attacks in the world, Felix with their balanced, tactical, and deadly offensive play and Super-Llamaland with flexible attacking up front. The Tigers were at home for the match, and Arthur Moore Pitch was absolutely roaring as both sides lined up for the match.




Ferguson

The whistle blew and it was Kyle Sturgeon to kick off to Jake Wiggins. Ferguson, with the attacking Felixians up, decided to match fire with fire and went with a risky 4-5-1.

Early on, he could tell that it would be another one of those games. The two teams had met thrice before, with 4-3 and 3-2 wins for the Tigers and a 4-3 win for the Phoenixes. Both teams were playing their best games with their best lineups, with possession even and attacks matched. At just the third minute, a Tiger attack lead to an Alex Ford shot off the crossbar that Kiki Nuremberg barely punched out, proving the manager's tactical knowledge of the Tigers was superb. In a high-scoring game, stopping goals would be vital to keep momentum, but vital too would be the counterattack, and Nuremberg was a superb facilitator of that to Tryggve Klemens.

At the seventh, passing in the Phoenix midfield lead to a gap in the Tigers defense, and Manolo Espina passed right through it to reach a sprinting Haruto Takahashi, who trapped it six feet before the line and fired off Henry McNeal's outstretched hands and barely to the right of the post. And so it went, back and forth, defenses bending and breaking but the two goalies blocking shot after shot. One team was bound to let up, and it was to be the Phoenixes drawing first blood.

It was the eighteenth minute, after a few counterattacks and run-of-the-mill opportunities, Felix controlling the midfield most of the time and the Tigers slipping by occasionally to launch their poetic, often pass-free runs, in which the score became something other than nil-nil. It was Alex Cartwright, the twenty-one year old phenom, who got the shot off, heading one off a cornerkick a whisper too far left. Once again Nuremberg launched a booming goalkick, and Sebastian Krister, one of the top players of Felix, trapped the ball and launched a devastating counter on the not-quite-yet-set-up Llamaneans. Krister cut to the left side before lofting a perfect cross into the air a few yards from the goal, where Takahashi positioned himself for a volley, which he executed well to send one spinning by McNeal and barely inside the left post to make it one-nil Felix.




Adams

Jackson typed frantically away, listening to the talk of LSL, communicating the transcript down to the web in Courier size-11.

One-nil Felix here in the eighteenth and the Tigers need to equalize. Here's kickoff, Sturgeon to Wiggins, 
Wiggins pass back to Javier Agudieres, starting in place of Jordan Valdevic. That's looking like a bad move as the Tigers
have lacked control of the midfield somehow despite a 4-5-1 formation, as the spacious 4-2-3-1 the Phoenixes are
running out has trumped the Tigers so far. Here's Agudieres, long pass and it's right to Alex Ford. Ford pass inside,
Cartwright sprinting for it, out comes Nuremberg and Cartwright will get to it first, dribbles around Nuremberg and the
Phoenix defense is looking really helpless right n


He stopped typing and could only watch. Cartwright was moving into a better angle, still with five yards left to the goal. From behind was a sprinting Florentino. Cartwright pulled back his foot, and the defender, still a yard away, slid in. The ball shot forwards, then sideways, then out of bounds. Cornerkick awarded to the Tigers.

helpless right n and Cartwright can't convert the shot! Brilliant play by Florentino of the Phoenixes to stop the equalizer here in the ninteenth minute! Phoenixes still in the lead here





Omniscient

Pushing, still pushing, are the Tigers, desperately looking for the equalizer. After twelve minutes of high-risk play, betting the pot on every attack and barely getting back in time for the counter, they find it.

It's Kyle Sturgeon, who passes around with Javier Agudieres before launching a diagonal pass to the middle, where the dynamic goalscorers of the team, Cartwright, Ford, and Masters, thrive. Sure enough, they spread out in a rare moment of chemistry, Ford collecting the ball and passing further right. Masters can get to it in a single step if it keeps rolling, the ball rolling and rolling, feet away from the feet of Alexis Garcia. Garcia stretches out further and lower until he is sliding for it, cleat moving after the ball.

He catches up to it, knocking it away from Masters. The home crowd groans at this, thinking another wasted opportunity. But Masters reaches back with the foot, dragging his left foot back and somehow using it to nudge it backwards to Alex Cartwright. And only yards from the goal, Cartwright draws back and shoots.

