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by Nova Anglicana » Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:36 pm
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Chapter 1
Alain woke up, his eyes opening into two almonds. He felt extremely dizzy and scared, experiencing two of the symptoms that he regularly suffered. It was not the first time that he had a nightmare like this: For years he’s been subjected to this form of torture, with his own mind being its own torturer. He tried all sorts of things, but with the lack of medical care available, as well as the situation in which the world got into, the boy was unable to get rid of it permanently. They were stuck as if he's meant to be cursed forever.
To making everything clearer, he slowly maneuvered himself from his front onto his side and then shook his head. Then he looked around the bed, out of fear that something might have happened while gone. One by one, Scanning through anything that’s seen in his eyes, Alain made sure that he missed nothing. He took it all in, the awards, the posters, the photos and of course, his Houdini. The collection was a mixture of hockey and family, all attached deeply within him. They shaped his heart, the way that he interacted and thought of the world, to be a man he was. Neither occupied any space in his current life however: Felice's been dead for some time and Maxime's off to middle of nowhere. Still he kept them in his room hoping that they, though in soul, will be with him. Til the very end.
Noticing that they were of his room, he took a deep breath. Once again, he was back in real realms, safe and sound. “It was just a dream.” Alain panted, trying to calm himself down. Three years after her death, he looked even worse than ever. Years of mental distress affected him to the even more extreme of the physical ends. His bloodshot eyes ached like there's no tomorrow. Wrinkles on his face became more pronounced with each day passing, while his hair already started to show its shades of grey despite his youth. He now clenched his heart, trying to keep up with the tempo it moved. “Just a dream.”
He didn’t get to calm himself down further however. While contemplating for perhaps getting a nice shower of controlled H2O, someone had opened the door with minimal tension required to turn and then push the greasy, brass doorknob. He turned around, his attention still sharp, and found that it was none other than Felix.
“Wake up,” said Felix, his one and only friend whom he’s still maintaining the friendship with, “Let’s go down while the meat’s still hot.”
Figuring that it's none other than Felix Dauphin-Chang, Alain looked into his eyes and just smiled. They were of same age, born just three months apart from each other, but looked very different from each other. Alain was broad where Felix was narrow, grey where his friend was black, seeped and broken where his best friend was strong and intact. Perhaps this was the reason why they got to be very good friends: They complimented each other perfectly, one filling the personal needs of the other. When one needed help, other would be there to support him for whatever the cause, whether it be through constructive criticism, adding anything else that one might have missed, or just competing against each other.
"I know that you don't have it ready." Felix responded, thinking that the half-Korean's just bluffing.
"Good luck handling a cold one- now race me down to the kitchen!" Felix shouted, before turning around and dazzling/stomping his way forward. Alain cursed and followed, as they ran along the 2nd floor hallway to the end in what looked to be a mini-chase. Being a very old house, and a large one at that, it had a unique floor plan.
At one end stood the staircase to the main floor, while on the other side there was a huge room. It was where Alain and Felix slept, with them on nighttime shifts just in case.
He did not try to match his pace however. His body could not keep up with his friend’s, and there’s nothing he could do about. He had seen those visions of death in his sleep, and was thinking of them now. After a while, the cheerful sound of his laughter faded into the grey, and the room was once again silent.
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by Yttribia » Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:07 am
The cover of ¡Vertigol! which is right next to the pile of unsorted newspapers
THE FONTVIEILLE POST - HEADLINES
El Roblar is Yttribian Land Now; Your Move, Commies
- Turner Wall
Within the span of around thirty-six hours, our purple lads have finally taken over filthy Guayabalense land, claiming it successfully for the Corvax Confederation. Beginning with Rodriguez and Melendez, the Yttribians took down every single politician within those two cities, placing in a Regional Administrator in recently claimed Yttribian land. The takeover itself was smooth and simple, with no civilian casualties reported, other than the deaths of important politicians from both the cities of Rodriguez and Melendez. Guayabalenses were shocked by the fact that their cities were invaded overnight, as this was happening right under their noses, without the slightest idea that their land could be so easily taken over. The murder of politicians is in retaliation of Junior Administrator Brent Stephenson, who was killed at the hands of a Guayabalense spy, (OOC: Misinformed politician leads to a misinformed press) and not to mention the deaths of three elite scientists from Fontvieille University.
The take-over of El Roblar was much more difficult, however the same feat was achieved with easiness: No civilians, other than filthy, bigoted, ideology-breaking Communist "politicians", were injured or killed during the take over. El Roblar's City Hall was heavily bombed by heavy artillery coming from various ships, killing most if not all of the El Roblar City Council, who were holding an emergency meeting. The Guayabalense citizens were unable to phone their terrible excuse they have of a military on time in order to save them for Yttribian Conquest, as the Flag of the Confederation was flying high and proud over a burning City Hall. Yttribian soldiers have been stationed in the three cities, in order to keep the calm, and ensure that no violent repercussions are made against their saviors. They should be happy after all, seeing as our country is much more free than the silly excuse San José Guayabal is.
