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Postby Barunia » Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:30 pm

Marion Ferry Disaster: Boat may have been smuggling drugs
The Maritime Safety Bureau today released their preliminary report into the collision in the Marion Sound that took 183 lives. The accident occurred when a high-speed ferry collided with a private yacht. Today's report suggests that the ya ht may have been travelling without running lights at the time of the crash. A witness told the MSB inquiry that he observed a yacht matching the description heading into the sound without lights half an hour before the collision.
The yacht was owned by a salesman from Coral. It is believed he was the skipper on board, and was counted amongst the fatalities, along with the rest of the yacht's crew. The skipper and bridge crew of the ferry also died.

The MSB report revealed a quantity of white powder stored in plastic bags in the hold. While the report did not state what the powder was, it is understood the matter has been referred to the federal police. Drugs are often trafficked down the Marion Sound and into the lucrative markets of Delmars and cities on Barunia Island from the Northern Isles. This operation is usually done at night and without lights to avoid detection. Could this be what happened? There was no moon on that night, and without her lights on the yacht would have been invisible to the ferry crew until it was too late.
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Postby Turori » Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:31 pm

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EELS MARCH ON
Critical Clash awaits Turori


After stringing together five straight victories including four straight shutouts the Turori Eels prepare to host Sicoutimont at Eels Park in Eelandii on Matchday 11 in a match that could all but seal the Eels ticket to World Cup 69 in Apox and the Holy Empire.

It was a difficult game for Turori against Kitsunia-Deesse who found the net against the Eels more than any other team previously had done so combined during the campaign and put Turori in an uncharacteristic hole heading into the second half. The Eels came out flying and out did their own goalscoring marks with Restiaa Mumamba, Teliima Loinara, Matlya Eelador and Inamari Altariiz contributing.

The first half of qualifying would conclude with a difficult home match against long time rivals Starblaydia. The purple peril and the Eels both made their debut during World Cup 15 and have been fighting like siblings ever since, though the Bekkside nation certainly enjoying a healthy share of the successes. This time, however, it would be the Eels that came out on top with Aiden Varess's stoppage time winner the difference.

The victory would set off a string of KarEelan, or, perhaps TakEelan victories for the Orange-Blue inspired Eels as they were four-star strong once again this time against Itanpavia, followed up with a 3-0 victory over the Alinghi Federal-Democratic Republic, the nation with one of the longest names in the entire competition. It was also the qualification debut for Eels goalkeeper Sharif Deniibo who got the start after 3 straight starts for the experienced Mumau Atla-Siioai.

G.Q. Disterfred returned in net on Matchday 10 as the Eels left home for the first time in 4 games, facing off against Casagrande. The recently high-scoring Eels were tempered and it was back to System KarEela as Inlite Makakio's 24th minute tally was the difference. Despite being unbeaten through 10 matches, the Eels were still in a perilous position having to play both the 2nd and 3rd placed teams in their group over the final four matches.

It would all start on Matchday 11 as Sicoutimont would travel to the Eels Park in Eelandii where they fate of Group 10 would be decided midway between Cednia and Almintora, the Eels hoping their defense would be enough to thwart the potent attack of the fleur du leis wearing brigade.
Turori [4] - [2] Kitsunia-Deesse

Best Player: Etamara Kulkkiia
Worst Player: Aiden Varess
Shots on Target: 6
Corner Kicks: 13
Turori Goalscorers::
48' Restiaa Mumamba
50' Teliima Loinara
81' Matlya Eelador
83' Inamari Altariiz


Turori Eels Lineup v. Kitsunia-Deesse ::
[GK] Mumau Atla-Siioai, [D] Geafi Laina-Sola, [D] Tarek Edgeli, [D] Yoains Konoaafeo, [UT] Restiaa Mumamba, [ML] Etamara Kulkkiia, [MC] Aiden Varess, [MC] Rikko Rawaii, [MR] Teliima Loinara, [FC] Matlya Eelador, [FC] Inamari Altariiz
BENCH::
[FC] Liinai Zakazaka, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [M] Inlite Makakio, [M] Nubara Moafalia, [UT] Inaosnaa Klanoa, [D] Balariita Muzmaara, [GK] Ronji Miiastara


Turori [1] - [0] Starblaydia

Best Player: Etamara Kulkkiia
Worst Player: Dmitri Levada
Shots on Target: 2
Corner Kicks: 2
Turori Goalscorers::
90' Aiden Varess


Turori Eels Lineup v. Starblaydia ::
[GK] Mumau Atla-Siioai, [D] Tarek Edgeli, [D] Oani Moralziia, [D] Dmitri Levada, [UT] Klaillal Tuirma, [ML] Etamara Kulkkiia, [MC] Inlite Makakio, [MC] Rutaj Ranaso, [MR] Aiden Varess, [FC] Inamari Altariiz, [FC] Liinai Zakazaka
BENCH::
[FC] Matlya Eelador, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [M] Kigaoua Oalalka, [M] Rikko Rawaii, [UT] Yoains Konoaafeo, [D] Geafi Laina-Sola, [GK] G.Q Disterfred II


Turori [4] - [0] Itanpavia

Best Player: Dmitri Levada
Worst Player: Etamara Kulkkiia
Shots on Target: 6
Corner Kicks: 12
Turori Goalscorers::
25' Matlya Eelador
55' Etamara Kulkkiia
66' Rikko Rawaii
87' Tarek Edgeli


Turori Eels Lineup v. Itanpavia ::
[GK] Mumau Atla-Siioai, [D] Dmitri Levada, [D] Tarek Edgeli, [D] Geafi Laina-Sola, [UT] Klaillal Tuirma, [ML] Etamara Kulkkiia, [MC] Rikko Rawaii, [MC] Inlite Makakio, [MR] Teliima Loinara, [FC] Inamari Altariiz, [FC] Matlya Eelador
BENCH::
[FC] Liinai Zakazaka, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [M] Kigaoua Oalalka, [M] Aiden Varess, [UT] Majid Jedidi, [D] Oani Moralziia, [GK] G.Q Disterfred II


Turori [3] - [0] Alinghi Federal-Democratic Republic

Best Player: Oani Moralziia
Worst Player: Aiden Varess
Shots on Target: 5
Corner Kicks: 10
Turori Goalscorers::
40' Matlya Eelador
77' Klaillal Tuirma
86' Teliima Loinara


Turori Eels Lineup v. Alinghi Federal-Democratic Republic ::
[GK] Sharif Deniibo, [D] Oani Moralziia, [D] Tarek Edgeli, [D] Balariita Muzmaara, [UT] Klaillal Tuirma, [ML] Etamara Kulkkiia, [MC] Rutaj Ranaso, [MC] Kigaoua Oalalka, [MR] Aiden Varess, [FC] Inamari Altariiz, [FC] Matlya Eelador
BENCH::
[FC] Liinai Zakazaka, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [M] Teliima Loinara, [M] Rikko Rawaii, [UT] Dmitri Levada, [D] Geafi Laina-Sola, [GK] Mumau Atla-Siioai


Turori [1] - [0] Casagrande

Best Player: Dmitri Levada
Worst Player: Inamari Altariiz
Shots on Target: 2
Corner Kicks: 3
Turori Goalscorers::
24' Inlite Makakio


Turori Eels Lineup v. Casagrande ::
[GK] G.Q Disterfred II, [D] Tarek Edgeli, [D] Dmitri Levada, [D] Balariita Muzmaara, [UT] Klaillal Tuirma, [ML] Kigaoua Oalalka, [MC] Etamara Kulkkiia, [MC] Aiden Varess, [MR] Inlite Makakio, [FC] Inamari Altariiz, [FC] Matlya Eelador
BENCH::
[FC] Liinai Zakazaka, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [M] Rikko Rawaii, [M] Timi'sala Koarena, [UT] Geafi Laina-Sola, [D] Oani Moralziia, [GK] Mumau Atla-Siioai
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Postby Nova Anglicana » Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:36 pm

Part 1

Part 2

Rutupiae Football Complex, 4th August

Sean Thomas stood amongst a mass of young men outside the shiny new football complex. He had finally decided to take Tommy's advice and give professional football one last shot before hanging up his boots. There were so many people around him, hundreds hoping for one shot at glory, hoping they would catch someone's eye and get into the coveted Sovereign Division.

A hand on his shoulder. He gave a sudden start, then saw it was just Tommy.

"Damn, mate. You about jumped out of your skin there. A little nervous, eh?"

Sean exhaled. "Yeah, I guess so. Couldn't eat a bite of breakfast this morning. I think my legs are shaking."

Tommy smiled. "Well, it's good to see you out here. As soon as you get out onto that pitch, you'll be fine. Nobody's got a softer touch with a football than you. Just go out there and show 'em what us U of R men are made of."

Just then a man with a megaphone stepped out of the gates and began to speak. "Attention! May I have your attention, please! Thank you all for coming out to the open tryouts. Today is the first of ten days of open tryouts. We will be paring down this group each day until we get those we want to see on the final roster. Will you please form five lines and approach these five tables? You will register and receive a number. Do not lose your number. If you do, you will be asked to leave the tryout. We will be publishing a list of those numbers who will not be moving on to the next day at the end of each day. Once you receive your number, please proceed to the buses located in the parking lot. These buses will take you to your tryout site. Thank you."

Sean and Tommy got into the nearest line. After what seemed like an interminably long time, Sean got to the table.

"Name, age, position and last team, please."

"Sean Thomas, 22, center mid, University of Rutupiae."

The official wrote it all down and handed him the number "224" and a few safety pins. "Mr. Thomas, please affix this to your shirt and proceed to bus 7, at the end of the line. Next!"