It flies inside the post and past Nuremberg's hands. One-all.




Radio

Here we are in the thirty-fifth minute at an absolutely wild Arthur Moore pitch, and it's one-all in what promises to be another high-scoring match between the Tigers and the Phoenixes. Two evenly-matched clubs, doing well on the attack. Cartwright catches the throw-in, spins and fires, over the bar and Kiki Nuremberg will get a goalkick. Looks like a chance to jumpstart the slightly fatigued attack. Both sides looking like they could use an early halftime after an energetic first thirty minutes. Nuremberg kicks it, sailing, sailing, and Gabriel Jenaro is there, heads it over Agudieres and that header is sailing farther than the Tigers' D thought. Takahashi back to get it, spins and shoots, off the bar, Martell back for the headerrrrrrrrr....GOAL! GOOOOOOAALLLLL FOR THE FELIX PHOENIX, MARIA MARTELL! TWO-ONE FELIX HERE TOWARDS THE END OF THE SECOND HALF!





Locker Room

"They're controlling the game. Fifty-six pecent possession, far more shots on goal. They've taken the midfield. We're a 4-5-1, we should be able to dominate them here. I want better ball control from you guys, more control on the shot. You're taking rushed shots and I'm not seeing enough teamwork. Defensively not bad, but cover the open man. They've got some speedy guys they can sub in and out. We need this game or we're 3-0-3 with nine points in six games."

"This better be good, guys."




Hayes

And the talk had not worked at all.

The Tigers were playing like they had in the debacles against Chiata and Ceni: uninspired defense, disconnect on the front. Still they were playing terribly despite an Alex Ford penalty earned by blatant flopping from Cartwright, and as he watched Sebastian Krister stroke a beautiful goal through the defense and barely out of Henry McNeal's reach from over twenty yards out to make it three-two Felix, he knew that it was not going to work the way it was going. His guess at this path? Five, maybe six to two or three.

"We need to sub, Bryan!" he called out to the manager.

"It's only the sixty-first minute!"

"Exactly! Plenty of time to come back!"

"We're down a goal in an offensive goalfest!"

"And we'll probably finish down three if you keep them out there!"

"What subs do you even want?"

"I want Cartwright and Masters out. McKenzie and Player in. Move Valdevic to the back to switch to 5-4-1."

"Cartwright and Masters are our best players! Why would you- oh. The Bermuda Triangle."

"It worked so well with the U-21s. Why not here?"

"Look, I know you were the coach of the Royals, but these are not U-21 players. These are some of the world's best, and McKenzie/Player/Valdevic won't work."

"You have no idea how well it worked. We stomped into the quarterfinals on nothing but BT."

"Can't we use better players in the roles of McKenzie and Player?"

"Name one."

"Jake Wiggins is a lot better than Player."

"How are we going to shift back to a playmaking style if we don't take out Cartwright and Masters? They're playing horribly."

"They're taking all of our shots."

"Exactly. And we still only have two goals, one of which was scored by Ford."

"Fine."

The line referee held out two signs in the next three minutes for substitutions. The first displayed a red 10 and a green 16. The second, a green 34 and red 21. In their neon flash Lee Hayes found solace. The Bermuda Triangle had ended in extra-time, when Kernansiquillec had made that shot to kill their hopes, two to one. Maybe it would get a better ending.




Adams

And at the seventy-third minute, the Tigers have evened out possession a little with their substitutions. Felix's manager Haruka has put in de Colorado in for Jenaro, who's looking a little tired after that goal of his. The Phoenixes have also put in Mata for Blau on the more tactical side of things. Here's Ford, dribbling down the right side, cornered, pass back to Anthony Player. Player drops back and shoots up, there's Wiggins running up, catches it on his chest and bounces it over Mata. Intercepting it is Michael McKenzie and he's got a clear path to the goal. The Felix defense is punctured and this looks just like Cartwright's near miss earlier in the game. McKenzie continues fo


And once again Jackson Adams has stopped typing, because McKenzie has gotten by everybody on the defense and only Nuremberg stands in his way, and he's drawing his foot back as Nuremberg quickly approaches, and the crowd reaches a swell in their cheers as foot touches ball, and it's flying, flying past and into the net with a solid thwip, and the crowd is in a frenzy and it's three-all and Michael McKenzie has his first qualification goal in the midst of a four-way firefight in the group to equalize for the third time against Felix.