However, we must report the facts, and albeit: it is a tragic, tragic fact. The city of Piedra Vigilante was accidentally razed down by their own citizens, due to what the Yttribian Armed Forces is claiming to be an "illegal firecracker, by Yttribian standards" being set off by several young teenagers across the entire city, leading many to buildings being caught ablaze. Some of the citizens escaped the city in time, while others were not fortunate enough to do so. Despite our state of war against their government, the Fontvieille Post would like to send our condolences to those affected by the razing.
On a closing note, we would like to ask Yttribians to prepare themselves and their homes in case of retaliation, by making sure their weapons have enough ammunition, and that your Weapons Permit Card is up to date. We ask that all militias get ready to fight for our country with pride. It is after all, the only thing our nation has that most others lack. Pride.
by Zwangzug » Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:57 am
by Cosumar » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:24 am
Cosumar - 5
14' (Engström)
16' (Arora)
17' (Petrov)
29' (Petrov)
78' (Na'Noni)
Airella - 0
No goals
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by Kinitaria » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:56 am
Map of Kinitaria. The Free Area of the
Technocratic Republic is marked in red.
by Alasdair I Frosticus » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:58 am
Dear Ordinary Reality Football Associations
As the finals of the Cup for Chaps approaches, we'd like to invite you to take a moment to think about what it means for your nation to be a chap [please assume use of term is gender-neutral and non-speciesist].
Please send us a short note* defining what a chap means to you.
The best entries, as chosen by a highly biased jury of imperial citizens, shall be incorporated into the forthcoming Opening Ceremony.
Yours,
Isaac the Prince Imperial
Honorary President
The Imperial Club
by Paradystopia » Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:52 am
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Group 17 Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts
1 Vaugania 11 9 1 1 29 13 +16 28
2 Kiryu-shi 11 8 1 2 31 17 +14 25
3 Nephara 11 7 1 3 26 14 +12 22
4 Kandorith 11 6 1 4 33 19 +14 19
5 Mehdonesia 11 4 0 7 18 26 −8 12
6 Terres de Gaulles 11 3 1 7 17 33 −16 10
7 Arkiasis 11 3 0 8 14 24 −10 9
8 ORCA Bay 11 1 1 9 14 36 −22 4
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by West Angola » Mon Aug 04, 2014 5:46 am
by Paradystopia » Mon Aug 04, 2014 6:15 am
Alasdair I Frosticus wrote:Dear Ordinary Reality Football Associations
As the finals of the Cup for Chaps approaches, we'd like to invite you to take a moment to think about what it means for your nation to be a chap.
Please send us a short note defining what a chap means to you.
The best entries, as chosen by a highly biased jury of imperial citizens, shall be incorporated into the forthcoming Opening Ceremony.
Yours,
Isaac the Prince Imperial
Honorary President
The Imperial Club
Dear Prince Isaac,
It was with a great deal of surprise that we discovered your seemingly avid interest in our Paradystopi 'Chap's. How our little society has any relevance to the Wurld Cuppe we may never know, but appreciative we are nonetheless. Should your interest extend to bestowing us your most esteemable patronage, we would be most humbled at such an honour.
CHAP, or the Company of Hurdy-gurdy Afficionadoes of Paradystopia (Compannie ov Hurdie-Gurdie Affishiounardoes y'Paradystopia) specialises primarily in the positive depiction in the media and general furtherment of this lesser known archaic instrument and we take great pride in all that we achieve. During the last school term, the number of children choosing to learn this oft overlooked instrument of joy increased by over 10% thanks in part to our advertising campaign; 'No, it's not the sound of a wasp's nest in an offtune violin ... '. In recent polls, the Hurdy-Gurdy has overtaken both the Theorbo and the Krumhorn to become the nation's second favourite ancient instrument just behind the constant favourite, the Sackbutt. We also organise a great many concerts showcasing the instrument's repetoire in both older and more modern idioms.
So, to answer your question of what it means to be one of the 'Chap's. It requires a great degree of dedication and personal passion, a steadfast belief that the Hurdie-Gurdie was, and always will be, the pinnacle of music innovation and an acceptance that you'll never be 'cool' inasmuch as we don't get invited to as many crazy parties as the electric guitarists, the piano virtuosos or the sackbuttists do.
Find enclosed a short excerpt of myself performing live on 'Paradystopia's got Talent' for your enjoyment.
Yours in Chapdom
Aethelthryth Klongsmakkre MMus UPSMDip
CHAP Presydent-yn-cheefe
Committee membre of the Paradystopi Moustache and Beard Society
Foundyng membre of the Recreational Monocle Wearer's Club
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