Sean fumbled with the pins, finally getting them and his number attached to his U of R training shirt. He entered bus 7, looking for a seat. He didn't recognize anyone, and they all seemed either lost in thought or watching him suspiciously. He sat down next to a guy with large headphones, figuring he wouldn't be bothering him. Rap music pounded through the guy's headphones, and the bass line had bored itself into Sean's skull by the time they arrived at the pitch. It was a municipal field, probably one that Sunday league teams played on. One that he'd probably be playing on by the time the tryouts were over. He shook his head. He had to focus.

They piled off the bus and Sean realized there were probably fifty to sixty of them. Waiting to meet them was a slim man, middle-aged, with a salt-and-pepper beard.

"All right, my beauties, welcome to day 1 of open tryouts. I'm Ken Winchester, and for the next several hours, you all are subject to my every whim. Today's where we weed out the lazy from the dedicated and find out how many of you really want this. Right, boots on, four laps around the pitch."

It felt good to run again. Sean completed the four laps with ease, though several people were breathing heavily by the time it was over. Winchester had them do stretches and light plyometric exercises for the next half hour, then gathered them all together. One of the group piped up. "Mr. Winchester, sir, there aren't any balls here. How are we going to have tryouts without any balls?"

Winchester's eyes lit up and he gave a wicked grin. "What's your name, son?"

"Eddy Pritchett, sir."

"Well, Mr. Pritchett, you're right, there aren't any balls here. Least of all on you lot. You look like the biggest bunch of gutless sissies I've ever seen. Today is not about touching a football, lads. Today, we find out if you're fit enough. If you survive today, you might get to touch a football tomorrow. Now, I want you all to get moving. Down to the opposite goal and back, then down to the opposite penalty spot and back, and so on and so forth. Got it?"

They ran until their lungs burned. Guys started dropping like flies, their chests heaving. Five sets, a minute rest in between each set, and then they did it again. When they started to falter, Winchester would run alongside them. "Come on, 187, get up! Let's go! Professional footballers don't quit!"

Following the first ten sets of shuttles, they gulped water on the sidelines. Sean's muscles ached, but he didn't slow. He was one of about fifteen who finished in the first wave every time. That guy with the big headphones was another. Wherever Tommy was, Sean hoped he was holding up.

After the water break, they did more shuttle runs, half field this time, but with push-ups, sit-ups, and up-downs mixed in. They worked hard all day; fartleks, diagonally from corner flag to corner flag, more laps, more push-ups. They had short breaks for water and lunch; Sean was grateful for these few moments spent not moving. More than one guy puked, some multiple times. Winchester was everywhere, pushing them, motivating them, yelling and encouraging them. At the end of the six hours, they ran four more laps and stretched, those of them that could.

Winchester called them together. "Well, lads, I hope you had a good workout today. Go home and get some rest; ice up. We'll be seeing these people tomorrow back at the complex. 123, 342..."

Sean was breathing heavily. He'd barely been able to stumble through the last exercise. Had he done enough?

"...and 224. All the rest of you, thank you for your time, but you will not be moving on."

There it was. His number. He'd survived. They piled back onto the bus. The guy with the large headphones sat down next to him.

"Congrats on making the cut. Chris Parker, but most people call me CP3."

"Thomas, Sean Thomas."
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Runners-up
WBC 39/44/50, WCoH 46, RUWC 31, Cup of Harmony 65, IBS III/VIII, AVBF 7s II

3rd Place
WBC 28/32/36, RUWC XXIX, Cup of Harmony 64, IBS V, WJHC V/VIII/XVI/XVII, Beltane Cup II, Londinium 7s II, R7WC VI (eliminated in semis, no 3PPO)

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WBC 29/38/49, IBS VII, RUWC XXI/XXVI, WJHC IV, Londinium 7s I, WCoH 28, RAHI II

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Postby Hicana » Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:08 pm

Mist Keeping Up Despite Destruction of Country

Following a three-nil victory over Vangaziland, the Hicaña Mist are keeping pace with the top in their group with eighteen points, only good for fourth but tied with third-place Karditan and a point behind second-place Glaser. Of course, the geophysical standpoint of a country that no longer exists in fourth place is vaguely absurd, but the team, who is now playing their home games in nearby Tree Death, is ready to fight to make the playoffs for their country.

"Of course we're still doing it," Albert Castro, the team's star midfielder and captain, remarked, "the nation is no longer there, but we fight for the memory of our nation."

When asked about the team itself, Matthieu Rhoderick, the foreigner who has an impressive five goals at this qualification campaign, remarked: "I think we have the right batch of guys here. Good playmaking up front, excellent at holding the fort in the back. This is a dynamic team that has what it takes to make a run into the World Cup."

"Yeah, this is definitely the year," said Jenni Sanchez, a defender, "it's depressing how Gregoryisgodistan attempted to kill our nation, and in destroying the Federal Republic of Hicaña they succeeded. But they did not wipe out Hicañans. And the Hicañan race will never die."

On the game side of things, the team needs to gear up for a home match against the Archregmiacy, whose monks are the best team in the group. The two battled to a one-all standstill, proving that the Hicañans were not just a pushover anymore.

"We aren't just a pushover anymore," said sports pundit "Repetitive Aaron" Aaron Smith.

The team will need any points they can get, with Cosumar two behind, Karditan even, and Glaser a point ahead in a four-way battle for second place. Once there, they will need to win a playoff, but the Hicañans are confident.

"We've always believed this was a team with potential," Castro said, "and this is the year we're finally realizing it."
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Postby The Royal Kingdom of Quebec » Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:20 pm

OOC: Continuation of Eoin's memory.

Page 3-4

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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Postby Super-Llamaland » Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:21 pm

Ferguson was cold.

It was the third day of his field mission - intel-gathering - and his last before he went back to the camp in Magnussholm. He was still a Private First Class in the Llamanean President's Army, but he was quickly rising and would soon get a promotion. Once the spies he was leading came back, they would make the twenty-mile hike back to camp. And while it was morning, it was still before six o'clock and certainly frigid. It was Vjaalsbürg right now, but Ferguson just wished it wasn't.

Oh well. And then, out of nowhere, the spies came. They were being chased. Oh God.




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"Seriously, Sanders? This is life or death, us or them. What are you-" and then he realized that he was just spouting Granveir propaganda. "you're right. Sorry."

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Postby Nassau-Hessen » Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:38 pm

Wait A Minute...We Could Actually Qualify


The Hessen have been on a roll. Starting out with a huge win against Carialus, the Eagles eventually found themselves within a single point of an advancing spot late in the competition. The future is one surely packed with many surprises ahead. The Torisakia Ice Birds, who have previously beaten Nassau by a score of 2-0, have taken an unpredicted dip in the standings (a tie to the Highlanders heavily contributed to this downfall), and they can only hope that they could miraculously reclaim a second place spot. There has been controversy in the defense of the Hessians. Bracegirdle has been lacking quality, and is fighting for his spot against the anxious reserves, namely Faircotton and Pott. Similo is also feeling the pressure of keeping up with the team. Loamsdown has already practically been permanently put in the reserve section by the up and coming Isenberic Longhole, who is often swapped by a very similar Quintus Marma-Madoc. The most recent noticeable changes within the Nassau Football Squad was the ever transitioning formation, which although sticking to the base of 4-3-3, is experimenting many others. This could give hope to some of the struggling starters. Red Blackiland has been extremely threatening as of late, the Dark Lions mark on Group 9 will surely be remembered after what they have done to many of the teams. The scariest part of all is that they aren't done quite yet. The colorful Eagles have a commanding lead over the rest despite a few inconvenient draws, one of which from the Lions, while the Agilang Dilaw are struggling to stay away from the Comrades and Golden Eagles.

Second Round, Part One, The Streak


Nassau 3–2 Nova Anglicana

This friendly was for the most part a good choice for both teams. The Lions succeeded in scoring more than one goal in a game (a feat they have not overcome in a decent amount of time), but on the flip side, their heavily defensive style did not serve them well as the Hessen netted three on them. Both squads were able to experiment some new formations with valuable results on their efficiency. The Lions quickly started the match off with a quick tap in goal by #10 Kyle Fleming from a pass by #8 Alex Robinson. After the quick Anglo outburst, it took a whole thirty minutes until the Eagles finally got on the board with a perfectly spun high shot by Blanco Chubbs. Nassau finally found an efficient rhythm to their style of play, and as soon as the second half commenced, they hit the ground running by scoring twice before the sixty minute mark. It was only until the sixty eighth minute that the Anglican superstar, Raphael Baptiste, scored through a header, which directed a corner kick. What ensued afterwards was a true test for Nassau of holding on to a bare one goal lead. The Nassauite star, Falco Brambler, did not disappoint. The captains have once again led their team to success.

Green Highland 1–3 Nassau

Coming back into the second half of qualifiers was no problem for the Hessians, as they were still fresh from the victory over Nova-Anglicana. A fair amount of formational experimenting occurred. Many starters were swapped for reserves, and the formation for the Eagles ended up being 5-3-2 (Sandybanks took a break from the offense). To simplify the summary of the game, one could say it was a momentous day for Balbo Zarambaga. He sunk his first goal of the day through a close range shot at the 22nd minute after constant Nassauite offensive possession against the bottom-dwellers. The Highlanders could barely manage to get off a couple of shots in the first half, only one of which was wide. Balbo showed almost literally no tiredness in the second half as he launched a long bomb of a shot that just went under the crossbar. This shot added another goal onto his resumé and onto the Highland scoreboard. Despite a shocking miscommunication by Bracegirdle a few minutes after the seventieth minute that resulted in an own goal, Zarambaga immediately lightened the team mood by heading in a cross from his best pal Blanco Chubbs. The hattrick shocked all of the aficionados in attendance, the Nassauite fans gave an unwavering a standing ovation that lasted until the end of the game. As the Hessen confidently strode out of the game with their heads held high from a 3-1 victory, the fixtures that remained wouldn't be so easy. The Eagles returned to the pavilion to play a rematch against the lethal Dark Lions.