McKenzie continues of AND WHAT A GOAL WHAT A SPLENDID GOAL! MICHAEL McKENZIE SHOOTS FORWARDS AND SMASHES ONE INTO THE BACK OF THE NET! OH WHAT A GOAL! OH WHAT A BLOODY BRILLIANT SHOT! THREE 
ALL!





Ferguson

Managing out of desperation again with only injury time to play. Felix has used their last substitution, swapping in Mikel Araboa for Takahashi up front, while the Tigers still have one to go. Ferguson signals to Lee Hayes, who signals to Max Day, who signals to the referee.

9 18

Out with Ryan Reagan, the sweeper. In with striker Jacob Brennaman. Shuffle around the mids and the Tigers were back in the attacking diamond 4-4-2, the formation that put them in the World Cup. The two teams had duelled, vicious attack repelled by an even more vicious counterattack, for ten minutes, and now, as the ref signaled, there were two more to go.

Things started well. Brennaman dropped back and played as an attacking mid so that the Tigers were really a pentagon 4-5-1, while other times on the attack pushing far past McKenzie to back it 4-4-2, or even arguably 4-4-1-1 if McKenzie dropped. This tactical flexibility let Ferguson sit on the sidelines with popcorn for two minutes, and that he did, although of course metaphorically. The stadium was rocking as Felix passed around for a few seconds before a long pass was intercepted by Javier Agudieres, who immediately launched the counter.

Pass to Player.

Dribble to the right.

Cross to Ford.

Through pass to Kyle Sturgeon.

And then the ball was in the net and the Tigers were up 4-3.

After a minute of solace, once again Felix was pushing, pushing so far up that when they got in position the only thing Agudieres could do was tackle, and tackle hard. Yellow cards were shown, angry words exchanged. A free kick was lined up, and the ref signaled it would be the last shot of the game.

Araboa lined up, exhaled and sent one spinning over the crossbar. Tigers 4, Phoenixes 3. At last it was final.
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Postby Buyan » Mon Jul 28, 2014 10:45 am

Stay of execution


Despite the sun doing quite an effort to turn the seats in the stadium to an unmarked heap of plastic, Sirius refused to take of his vest. Although it just had been his trademark style throughout his entire career, he couldn’t help but grin, realising how he preferred to go down in style. He had kept the instructions rather curt, deliberately, as he knew that the football intelligence of this squad would be of more importance than the strict following of the lines on the blackboard. He hadn’t send a message and due to that, the guys had understood. Even Kluszak, usually quite tense in his reactions, near the borderline of cocky, very well grasped the importance of this moment. No strings would attach him to his position, only common sense could guide him. Well, and Sil Moen, as his head was as quick as his feet, allowing the midfield to manoeuvre past the double wall set up by the Gorodians.



Stroking his chin, Hope realised he was in need for a beard in the near future. Well past half-way the first half, he could see the pundits scribble their punitive comments high up there, in the press room. Well, not literally of course, but a sardonic grin on the face of Gredholm and his colleagues danced around his mind. Time and time again, our possession football broke off on the horde of Gorodians, whose swift counterattacks did not worry Schmidt, but kept a certain promise within: if you don’t score quick, we’ll do. Nonetheless, he couldn’t feel the need to alter the line-up. What was running between those white lines was the best this nation had to offer – or at least, of what he could use – and if it did not suffice, well... His mind wandering got interrupted by Krupa, who informed over those who should get into their warm-up outfit. Calmly, Sirius waved his assistant away. He was a good fellow, Alowysz, dedicated, loyal and well-spirited, but he couldn’t fill the gap Frederich Allersham had left. In all honestly, that was an unfair comparison as those tracks would be too big to fill for anyone.



”It’s Sil Moen who recovers the ball and find Kluszak unmarked. Quick one-two on Devold, the Hedgehogs are throwing in the storm ram now and a marvellous opening on the right for Halmiini. Eero… Eero… Past his marker! Going into the sixteen, steady, oh a stumble, but he’s getting past the second man, looking for the available… Zermin! A blast, ooooh! A flash of lightning, what a marvellous piece of beauty is this opening goal!”