Nassau 2–1 Red Blackiland

To be frank, both teams needed points. Nassau was desperately trying to inch their way into a qualifying spot (as they were only a win behind the Agilang Dilaw at the time) and Red Blackiland was experiencing a now-or-never scenario where they had to win in order to survive. The Hessen decided to momentarily use their original format of formation as a bold move, especially against their upsetting opponent. Many players were in protest due to the comparably better other formations, but the staff's decision was final. It was initially difficult to immediately determine who had the upper hand. Finally, in the late thirties minute-wise, Blanco Chubbs made a risky (and seemingly stupid) move by going into the thick of the Dark Lion body. Due to the superior wit and foresight of Blanco, he incredulously maneuvered himself out of the body and into the wide open, where he wasted no time and shot just inside the right post to break the tie. The half was soon completed and replaced. The Eagles, despite having the ball for the majority of the game, could not find many shots. It was only through a strong twenty minutes of play where they scored their goals. At minute fifty-seven, Balbo Zarambaga centered the ball from near the corner to #58 Sancho Bolgorro, who kicked the ball as soon as it made contact with his foot. The kick went straight into the left side of the net, and the pressure was put on the Dark Lions. The heavy burden of pressure quickly reacquainted with Nassau when Felipinho blasted a shot into the top right corner of Brambler's net. The Eagles yet again found themselves in a trial of outlasting the opponent. Through a true show of rock solid defense, the Hessen braved the Red and Black storm. The final, 2-1. The steaming hot Nassau Football Team headed in the direction Bloumany Stadium in hopes of extending their already impressive four game winning streak. This match, however, would be their toughest challenge as of yet by far. The stakes were higher than they ever were before, as the Eagles were within striking distance of the Royal Barangay and a shot at making it to the prestigious 69th World Cup.


7/22: v. Green Highland W 3-0
7/23: @ Red Blackiland W 1-0

7/24: v. Blouman Empire L 0-2
7/26: @ The Royal Barangay L 1-3
7/27: v. The Jasminia Islands W 3-0
7/28: @ Torisakia L 0-2
7/29: v. Carialus W 3-2
7/30: v. Nova Anglicana W 3-2

7/31: Mid Qualification Break
8/01: @ Green Highland W 3-1
8/02: v. Red Blackiland W 2-1

8/03: @ Blouman Empire L 0-1

8/04: v. The Royal Barangay
8/05: @ The Jasminia Islands
8/06: v. Torisakia
8/07: @ Carialus
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"Hello Neu Engollon!
I'm Gerry Paseult and this is the NETV Sports 7 Update with special coverage of the 69th World Cup. My colleague, Magda, is on assignment to cover the preparations for the Astyrian Cup. This will be a quick update. The Goats took on McKleigh for a second time and were able to do better than their zero all tie during the previous match up. Three goals from Langlois, Manion and Hummelmann unanswered by the Gingers squad, but some supreme effort to be acknowledged on the part of the Charles O'Branche and Deron McSands. Still, McKleigh did not measure up this round and the Goats have proven again that they are a team to contend with here.

Flash back further to the previous Laiyenda match, only one goal but it was enough for the One Team Project to knock the Goats down a peg. It was a shocking turn of events that this small unknown team took the match, but Laiyenda seemed extra determined to attempt some vengeance from their first face off. The Goats defense held fast and only let through the one shot from Nick Wallace, who seemed to pound his teammates a little too vigorously in celebration. Despite numerous other attacks on goal by Brenz, Hummelmann, Siebech and Babić, the Goats were never able to tie up the score by the buzzer. Ultimately, their second and last match up together went to Laiyenda. Taking into account their standing and the fact that a loss at this point wouldn't set them back much, there were still some dejected faces during the post-match coverage.

Flash back even further still, to the match with the Falcons of Falcus. A draw, two all. A battle that was epic enough to meet all expectations. The Falcons relentless in their attacks on the Goats goalkeeper Flegzut and the defense led by Marco Fantinelli. Likewise, our offense charging into their back end and lobbing shots in with deft maneuvering. This was a duel of the defenses, for sure. Unfortunately, despite herculean efforts the Goats were unable to make the tiebreaker and pound in a third goal past Chris Lockwood. With our defense still able to hold off their likewise attacks, the final 15 minutes were tense, but somewhat stagnant.

So, speeding back to the present, now the Goats sit with the top point spread at the top of the Group, but must face challengers Equestrian States again in the last match of group play, The Ponies would be the top group spot holder were it not for a draw with Falcus today.

In the meantime, they face Atanatos next, then Francilie, followed by Camerania. All matches are predicted to be wins for the Goats, but stranger things have happened. Being a former Goat myself, I am superstitious and so I won't get into detailing all the ways that could trip up the Goats and give an upset to their lower ranked foes, but...again. Stranger things have happened. No jinx intended.

As always, you can catch the matches right here on NETV Sports 7, replays and profiles on Sports 19. Next, after the break, we will have Karl Demais bringing you the rugby and water polo scores. Stay tuned, Neu Engollon!"


OOC: EDIT: My deepest apologies for reading the Laiyenda score wrong. I attributed it as a win for the Goats when it clearly wasn't. I have edited that paragraph accordingly.
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Postby Blouman Empire » Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:54 pm

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Blouman Eagles 1 Nassau Eagles 0


It was Jacob Kleeza’s header in the 43rd minute that secured the Blouman Eagles a win on a wet afternoon at Stadium Bloumany. The Blouman Eagles were gifted the goal after Polydamas Brandybuck performed a late tackle on Henry Barrller giving Steven Mallard the opportunity to put the ball into the penalty area where Kleeza neatly headed the ball into the box.

After having to settle for a draw against Torisakia the Blouman Eagles were not willing to see a repeat and began the game with an attacking style of play putting pressure on the Nassau Eagles early on. The Nassau defenders to their credit resisted the onslaught shutting down Blouman attacks before they got a shot on goal. Hob Whitherfowl in particular proved his worth putting in a number of hard tackles and stopping through balls throughout most of the game. Kane Harrison was the first to have a shot on target 6 minutes in from 25 yards out and was saved comfortably by Falco Brambler. He had another attempt a couple minutes later, this time he was closer to goal but his shot didn’t bend enough and sailed past the post. Nassau had their only shot on goal in the first half in the 20th minute off a counter attack. Blanco Chubbs side stepped Hamish Alpin and charged down on goal with the Blouman defenders chasing him down. Milton Tuneson rushed out and got his hands to the ball just as Chubbs shot pushing the ball around the post saving an almost certain goal. The ball spent most of the first half in the Blouman’s attacking third and while a number of chances were taken none were converted. With the first half coming to an end Brandybuck slid in late on Barreller taking him down 24 yards from goal. Mallard took the free kick finding the head of Kleeza who directed the ball into the net giving the Blouman Eagles the lead at half time.

Nassau weren’t going to take a lucky goal lying down and in the second half set about trying to correct the scoreline. Chubbs and Orgulas Sanybank pushed forward taking an early shot but went straight into the hands of Tuneson. Balbo Zarambaga almost had a chance after a loose ball went through the pack after a keeper but he mishit the ball hooking it into the stands. It was a sign of things to come as the second half became a mirror image of the first with the Nassau Eagles piling pressure on the Blouman back line as the ball remained most of the half in their attacking third. In the 60th minute Chubbs looked to have scored a goal receiving a through ball from Orgulas, he turned and took a shot burying it in the back of the net but was called for offside. Nassau players had a right to feel cheated when a penalty was not awarded after a handball by Nathan Lasoo. Chubbs got a shot in from a corner but Kleeza was on the goal line and was able to clear it saving the Eagles. As the seconds ticked to 90 minutes and the Nassau Eagles continued to attack they were unable to get the goal they so desperately needed. The Blouman defenders breathed a sigh of relief as the final whistle was blown declaring the game 1-0.

An exhausted Hamish Alpin spoke to the media as he walked off the field giving credit to his opponents and teammates “Nassau were strong in the second half and they gave us a strong challenge. I want to thank my teammates for putting in 100% throughout the entire game I think it was our best defensive performance for a long time”. Manager Henry Emergaton said the second half had him on the edge but that he was proud in the way his team put up a solid defence. As for the handball Emergaton was dismissive “We have had a lot of calls go against us, it wasn’t as blatant as it looked, the referee did a good job today and we must respect his decisions”. With only four games left in the qualifiers the Eagles remain first, four points clear and will be wanting to keep that gap as they face bottom of the table Green Highland next week.
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Postby Vaugania » Sun Aug 03, 2014 10:05 pm

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Hlasek Set For Departure


We received some shocking news regarding the Vauganian NT today. Kurt Hlasek, the manager of the team since its debut at Baptism of Fire 53, will be packing his bags and leaving the team. He will be taking a job as an assistant for The Royal Kingdom of Quebec's 52nd ranked national team. Our close allies had several openings to fill and Hlasek felt it was in his best interest to make a move. He said to our reporters, "I've truly had a great run with the NT. It has been an absolute honor to represent my country in such a way and I do not regret doing so. Coaching these boys up from nothing and seeing them now as the 68th ranked team in the multiverse and now on the edge if qualifying for the World Cup is absolutely spectacular. I feel that I have done my job. Now I feel that it is time for me to move on. Even though I'll be an assistant, I feel that I can really make my mark in Quebec since they are bringing in a whole new staff there. To me it just seems like the best move I can make for the benefit of my own career."

Hlasek was known for his aggressive, attack-first coaching style. Players said that he could also be aggressive in coaching, but that it ultimately helped them to improve as players. Hlasek was also a big proponent of high work ethic and team oriented play. He dislike relying too heavily on a single player, so he liked to keep his subs and reserves up to a level similar to that of his starting XI. He will be looking to take this same style to Quebec.

Of course, there are now questions about who will be the next head manager of our beloved Golden Eagles. It was at first believed that we would join the current managing carousel along with several other nations. It does seem to be a prime time to do so given the number of other managers who may be seeking employment elsewhere. The market is ripe with candidates if we would only look. But despite the supply of foreign managers and coaches, we have received word that this will be an internal hire with an assistant being promoted up to the top job. As of now, it is unclear whether this will go to Liam Henderson or Vaclav Semin. It is also unclear whether or not Henderson or Semin will be seeking to join up with a new team in the coming days and weeks. Only time will tell and we will have everything that you need to know. Ease keep an eye out for updates.
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Postby Sandwich Territories » Sun Aug 03, 2014 10:17 pm

OOC: I'm feeling sick and I am typing this on an iPod at 1 AM, so apologies for the quality of the RP if it is rubbish, or if the spellchecker on here decided to mess with some of the text.

"And that will finish things here in Framingham, as Framingham United beat Worcestershire City 2-1 after extra time. The first preseason match is over for the SBC 1 Premier League, and I hope you all enjoyed listening in with me online or while sitting on top of a mountainside cliff in Davos near a grassy field with your handheld crank radio. Tonight, we found out how these two teams faired without their Sandwichian star players, but now we will send you over to the studio in Reimsburgh, where the Chaps in Suits; Stanislav Clark and Isingoma MacWilliam; will break down tonight's match for the Boys in Blue. From Amherst, I'm Steve Allen."

*You are listening to SBC Sports Radio, home of the Sandwichian Premier League and the SFA Cup. And now, live from Reimsburgh, it's the Chaps in Suits.*

"Hello everyone! Welcome to the world of mass rioting, monks wielding lightsabers, and a bunch of Sandwichians beating down Dobbsland 6-0 that is, World Cup football. My name is Stanislav Clark."

"And I am Isingoma MacWilliam. Very quotatious, I preform random acts of Chap-ness."

"And the one and only, never to be replicated Superman."

*Both laugh*

"And yet, neither of us will have nearly as many Twitter followers as Shaq..."

"Quite right, Isingoma. Now, what is in store for the Royals tonight?"

"Well, it seems like it is the nation that nobody recognizes for its success so far and it's KPB ranking. Nouvel Ecosse."

"Very true Clark old chap, I have to say, even we have been ignorant of their performance so far. Hopefully the Boys in Blue aren't."

"Well, if we know anything about Laurance Blaise, it will be that the SFA is trying to find ways to make THEM confused."

"In that case, maybe using normal tactics instead of our antics would work well..."

*Both chuckle*

"Well Isingoma, what are your thoughts on the score line tonight?"

"I think this game has upset potential written all over it, but the Sandwichians will prevail 3-1. How about you Stan, old chap?"

"Same as you, actually. I think the Royals need to be careful, but they have shown that in the past few games they have gotten more organized and fluent as a group, and they have become more mature with their choices out on the pitch."

"I agree completely, Stan. They have surely looked a lot better out there as of recently. Now, we actually have two more questions for the both of us, old chap. The first of the two is, "Will the SFA keep the clean play going on the pitch without the agitator factor? And if so, can it work?" Thoughts, Clark?"

"Well, I honestly need to see the non-agitator factor work tonight to see if it will work for them, because it has really only showed up twice where not a single player starting playing mind games with their opponents, and both side are, no offense to them, considerably weaker according to my memory; especially Dobbsland. As for the clean play, I think we have seen what happens when the Boys in Blue play smart, professional football, and what happens when they get overconfident and/or lazy with the passing, shooting, and defensive aspects of the game, and lets be honest, when you look at it like that, there really is little doubt that the SFA will do much better with a clean match. It is simple logic, Mac."

"I have to agree, I really don't see why this is a big question unless it is from a casual fan, which is alright of course, but yeah..."

"I can understand why the casual fan might be worried, but let me tell them now that if these players were only good for making their opponents get hurt and angry, they wouldn't be out there on the world stage."

"Very well said, Clark old chap. Here is the other question, and I will go first this time, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, Isingoma."

"Which Sandwichian player will have the most goals by the end of the Sandwichian run in the 69th World Cup? I think Pavia should be able to top that list easily. He is a young striker - and a true one at that - in his prime. His form has been excellent this whole qualifying session, and I don't see any reason why he wouldn't top the goal scoring list for the SFA, besides an injury, which God forbid happens..."

"You think I would agree with you Isingoma...but I am not."

"Really? Who do you think will have the most goals to their name?"

"The way Barukh Kjeldsen has been playing recently has been nothing short of spectacular to watch recently. And just like you said earlier, he is in his prime. He isn't a true striker, as he is playing left winger, but he has the ability to score a lot, and we have seen that over time. Pavia comes in a close second though."

*Both chuckle*

"Well stated Stan old chap, but I still think Pavia get the most goals."

"To each his own, old chap."

"Absolutely. And now, you, the good listener, will have time to your own with the guys reporting match analysis on the match between Framingham United and Worcestershire City. I'm Isingoma MacWilliam."

"And I'm Stanislav Clark."

"And you are listening to SBC Sports Radio on SBC Radio 5 Live , your home for Sandwichian sports. Take care, and we'll be seeing you soon after the next match for the Royals. We hope you tune in then, but until we meet again, this has been the Chaps in Suits."
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Postby Felix » Sun Aug 03, 2014 11:10 pm

(OOC: Losing sucks, it truly does, hence the shortish RP. I'll try to do a catchup RP tomorrow.)

Previously

San Salvador, San Jose Guayabal

For someone that didn't like to fly a lot Tamara Van Der Ven sure did fly a lot. Already she covered almost all of Esportiva and yet she just started her big journey, she still had to go to the Pony Lands, Atlantian Oceania, and Rushmore. Finally she landed once again, this time in the war torn country of San Jose Guayabal. The plane she was in landed San Salvador-Piedras Negras International Airport in San Salvador, the capitol of SJG. There she would meet the Communist leader of that country, President of Miguel Serrano. Personally she hated Communism, but she needed allies and now wasn't the time to be picky. Unlike the previous trips she would directly head to the Presidential residence.

It was humble, probably because of the Communists wanted the building like that, for what? She didn't know. Either way she entered the building and she headed towards Serrano. She shook his hand and despite all the political differences they had they both knew they had the same enemy, the Corvidae. And yet despite her already stereotyped view of Mr. Serrano he was totally the opposite, he was a kind man and even though he had the wrong political mindset (in her mind) he cared for his people and only thought for the best. It was hours of discussion (the subject of economics was obviously avoided) and finally the dice rolled successfully. It was another yes for support. They couldn't pledge troops but they had arms and money something they needed.

When she left SJG she left with a smile and a new look on that country. She viewed that nation as a nation of helpers, despite their flawed ideology and they helped that day, they helped Felix with support. Something, they desperately needed.

To be continued...

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Postby Nephara » Sun Aug 03, 2014 11:23 pm

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Uli relished the quiet hours.
He was a quiet, philosophical kind of man, when alone - though a talkative extrovert with friends, and especially after a few drinks. But really, it was these moments he valued most. Sitting alone on the verandah of his house on the Laith, a pipe in his mouth, a glass of whiskey to his side and a canvas in front of him.
When not on international duties, of course, he lived in the Islandstates. He loved it there, too. The fierce cold, the wildlife, the culture... but there was something to be said for home, too. The unforgiving savannah of the Laith, with its improbable assortment of largely predatory wildlife. Dire spiders. Drop bears. Bandersnatches.
He'd caught a drop bear in flight once, on camera, when he was seventeen. Specifically, it had been leaping towards him. He'd won a photography competition, at the cost of severe scratching and mauling on his shoulder. All worthwhile, though his football coach had disagreed.
Still, it was a reminder that there was more than football to his life - that there was something he could do when his legs had gone. Which wasn't long from now, surely - he was an active, box-to-box player, and even though he kept good care of himself, that couldn't last forever.
He spotted a movement in the distance, and moved for his paintbrush with his right hand. His left went for the rifle. You never could be too sure.
It was just a bird, in the end. He relaxed, and started to outline the scene. There would be no rush. Life was long, and beautiful, and patient. And it moved at the pace you wanted it.
Keep that in mind, and you'd die a happy man.