Still eight minutes to go but the bench behind him was already jubilating. Hope refused to, knowing very well that every game didn’t end till the last whistle. And even then, he realised, the outcome wasn’t written until the papers’ ink had dried. Two balls in the net, the right net we should add, the plot seemed to be written in golden letters, at least for tonight, but he couldn’t help but want an exclamation point to top it off. Waving to the band of guys near the corner flag, Harald Naess approached him. There was little to say, Sirius only pointed to his upper arm. Exactly sixteen passes later, the man who had taken over the captain’s ribbon of Sverre Devold would present a sneaky pass to Dalmshelf, who didn’t doubt in front of the goalie. Raising one fist, Sirius could see the press in the corner of his eye. A more lyrical person than the national manager of Buyan would say that they were tearing apart the articles they had written in the opening half and getting behind their typewriters again. Sirius Hope was enough of a realist to know that they had saved their first draft on their hard drive, within hand when needed.

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It was clearly against his personal preferences and opinion that he had to let go of his prisoner, Bronius realised when seeing how Capt. Maciulis tossed the personal belongings of the accused footballer on the table that separated them. The, probably on purpose for the dramatic effect, poorly lit room waned in a thick sauce of the smoke of cheap cigarettes and leaking coffee machines. The only reason the captain of the secret services wasn’t swearing like a heretic was due to it being both against his nature and his thorough training.

“So, Bartkus. Let me go over this one last time.”

He paused, but only to stare the man opposite in the eye.

“The rules are pretty simple and I could even just shorten them to, ‘behave as you should’. But…”

Maciulis plucked his cigarette of his lip and stamped it out with withheld aggression.

“…as it appears that I have to spell things out for a type like you, I’ll give you to the official version. Just be happy you’re receiving it. I’m quite sure your pretty face,” as he slid his finger past Bartkus’ neck, “must have saved you. No new infringements. No contact with anyone related to criminal networks. No further propaganda for these terrorists. No contact with any siblings or family of those involved. No…”

As he rambled on, Bronius allowed his thoughts to taste the freedom his body would soon feel. He had felt the hand of the law ‘around his balls’, as Maciulis had put it so graphicly and he hadn’t liked the tingling feeling it gave him. But he rather be damned than regretting his actions. He had denied everything that couldn’t be proved. Three weeks in this godforsaken hellhole had been plenty enough and he tried to dismiss any attempt to grasp upon the current conditions of Karsta. An awkward silence and the captain walking towards him indicated that the list had found its completion. Even know, wearing something that reminded more of a police man with the cap drawn deep over his eyes and the stick hanging off his belt, Maciulis had the air of the dangerous psychopath Bartkus immediately had recognized in him.

“Let me walk you to the door, Bartkus,” Maciulis said, pushing the defender to the gate, “and let me give you some personal advice on top of it. If I were you, I’ld be playing at my best until the situation dies down. Some people believe you’re indispensable. Our agency, however, thinks no one is.”

Bartkus nodded once more, indicating the message had caught on, he then turned away, walking slowly to the door where he could almost smell the fruity blossom of the outside world.

“Oh, one more thing,” Maciulis said, causing Bronius to slowly turn around, “we’ve told the press you were recovering from an injury… And we wouldn’t want someone to think you’re a liar, don’t we.”

The meaning of those words only hit Bronius when the searing pain did, caused by a police stick shattering his knee.

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“I’m not satisfied,” the still name-less interrogator said as if he were a nanny lecturing a child.

“It’s… It’s all I know about him,” Karsta’s voice shook along with his body. He hadn’t just spilled the beans over the course of the past days, he had picked them out and placed each and every one of them on a plate. One often likes to think of himself as a tough cookie and with the treatment he had withstood, Karsta tried to console himself, he had leapt across the edges of human capacity. But now he had made his mind up that this might be the only path out of his misery, he couldn’t care if he would rat out on everyone he knew and loved. Only the thought of fresh sunlight warming up his shattered face made him light up a little inside.

“Let me ask it to you, one more time,” the voice moved from babysitter to school-yard bully, “where is Aro Mullaeme and who else does he command?”