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When Jess Mortlock came back to her office, she wasn't expecting the door to be open. Or for a small, wiry man to be brazenly sprawled out in her chair, casually reading a note.
She cleared her throat. Sometimes direct violence wasn't the solution.
The man, standing around 5'8", was very well-dressed but only in the most casual of ways; an unbuttoned suit jacket revealing a shirt without a tie, his pants lacking a proper belt, well-used designer shoes that hadn't been blackened, polished, shined or cleaned in years. He was very carefully unshaven, five o'clock shadow along the jawline and upper lip but conspicuously absent from the neck. He sighed, and casually let the paper fall back onto the desk.
"Very disappointin', Jess, we can't have this sort'f thing."
"Who the hell are you?" asked Mortlock, dropping the pretense of politeness.
"Me?" The man grinned, and took his legs back off the desk in order to lean forward in the chair - her chair. "I'm your new boss, mate. Ain't been keepin' up with FA politics? Sloppy, Jess, that's right sloppy. Gotta know whose boots to lick."
Gears turned in Mortlock's head. "... Fuck me. You aren't... are you?"
"Markus Konrad Paul Matthias Rensenbrink. President of the FA as of a couple weeks ago, but I've been too busy kicking arse to deal with micro. Rather thought you could handle this. Now, tell me, what's this crock of shit I just read?"
"You tell me," said Mortlock, cautiously.
"A resignation letter. Why the fuck are you writing a resignation letter?"
Mortlock snatched it off the table. "It's a draft. I'm not gonna use it unless we don't qualify. Which is... starting to look like a possibility we might have to deal with."
"Resignations go two ways. You hand that in and I won't accept it."
"... What?"
Rensenbrink leaned forward in the chair even further. "Sit down."
"This is my office. Hell, that's my chair, for fuck's sake! I should be-"
"Yeah well you ain't, are you. Now sit."
Mortlock reluctantly took a seat.
"Good. Now, I don't know what you expect from me."
"Based on past Presidents? I expect just about nothing."
"Hah! Good assumption. That fucking Anglo I took over from... Bondfield, right? Yeah, he wanted you fired. Wanted Ramsey fired, too. Wanted everyone 'cept himself fired, honestly. Was tiring to deal with, the fucking drama queen." Rensenbrink helped himself to the bottle of gin on the table, pouring out a glass for Mortlock before taking a swig for himself, right out of the bottle. "I ain't like that. All I want 's results. You can give 'em to me."
"You're certain about that... ?"
"Sure," said Rensenbrink dismissively. "That said, ain't gonna be like the fucking Anglo before the last fucking Anglo. That Crossbow guy. Harry. Horace. Harriet."
"Henry."
"Whichever. That cunt. Now, unlike him, I'm not here to just pay you in sexual favours. I saw that fucking contract Ramsey got written up. None of that shit's happening here."
Mortlock downed half the glass of gin in a single swallow. "... I'm sure I'll survive."
"Good. Talk of survival, not fucking... not this resignation bullshit. You quit when I fire you. Not before. Or at least fake a family tragedy or some shit."
"So you won't accept a resignation."
"That is correct. You're still the best we have for the job. And our push for the World Cup ain't over yet."
"What are your- No, wait, no!" Mortlock shook her head vigorously. "No, I'm not just suddenly going to accept your terms!"
"Don't have a choice, do you?" said Rensenbrink, quietly.
"... And how the fuck did you get into my office?"
"I never went to university. Did a locksmithing apprenticeship. Hell, I'm still fully qualified."
"... How did you even get elected?"
Rensenbrink grinned. "Force of personality, mate. I got a way of convincing people to see things my way, don't I? Now, come on. Let's not burn our bridges just yet. There's two ways this can go."
Mortlock bit her lip. It looked as though she'd have to endure this man for a couple of years at least, what did a few more minutes of her time matter? "So tell me."
"The first way is, one way or another, someone above us slips up and we keep going. We beat the playoffs, and hey, fuck the journey, we reached the destination. That's the first way. I like the first way."
"... And the second?"
"Second way is none of that happens, we lose every other match and enter the Cup of Harmony. Hey, did you know that idiot Bondfield actually didn't keep tabs on that shit? Half the EWCC's officials were hostile to him. We didn't qualify for the last two world cups, we wouldn't've made it into the consolation prize. His fault for the cockup that meant we slipped out of the UICA net for a season, too. North Laithland's board will never fucking forgive him for that." Rensenbrink allowed himself a quiet chuckle, and another swig of gin. "Anyways. Cup of Harmony. We can't get to the big prize? Fuck it. Might as well win some silverware, right?"
Mortlock was struck by something in his tone. "You'd... prefer that?"
"Trophies are sexier than 'qualification'," said Rensenbrink. "Life's about winning, anyways. Some folks say different." He stood up from the desk, straightened his jacket, and looked Mortlock in the eye. "You know when people say life ain't about winning, Jess?"
"... Who?"
He winked. "People only say that when they lose."
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(OOC: Goodness, I truly do hate mobile RPing, I truly do.)

You arrive home from work, extremely tired and just wanting to read the paper, an extra edition of The Fontvieille Post. You notice that stack of magazine and newspapers lying on your mahogany coffee table, as you begin to sift through the pile of weekly newspapers and magazines which seems to pile up more and more as you've you sift through these newspapers, and find the most recent edition of footballing newspaper/magazine ­¡Vertigol! lying on the coffee table. You decide to take the newspaper/magazine, and place it to the side of the desk, reminding you to read the articles later.

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The cover of ¡Vertigol! which is right next to the pile of unsorted newspapers


After finally sifting through the pile of newspapers and magazines, ranging from Accounting Daily, Ultron Tech, to Psychotically Overprotective Father Weekly, you finally decide to take a look at that extra edition of the Post. Opening up the newspaper, you begin to read the A1 story that has appeared to have taken a good sixth of the page itself. Intrigued by the story, you put on your somewhat foggy reading glasses, before wiping off the condensation which had built up over the time you haven't read a newspaper. Finding the start of the article, you begin to read.

THE FONTVIEILLE POST - HEADLINES

El Roblar is Yttribian Land Now; Your Move, Commies

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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.


You are shocked as you read that third paragraph, mainly because of how implausible it seemed. You were also shocked because you happened to work with businessmen inside the town of Fasista Vigilante, and hope they got out safely. However, you're still not convinced that the town accidentally razed itself, and you happen to be correcy. It turns out that Fasista Vigilante was not razed on accident, but razed to the ground by Yttribian soldiers. It was censorship coming from the Armed Forces, in order to not to make the county look like devilish fiends. Still shocked, you put the paper down, as you start to lean in to grab the ¡Vertigol! magazine you've been waiting to read since yesterday. However, as you reach to grab it, a vibrating sound on your phone catches you off guard. A text from your teenage daughter.

"Where the heck are you, Daddy? You were supposed to pick me up from badminton practice fifteen minutes ago!"

Extremely worried now, you put the magazine down, hoping you'll be able to read it later today, possibly this evening. You stand up, and begin to put on your jacket, as you head out of the door, rising to the car and drive off to pick up your daughter. This is going to be an interesting day, you think to yourself, driving farther and farther away from home.
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Postby Zwangzug » Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:57 am

"Hey, Coach?"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering, what do you think about the price of rent?"

"What?"

"In terms of renting an apartment, or whatever. Is it reasonable, by international standards?"

"Your government tries to put up people, if they don't have anywhere to stay."

"Yes. But you're richer than that."

"I don't rent apartment. Buy my own house. I'm rich, by your standards, this job gives some money. And from before. Real money worth a lot, here."

"That's a good point."

"Many rich, athletes, even almost-rich? Don't rent apartment when can buy for a time. Then paint colors."

"The colors are important!"

"You all say."

"I was just curious about how it compared to the international scale. Maybe that's just for workplace stuff? It could be anything."

"You want to ask me about your economy? I'll only make jokes."

"I think you've been very serious so far."

"I can explain things to you. Not trying to...make a scene, change people's emotions. Convince anything. I just answered the question, if you asked."

"Right, of course. Do you--can I ask another question?"

"Yes. Always."

"If I have football questions, I'm going to ask with or without permission."

"That's true. Go ahead."

"What are you going to do, when you're done with the team? Do you want to stay here?"

Laynee shook her head. "I'll go home. Stirvik...that's where I want to be."

"That's fair."

"What did you expect? Some other answer?"

"I'm not sure."

"If it was you?"

Martina paused. Home was a city or two, their country--a rush of songs laced through her memory, the splashing of a river, the breeze off a bike, the scent of pizza in the air. "Tell me about Stirvik."

"They attack more than you."

"We..." Martina bit back a "win." "Get results. Sometimes."

"This a football question now?"

"Yeah. If you have time, can we talk about Estope next? They're leading the group, but only on tie-breakers, I'd love to hear what you think of the tactics they might try next."

"You think yourself, you'll get bored when I say the same thing to the team. Meet soon. Then after that we discuss your new ideas, after?"

"Good enough for me," Martina smiled.

It hadn't been much, but she found herself wondering how many people in Zwangzug had ever gotten as much out of Reaven Laynee. Or at least, so much so plainly.

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Postby Cosumar » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:24 am

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Dragons pile five goals on Airella to keep Qualifying hopes alive


KALDUKOSIC, COSUMAR - The Dragons of Cosumar scored four goals in a span of fifteen minutes in the first half to take a commanding lead in their rematch against now-eliminated Airella. It was an astonishing stretch for the Cosumarites, as they seemed to finally unleash all the pent-up goals that had been lacking in their first 1-1 draw with Airella the first time around.

Anders Engström opened the floodgates in the 14th minute when he went unmarked on a corner kick and easily headed it into the back of the net. Just two minutes later, forward Sur Arora racked up his seventh goal of this World Cup. The Airellan defenders gave him too much space at the top of the box and he made them pay by effortlessly slicing one into the upper-right corner of the goal. Leviathan Arena's blue-clad crowds roared in delight as the fan-favorite striker secured a comfortable lead for the Dragons. It was a truly a beauty of a ball, wickedly bending around the goal post to sneak in by millimeters. That kind of flair and precision is what only Arora can give Cosumar.

Midfielder Paaron Petrov was the third to strike just one minute later when an Airellan defender dreadfully misplayed a clearance and placed it right in Petrov's lap with no one between him and the goalkeeper. Petrov scored another opportunistic goal in the 29th minute after the Airellan goalkeeper barely got a hand on a powerful shot from Engström - but deflected it right to Petrov, who chipped it over the sprawled-out goalie.

Despite this outburst and subsequent 4-0 halftime lead, Airella kept fighting and even controlled the game in much of the second half. Tomi Koskinen had to make 6 saves in the final 45 minutes to keep his clean sheet. However, it was Cosumar's Vareza Na'Noni who would score the half's only goal in the 76th minute - his first ever international goal. The midfielder was the beneficiary of a beautiful lob pass down the field from Dean Harold McSaunders. After making his run, Na'Noni collected the ball off his chest and pushed past a few defenders before abruptly stopping and reversing directions. This maneuver freed up enough space for him to fire a shot across his body towards the opposite side of the goal. The keeper was initially fooled and couldn't recover in time to stop the shot from sailing under the crossbar and completing Airella's humiliation. 5-0 Cosumar, full time.

This was a match of monumental significance for both sides. For Airella, they knew walking off of the pitch at Leviathan Arena that their World Cup hopes were officially terminated. Of course, their qualification was never likely, but to finally have your failure confirmed is never a good feeling. On behalf of Cosumarites everywhere, I would like to congratulate Airella on a solid World Cup debut. Though they didn't grab many points, they were competitive in most matches and had us sweating after Matchday Three. As for Cosumar, of course, anything but the full three points in this match would have made it nigh-impossible for them to climb back into the Top 2. But with the expected win, the Dragons survive to live another day and stay within reach of their usurpers, waiting to make a move...

Cosumar - 5
14' (Engström)
16' (Arora)
17' (Petrov)
29' (Petrov)
78' (Na'Noni)

Airella - 0
No goals


This was a nice feel-good win for Cosumar fans, but it does very little to rekindle my optimism. Defeating Airella should be a gimme. It's not something we should get excited over. For a nation that had its sights on nothing less than a playoff berth when Qualifying started, the fact that people are now ecstatic about trampling a minnow just shows how much we have lowered our expectations.

Qualifying is still a long shot for the Dragons, as we remain in 5th place with 16 points. Sure, we're only three points behind the team holding the second playoff spot (Glaser), but with such an evenly-matched cluster of teams tightly-packed into the top half of the table, it will be difficult for Cosumar to move up that many spaces.

I'll lay it out point-blank for you: if the Dragons lose one more match they can likely kiss dreams of qualifying goodbye. To have any chance, they at least must make sure to defeat both Karditan AND Hicana, two crucial matches coming up. The only way to jump-frog them in the table is to make sure they gain zero points on the same matchday we gain three. This is a do-able task (we tied both teams in the first leg), but only if the Dragons fix a few issues.

1. The defense has been alarmingly porous at times. 15 goals allowed is the most of any team in Group 12 that is not already eliminated. Granted, many of these goals came in the two matches against The Archregimancy, but the point remains. Abdiel Assad has appeared sluggish and slow-footed out there at times. Young Jukka Lindroos has been pretty solid but has made some costly mistakes as a symptom of inexperience. Even Miyori, clearly our best defender, has been caught drifting too far upfield a few times. These are glaring weaknesses Farris Crowley will need to resolve.

2. We lack focus and energy when not at home. Our performances at Leviathan Arena have been noticeably better than those on the road. By both record and eye test. We are 4-1-0 at home and 0-3-2 away. That says it all. Not a single road win yet. This is not a physical problem, it's a mental one. The team simply loses mental sharpness and energy when not surrounded by 90,000+ of their own fans. Luckily, both Karditan and Hicana will be visiting us here in Kaldukosic for those two crucial matches, so the Dragons should be at their sharpest. But we can't afford to drop the ball on our remaining away games (Absurdly Polite Gentlemen and Vangaziland, which were both easy wins at home).

Thank you for reading our exclusive Cosumar Dragons World Cup 69 Coverage. Follow us on Twitter @TheCourier or subscribe to our website (thecourier.cos) to receive daily updates and analysis on the Cosumar's progress in the tournament.


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Cosumar's World Cup 69 Journey
Pre-Qual Friendly: Star United States 3-3 Cosumar
Matchday 1: The Archregimancy 4-0 Cosumar
Matchday 2: Cosumar 3-0 Glaser
Matchday 3: Airella 1-1 Cosumar
Matchday 4: Cosumar 3-2 Absurdly Polite Gentlemen
Matchday 5: Karditan 2-2 Cosumar
Matchday 6: Cosumar 3-1 Vangaziland
Matchday 7: Hicana 0-0 Cosumar
Mid-Qual Friendly: The Royal Kingdom of Quebec 0-1 Cosumar
Matchday 8: Cosumar 2-2 The Archregimancy
Matchday 9: Glaser 3-2 Cosumar
Matchday 10: Cosumar 5-0 Airella
Matchday 11: Absurdly Polite Gentlemen vs. Cosumar (@ APG)
Matchday 12: Cosumar vs. Karditan (@ Leviathan Arena, Kaldukosic, Cosumar)
Matchday 13: Vangaziland vs. Cosumar (@ Vangaziland)
Matchday 14: Cosumar vs. Hicana (@ Leviathan Arena, Kaldukosic, Cosumar)
Blue: Draw
Green: Victory
Red: Defeat

Cosumar's Goal-Scorers Tally (21 GF)
Sur Arora (7)
Paaron Petrov (5)
Anders Engström (4)
Ejegefe Na'Safeh (1)
Francois Renault (1)
Sheldon Serra (1)
Dean Harold McSaunders (1)
Vareza Na'Noni (1)
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Postby Brenecia » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:31 am

They'd done the best they could. And yet again, it hadn't been enough.

Catherine Bardsley lined up her players - exhausted, they'd all run themselves into the ground for their country. God knows the fans wouldn't go away unhappy at the performance - just the result.
They were all drenched in sweat. Thirteen of Brenecia's finest had played that day - their best eleven, Kurtis Armstrong and Henrick Vanderton, and the other ten had suffered emotionally even if they'd not done so physically. They seemed tired, and jaded, and like the weight of the world was on their shoulders.
What could you say after something like that?
Bardsley sighed. "You done well, lads. Football's a funny old game, and sometimes-"
Samantha Allbeck sighed quietly and collapsed.

"How did your players take the defeat, Ms. Bardsley?"
"They took it well, I feel," said the manager, lying through her teeth. Fuck journalists. Fuck the free press. If we have to have newspapers, why can't the state own them? I bet the fucking Corvidae don't have to put up with this bollocks.
The journalist pounced. "So the defeat didn't disappoint them?"
"Of course it did. And obviously we're crushed to be that much further away from qualification, which was always the goal, and to have lost the stranglehold we had on the position. But it isn't over yet."
"But you have to agree the odds are against you."
So what? So fucking what? What does that have to do with the statement that we are still in it, a statement that itself implies we need a bit of luck? Idiot! "Yes."
The journalist looked a little nonplussed at that. "... Yes?"
"Yeah. The odds are against us. It's out of our hands. But rest assured we'll do everything we can do retake that playoff spot. I think it's fair to say I've already exceeded the narrative that the press was putting forward for this campaign, no?"
The journalist furrowed his brow. "Narrative? What narrative?"
Bardsley had to laugh. And she did. She had to stifle her laugh, too. Which she did not. "Don't try to play coy with me. We're a team at the start of a transformation. We're an unfinished product. Maybe we had a chance, but that was before the group was drawn up. That sound familar? Yeah. There's a fucking narrative. Don't pretend otherwise."
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and Catherine Bardsley could feel her media darling status slowly dying.
"... The occasion might have gotten to me. I'm sorry."
A couple more seconds of silence, before something she'd never expected.
"You're right," said the journalist, abruptly. "You haven't been taken as a serious contender all cycle. But perceptions have changed since then. On the whole? You've been a very successful manager, and the team's blossomed under your charge."
Bardsley was taken aback. "... Thank you. Uh. Any ... further questions?"
One small, weedy tabloid journalist cleared his throat before leaning forward. "Well, eh, what are your thoughts on Ruentenbach emerging as a dominant force in Esportiva?"
Bardsley slumped. She thought she'd been through it all, but it looked like the charade would continue for a while longer yet...
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Postby Electrum » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:52 am

Part 7 - Day 3 - Investigation 1

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Courtroom Lobby

Kira Mayuno: We didn't do it.. we didn't get that not guilty verdict.

Justin Themis: Don't sweat on it... it looks like that that assassin would do anything for a not guilty, so he wouldn't do so easily. As strange as this sounds, I think we can trust him.

Kira Mayuno: Yeah. You're right. We need to get going.

Det. Raynald: Mind if I barge in?

Justin Themis: Hi Mark! How's it going?

Det. Raynald: Good, good. Would you look at what happened today? My heart couldn't take it!

Justin Themis: Yeah, that was really close, but we need to get investigating.

Det. Raynald: Oh that reminds me... Remember how Prosecutor Aitkens said that I was off the case? Keyes said he couldn't reinstate me without her permission... so here I am with you!

Justin Themis: WHAT???

Det. Raynald: It's a temporary arrangement, but still. It won't matter! If we cooperate we can get Rachael back!

Kira Mayuno: Oh no... He's not going to tail us are we?

Justin Themis: It's not like we have a choice.

Det. Raynald: Anyways... I have never seen Prosecutor Keyes do what he did in court today

Justin Themis: What, you mean the countless opportunities to finish us off right away that breezed over him?