“He used to live near Pohkakunti, but I don’t kno…”

The fist of the interpreter battered his nose, causing the same effect as a brick to a case of tomatoes.

“Mister Lupeikis, I’ve heard that before. I don’t like to be lied to. We don’t like to be lied to. For the last time…”

By now, Karsta cried like an infant, his head hanging down as if he were a doll whose neck had been broken by a reckless child. Aro… Although he had been his contact, he hardly spoke more with him than the strict necessary. If telephone calls were deliberately kept short enough to avoid tracking, there was no time to reminisce over trivial stuff as location. He had attempted making up stuff once, but the interrogators booth still was imprinted on his ribcage over that. His torturer knocked on the door twice, indicating it was time for him to be brought away. Two guards, one even more looking like a wardrobe than the other, would drag him through the damp hall towards his new cell. The presence of carton on the floor and a hole in the corner instead of a bucket should give it the impression of a rise in comfort. But this time, the bodybuilders did lift him up, but waited before starting their short journey. The interrogator calmly lit a cigarette, smoked half of it and then neared his face to that of Karsta, who was now dangling between the guards like a leaf in a summer breeze.

“Your chances are counting… Counting down, that is. If I don’t hear more tomorrow, you’ll go through that door.”

While extinguishing his cigarette on Karsta's cheek, he pointed to the furthest corner and one didn’t need a sign on it to know it only led to bad news. Slowly, the interrogator pulled the ashtray towards himself and placed his personal vice of addiction on the side. In a flash of violence, he kicked one last time in Karsta’s stomach before commanding his minions with a cold voice:

“Bring him away. And throw some water over him, I don’t want him to go into a shock.”

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Line-up for the game against Audioslavia @ The Nine, Dyatinsk

Manuel Schmidt
Gabriel Refshauge - Rafal Giertych - Sigurd Tufte - Kazimieras Zemaitis
Quinten Zermin - Harald Naess
Eero Halmiini - Sverre Devold - Sil Moen
Duco Dalmshelf

Bench: Seber - Erhardt - Dziuba - Mamontovas - Justs - Martinek - Plovnarov - Kluszak - Knutsen - Hostmann - Havelund - Rettinger


It would be a blatant lie to say that Hope didn't hesitate before placing these eleven names on the board. Bringing Kluszak to the bench, after an excellent game, and altering his preferred system back to one dispised by all those who could handle a pen in the archipelago wasn't an easy choice. But Hope knew well enough it was the only one he had. One simply cannot enter the field against the number three of the world, the side that left the best impression during the qualifiers so far of the whole multiverse, the team that hadn't seen the striker yet who could score against them, the Bulls who had smashed all those in their way to smithereens with a multitude of goals, in short, Audioslavia, the same way they approach a side against which three points should be a formality - according to the fans.

The defense stands and as long as Bartkus walks around, slowly, with a cane, and there are little doubts it will remain like that for a while - although Dziuba, Mamontovas, Justs and Smetona should earn their chance some day or another. Rafal Giertych had had the kind of debut you hope for from a central defender: solid, unremarked and flawless. Harald Naess, who reenters the team, will have to show what he's made of - he showed a nice sample of it against Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk gorod. Keeping Sil Moen on board, over younger players, might have been considered a risk, but Hope knew that if they could stand one chance to outsmart the Audioslavian back four, it would be through a cunning plan. Dalmshelf receives one clear task: annoy them. Annoy them hard.
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'Bu', like in 'book'. 'Yan' like the cyclist 'Jan Ullrich'.
RP Population: 22 million
Overenthusiast and slightly naive Republic ruled by Sil Moen
State of Economy: deplorable
Weather: cold
Atmosphere: less depressing than before, but only a bit

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Postby Greater Watford » Mon Jul 28, 2014 11:09 am

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Valiant performance falls short

Joey McMahon
Against our northern neighbours, Greater Watford found some determination, but ultimately couldn’t succeed as the greater skill of Osarius saw them win 3-2. The game will inspire some confidence, even if qualification seems even less likely.

The first 15 minutes saw Osarius pin Greater Watford back in their half. However, with Tilder holding back, the backline provided limited space. There were a few shots from distance, but Hemsworth, returning to goal, made sure he could deal with them. The first goal came in the 23rd minute, when the ball was crossed in. The initial header was blocked by Hemsworth, but the follow up was calmly struck into the net.