Det. Raynald: I admit, it's unconventional... but we arrived at the truth in the end.

Justin Themis: The truth? I don't know... Why would she even frame Kazuyuki in the first place? I have no idea
what is going on!

Det. Raynald: So the testimony was a lie?

Justin Themis: Not a lie... but a hidden truth that we have all missed. Anyways, what happened to Prosecutor Aitkens? I hear she got injured pretty badly...

Det. Raynald: She's still hanging in there, and in hospital. What, you want to visit her?

Justin Themis: I guess it won't hurt to visit her...

Kira Mayuno: Justin are you insane?

Det. Raynald: Ugh.. I'm scared of her. I'll just go to your office and wait it out. She's staying at the General Centralis Hospital downtown.

Justin Themis: Thanks. Here's the keys to our office




General Centralis Hospital

Justin Themis: Ahh! It's you!

Prosecutor Keyes: Ah. Here to see the old guard too are we?

Kira Mayuno: To my objections...

Prosecutor Aitkens: Look who's here! You fools have decided to visit me.

Justin Themis: What happened! Are you hurt?

Prosecutor Aitkens: No big deal, I was shot in front of the courtroom. I had every intention of prosecuting... but Michael here pulled me and dragged me to the hospital.

Justin Themis: Speaking of prosecuting... why were you acting so strangely towards the end Michael?

Prosecutor Keyes: ..?

Justin Themis: I mean, what was that with the card thingo?

Prosecutor Keyes: You must not tell anyone else about what I'm about to tell you. This... is a calling card of one of the most prolific assassins throughout all of Electrum.

Justin Themis: Is his name... Darkshade?

Prosecutor Keyes: Yes. I think I know how you know his name and how you got into this mess. He leaves that card there for a reason. He's an odd fellow, I'll give you that. He places trust above all else, and if you betray him, you better hide. He's ruthless, but honourable.

Kira Mayuno: So.. you think he did it?

Prosecutor Keyes: Yes. The card was found there.

Justin Themis: Ughhhh. Why can't this trial end?

Prosecutor Keyes: It would seem that we are complicated by this card. Had we found the card, we could have cleared Kazuyuki right away, but there's protocol.. this trial needs to go to the end. And now that there is a possibility that Kazuyuki did it, the trial must go on. You know... Darkshade is an honourable person. The card is there to show that his client wasn't the one that definitely didn't do it and that it was an assassin. Regardless, that was the mistake that Azai did -- picking up that card. Oh, by the way, Justin. Thanks for telling me about that kidnapping. Rest assured, there is a police unit being assembled to find her and the assassin right away.

Justin Themis: We need that acquittal... there's no way you'll be able to find her without that acquittal.

Prosecutor Keyes: Listen, Justin. It's true that Hughes was killed by Darkshade. But the client... is yours.

Justin Themis: I don't believe it!

Proescutor Keyes: I see you want that acquittal. Look, if you need to investigate the hotel, take this pass. That way, they'll allow you in. I best be off organising that squad.

Kira Mayuno: Let's go to the Corrections Facility.. see if we can get something.

Justin Themis: Good idea.




Corrections Facility


Guard: Visitations times are over.

Justin Themis: But our client... Kazuyuki... we need to question him.

Guard: Kazuyuki Shirai? Hmm. We do have a message from him.

@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
@ Dear Lawyer, @
@ I have this pet dog that @
@ I haven't attended to since @
@ my trial. Could you please @
@ look after him by feeding @
@ him? He's at my residence @
@ in Centralis, @
@ Kazuyuki @
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@


Kira Mayuno: Client's orders are client's orders.

Justin Themis: I guess... let's go there now then.




Kazuyuki's Electrum House

Kira Mayuno: We should turn on the lights.... Woah!

Justin Themis: Wow. For an "assistant", I never knew he had a house here in Electrum? Especially one so roomy..

???: Hello there.

Justin Themis: Who are you? I'm Kazuyuki's lawyer.

Butler: Ahh I see. I am the butler of the house, Kazuyuki is my employer.

Justin Themis: Have you been taking care of everything around the house?

Butler: Why yes I have.

Justin Themis: Even the cat...?

Butler: Yes, Kazuyuki sure does adore the cat.

Justin Themis: Oh... then we should get going ourselves....

Kira Mayuno: Justin, look at this!

Justin Themis: Hmm, how odd is that?

Justin and Kira are standing in the living room. In a corner of a room is a spy camera connected to a laptop, and on the screen of the laptop is multiple screens, presumably of cameras.

Justin Themis: I wonder what this is?

Butler: It is very rude to intrude on master's equipment...

Kira Mayuno! Oops! Sorry!

Butler: Just remember, lawyer. People aren't what they seem. See you.

Kira Mayuno: What an odd thing to say!

Justin Themis: Let's just continue investigating by using that pass Keyes gave us.




Hotel Lobby

???: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

(That voice!)

Kira Mayuno: Angel....

Angel Meyer: What are you two doing here! Making a fool of me in court, why would you come back here? To humiliate me? You youngins have no respect for your elders. Back in my day, we would never talk back to our elders, even if they were wrong! You hear me! I had to put up with those idiots, and it's now time for you to put up with what I say. OK?

Justin Themis: Um...

Angel Meyer: Forget it. You're not getting in this hotel. This is a no-go zone, there are police officers running around here. They don't need another distraction.

Justin Themis: I actually have a pass here from Prosecutor Keyes.

Angel Meyer: Keyes eh? LET ME SEE THAT

Justin Themis: Woah! Easy lady!

Angel Meyer: Fine. I'll let you go through, but only because Keyes-kun said so.




Jack Hughes's Room

Kira Mayuno: You can still smell the smell of blood here...

Justin Themis: Let's get investigating!

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Kira Mayuno: Justin! The phone to the killer! Answer it!

Justin Themis: I know, I know! Hang on.....

Justin Themis: Rachael! Where is Rachael!

Nightshade: You didn't get that acquittal that I wanted. I heard what happened at court today.

Justin Themis: We're working on it, OK?!

Nightshade: I suppose I do need that acquittal more than anything. Fine. One more day. No one ever dies of
starvation after three days...

Rachael Waters: Help me!!!!!

Justin Themis: Rachael!! Is she alright? Please, just let me talk with her?

Nightshade: zzzzzAlrizzzzzzzzz....

Justin Themis: Static! Why is there static?

Kira Mayuno: Fix it Justin!

Justin Themis: I don't know how to!

Nightshade: zzzPleasezzzzzz

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Justin Themis: I think I know who we can consult on these things!




Themis Legal Offices

Det. Raynald: Welcome home!

Kira Mayuno: Oh! Good idea Justin, go ask him then!

Det. Raynald: Ask me what?

Justin Themis: Yes, Mark, this receiver just broke all of a sudden while we were in the call

Justin handed over the receiver to the detective. He turns it on but nothing happens...

Justin Themis: What the?

Det. Raynald: Doesn't seem broken to me.

Justin Themis: How could it fix itself like that?

Det. Raynald: Hey--- sounds like there was some radio interference!

To be continued...
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Postby Kinitaria » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:56 am

Declaration of Sovereignty
of the Technocratic Republic of Kinitaria

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By the will of our nation and its citizens, the Technocratic Republic of Kinitaria has been founded as a sovereign state, with its territory encompassing the entire landmass of Kinitaria, and all its provinces and outlying territories. This Republic is the continuation of the unbroken line of sovereignty of the Kinitar people, whose will is one with the will of the State.

We do not proclaim independence on this, which is a day of celebration for the Kinitar people, owing to the fact that Kinitaria's independence has been an inviolable fact of international law for millennia. Instead, we proclaim that the state currently based in Mi'ato is illegitimate under international law and has no authority over the Kinitar people. We also claim Mi'ato as the capital of the Technocratic Republic of Kinitaria, although owing to this city's continuing occupation, the Technocratic Republic will have its base of operations and administrative capital at Osaniča until such time as Mi'ato, the historic seat of Kinitar sovereignty, can be liberated.

We proclaim void the "Constitution of the Socialist Federal Republic of Kinitaria", which was enacted without the consent of the people it claims to govern. For this reason, the entirety of this illegal government's existence is null and void, and accordingly, we also retroactively strike out any and all laws passed by such a government, at the same time issuing a pardon to anyone who was convicted in a kangaroo court of violating the statutes of their regime.

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Map of Kinitaria. The Free Area of the
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We also call upon all nations to recognise the legitimacy of our government. Under the guidance of Supreme Commander Valon Kravič, we state before the world that we will not rest before restoring the honour and integrity of Kinitaria to its former glory. Everywhere we go, we have received a mandate from our people for this noble undertaking, for it is clear to all that, unlike the puppet government currently resident in Mi'ato, we represent the true will of the Kinitar nation, whole, uncorrupted, and pure.

As the party which truly represents the heart and soul of our people, the Patriotic Front of Kinitaria shall enjoy a guiding role, front and centre in the new Kinitaria. Valon Kravič, who is the Chairman of this Party, shall be our first port of call for guidance on how our planned reconstruction shall be achieved. Any native-born Kinitar citizen who wishes to seize control of the future of his or her country will, of course, be welcomed into our government once our effective control is implemented throughout the nation.

At this moment, we would like to request assistance from any who call themselves a supporter of national rights. We are a growing and devoted, but limited fighting force. The current situation in Kinitaria makes it difficult for us to achieve our full potential, as there are always traitors and reactionaries to oppose us at every turn. Therefore, we turn to the world to say that any assistance which could be offered to our reborn nation would be gratefully received, and make for you an eternal friend of the Kinitar people.