For Greater Watford, they needed to get an equaliser before the end of the half, to have a chance of doing well. Up stepped Mario Mannetti, who was able to take on 2 defenders before sending a curling shot in from all of 25 yards. It was a beautiful goal, by the top goalscorer for Greater Watford. The half ended 1-1, with an air of positivity in the ground.

In the second half, Osarius looked to restore their advantage. Within 10 minutes, they did this, with their #9 holding off Watts, before squaring the ball beyond R.Warthon to set up an easy one-on-one, which was scored. Then, on 64 minutes, it became 3-1, as a corner saw an Osarius player rise high to head the ball down and low, beyond Hemsworth.

With very little time left, Peréz came off the bench to replace the jaded Lincoln. His pace proved difficult for the defence, and on 87 minutes he broke clear after Mannetti sent a long ball along the ground, and Peréz hit a low, fierce shot into the net. The final few minutes saw scrambled passes downfield, but ultimately no equaliser.

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As a former rugby player in his youth, it’s no surprise that Peter Tilder is known for his tough attitude. He plays as a defensive midfielder, but can play as a central defender or midfielder if necessary. With physical strength and a strong boot, he is a useful anchorman, able to win, and pass the ball. Sometimes we see him sitting further back, and sometimes he pushes up. Being able to read the game is another useful talent he has, being an experienced player.

Tilder is a fairly nomadic player. He was born in Wheathampstead, and was a rugby player there in his youth. At 18, he turned to football, and joined Frogmore Rovers, in the old Senior Alliance League. Not long afterwards, he transferred to Buncefield FC. He eventually found his home at Marlowes City FC, where he was instrumental in their Season 3 Super League title. Away from football, Tilder is a keen rugby fan, and is often seen trying to promote football in smaller towns, especially his hometown of Wheathampstead, who have jokingly offered him a guaranteed spot in the starting XI if he leaves Marlowes City FC.
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International FireStorm V Cup Winner with Watford FC
International FireStorm VI Cup Winner with St Albans City FC

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Postby Monkeykind » Mon Jul 28, 2014 11:16 am

Monkey Kingdom 2-0 Fnaticka
"Another victory for the NFTMK in this stage of the World Cup as they defeated Fnaticka 2 goals to nil. Fnaticka is currently the 7th placed team in the group, and our victory over them as given us another 3 points, putting our current point total at 10 out of a possible 18." Said the presenter of the show, Freddie Pearson."As the United Kingdom of Zackatlantis lost to Kazamatsuri 2-1, we have now gone from 4th place in the group to 3rd place, with one more match before the break.
"In this World Cup so far we have won 3 matches, against Fnaticka, Greater Watford and Lolloh, draw once against Kazamatsuri, and lost twice, against Zackatlantis and Taeshan. Our last match before the break is against the team currently topping the group, Osarius. This will be an extremely hard match for the NFTMK, but losing this match could mean we sink to 5th. If we win, it also means that Osarius would probably end up in 2nd, as they are only in front of Taeshan on goal difference, not points."
At the group hotel:
The manager, Garnett Hadaway, glanced at the group standings, which were pinned to the wall, and wondered if his football team was ready for the hard task that awaited them soon. A win here would be important, he wanted to end the first 7 matches in the top 3. Even a draw with Osarius would secure a third-place position.
Outside crowds were chanting, heading towards the stadium for the big game. Garnett didn't want to let his loyal fans down. The NFTMK would end the Osarius lossless streak in this World Cup. He looked at the roster. He changed it from the defensive one to the offensive. They'd need to take every opportunity to score to win against Osarius. Trenton had recovered quickly from his injury and was ready for selection again. That was good. Trenton had incredible skill and was a footballing legend back at the Monkey Kingdom.
Roster:
GK- Trenton Dorsey
Geoff Causey-LDM
Alloysius Hillam-CB
Eben Wells-CB
Leroy Pryor-RDM
Westley West-LAM
Marvin Cookson-CAM
Terance Statham-CAM
Colton Walmsley-RAM
Xavior Hollands-ST
Walt Huxtable-ST
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