This also serves as notice that the regime of Rosa Lisineva is to be treated as a defunct state. The Technocratic Republic of Kinitaria shall assume all of its roles and responsibilities in international organisations, such as the World Assembly and the Atlantian Oceania Regional Defence Organisation. Any individual belonging to the group styling itself the "Politburo" of this obsolete state is to be treated as a war criminal under international law, and a traitor under our own domestic law.

Unlike our predecessors, we are not afraid to stand before the world and be judged. We do not fear the words or actions of other states, and therefore we are happy to work and co-operate with like-minded nations in order to achieve mutually beneficial outcomes, unlike the Lisineva regime, which would have us cast ourselves adrift into the international wilderness, steadily growing weaker as a pariah to the international order. We therefore present our guiding principles as a nation.

Most importantly, our loyalty is to the Kinitar people and their culture. It is through the Kinitar people that the sovereignty of the Kinitar nation can even exist, and therefore, within our own borders, the people are our highest priority. This is why we are determined to act to preserve Kinitar culture, whatever the cost. Kinitaria has a rich artistic, literary, and cultural tradition, and this should be prioritised in favour of the creeping foreign influence that has existed up to this point.

To protect the Kinitar people, we stress the importance of a strong and well-trained military force. Military service shall be reintroduced, and money diverted into funding to ensure that the Kinitar armed forces possess the very best in military equipment. The entire order of command shall be reformed, in order to remove the crippling apathy and nepotism introduced into the ranks by the previous regime. Furthermore, research shall begin on a national nuclear programme, the ultimate line of defence for our own borders.

Finally, we shall restore the Kinitar Orthodox Church to its guiding position as the shining light of Kinitar society. For too long, and with governmental approval, this ancient institution has been crippled by false doctrine until it was a pale shadow of its former self, having lost its everlasting standing as the cornerstone of the Kinitar people. We shall ensure that true Orthodoxy only is taught in the Church, and fight for the salvation of all of our people.

This threefold aim is required to restore the depleted honour of the Kinitar people, and we therefore ask anyone who sympathises with the long-standing doctrine of national independence and freedom to accept our new government into the international order, whereupon we may join the fraternity of free and independent states.
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Postby Alasdair I Frosticus » Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:58 am

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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





* OOC: via RP, not TG
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Postby Paradystopia » Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:52 am


Psi waited. All about the room was a cold silence which the individuals seated about the circular stone table seemed reluctant to break. The fact that his proposal had not met with instant dismissal and/or ridicule surely meant that each and every one of them was deliberating what Psi had just stated. All except the Mousebaneska delegate, for Lucifer Fluffy had been more content to snooze in a cool corner of the imposing meeting room. The rhythmic purrs of his sleep echoed ever so gently from wall to wall as the Jujooan Grandmaster Shaman was the first to speak. In his cool, poised voice he spoke clearly over the snores of slumbering feline.

"Jujoo supports The Glorious Commune in this endeavour."
"As do the Arka."
"You have my support and that of the Lymrykers."

A devious smile crept across Psi's face, not that devious was the intention but a man such as he can seldom smile in any way other than the way in which a large carnivore would do so towards it's prey before biting it's head off. Only the Mousebaneskas remained to cast their verdict yet their delegate dozed away. Psi did not raise his voice, he didn't need to. He knew enough about cats to know that their hearing is always active, even in the deepest of dreams. Lucifer had likely heard everything which had already passed but was simply choosing to ignore, such is the feline way.

"Lucifer ... What say...?"
"... pigeonss, pigeonss everrywherre! Catchsh them ... Grrr ... eh? ..."
"What say you Lucifer?"
"Hmmm? Oh ... thiss thing sstill? ... humph ... Yess, yess, Myoussebaneshka apprroovess oth it."
"Well then. May I be the first to say 'For the Glory of the Consanguinity' and that in years to come, all those seated about this table will be revered as deities for the blessings you have bestowed upon our ... 'humble' project. Our alliance shall be unbreakable, our power unmatched, our lands bountiful. The multiverse shall quiver at the mere mention of our name as no more shall we be viewed as trifles, curiosities and freaks."

Sumtyme erleyer

The Glorious Leader of the Commune strolled into the meeting room as gracefully as his body would permit and supporting himself somewhat with a large staff of a silvery wood. He was closely followed by the Mousebaneska who, albeit reluctant to use the doorway, didn't wish to be viewed as weak either and bracing himself, followed Psi into the large stonewalled chamber. About a vast table of polished stone, sat three of the other delegates for their respective nations whom Psi and Lucifer joined and the five sat at equidistant points about the circular table. Given this was the Commune, or so everyone believed, such a gesture was a puzzling one. Round tables and equality would've seemed to be about as home in the Commune as a snowman would in the centre of an active microwave or a snail would be amidst the sprawling salt flats on the little planetoid which orbitted Perierat. However, here they were and it made everyone just that little bit uneasy. With all the Paradystopi propaganda, from scathing new reports to biting satirical renditions, the other delegates were slightly surprised that Psi hadn't attempted to murder each and every one of them just for kicks yet. The widespread views of Paradystopia were in fact shockingly over-exaggerated. The Commune had not been the rumoured land of misery and oppression the Paradystopi were so quick to perpetuate for some time. Psi had been a fair leader, maintaining ultimate power but fair nonetheless and the nation had been content in mostly isolating itself (with the exception of a few sporting ventures) and striving for technological supremacy. The ideological fascism of it's history was beginning to morph into something wholly more communist with the God-like Psi as it's figurehead. After all his time as the villainous psychopath, he had softened with the burden of leadership. His rise to supreme power which began from the deepest, darkest recess of the infamous Communadi prison; Muskul'Nuul was an impressive feat for any mortal creature and it's legend had over time earned the respect of his denizens who empathised with his struggles in accomplishing it.

Taking his seat, Psi looked to each of his guests and began his introduction. To his left sat the special envoy of the Lymrykers and Pteronurian; Grace Lightpaw. Grace had served a long period of time as Lymryk ambassador in the Commune before her promotion into higher office and knew the fables of Psi all too well yet this was the first time she'd physically met the Communadi ruler. She was a little disappointed in truth to see the myth in the flesh. However, the gravity of an official meeting with this legendary clone of Alpha Sigismund was not lost on her as her vibrant brown eyes spent a lot of time fixed upon him. To Psi's right was seated a figure clothed in a dark hessian robe with his face obscured by a simple and crudely-made black wooden mask. This was the Grandmaster Shaman of Jujoo. No-one had the remotest idea who he actually was or what he actually did but people seldom choose to quiz a potentially dangerous necromancer over such trivialities. Adjacent to the Shaman sat Olga Fasog, a spindley elderly woman with a severe face. She was the Admiral of the Arka and like the vast majority of Arkan females, possessed a deep-seated hatred of all things masculine. It had not taken her long to notice that female delegates were the minority in this meeting making her already feel dismissive to whatever Psi had summoned her to see and hear. The final national representative was that of the Mousebaneska; Lucifer Fluffy. Resembling a small lion (to a degree), he had already found his chair uncomfortable and retired to a corner to take a nap. Being an autocrat, diplomacy wasn't high up on his agenda and also, he personally thought, immensely boring.

"Esteemed guests, friends, Leaders of the Pradty*, or Paradystopi, I suppose I should say, Commonwealth. Allow me to cordially welcome each and every one of you to the lands of the Glorious Commune and..."
"Why are we here? I have plenty of verbose fools in my own country who can bother me with idle chit-chat. Tell us why we are here Psi."

The interruption came from Olga. The general niceties were making her most uncomfortable, it being sincerely out-of-character for a Communadi. She had however, just played straight into the hands of the Glorious Leader.

"Here? Haha ... Why are you here and where is here more accurately? As for 'why are you here?', I'm guessing you're just as interested in hearing what I have to say as the other delegates so I'd advise you remain quiet until such a time as I deem your input relevant to the conversation. Your aggressive demeanour won't wash with me Olga, likewise your hilariously backwards notions on gender equality. If you truly wish to know what I'm offering, then listen. Secondly, where is here? Now that would bring me onto why I've brought you here."
"So we're expected to answer riddles now? Are we merely lab rats to a poorly thought out Communadi scheme? 'Where is here'? Pfft! Are you so out of touch that you've forgotten the name of your own capital city now?"
"But alas Ms. Fasog, Mogd-Syrdusha is actually very far away from us right now."

Lucifer Fluffy acquiesced with a slight grunt from his corner before yawning and contributing verbally to clarify.

"The sscent iss wrrong forr Myogkd-Ssyrrdusha. Not enough ssulphurr and irron and too myuchsh ssalt. Ass to wherre we arre, I don't rrecogknisse the ssmyell but it iss not the Commyune."

All those seated at the table looked questioningly at Psi with varying degrees of shock and disbelief. Lucifer merely readjusted a hind leg to rest his chin upon and went back to sleep. The Grandmaster Shaman rose to his feet.

"The Jujooans do not approve of these games, Psi of the Glorious Commune. Speak now of this fresh treachery."
"Very well. I shall explain. Currently, we are in the Perieran system, upon the second planetoid from the star of Perierat. 850 billion light-years (roughly) from the other lands of the Glorious Commune. The very door with which you entered these chambers is in fact a portal of Communadi design whereby you instantaneously were transported beyond the realms of the known universe. May I welcome you again, this time to the depths of void space, to the newest Communadi acquisition, the planet henceforth to be known as 'Terranhovam'. This is the future I wish to discuss with you."

The Shaman slowly took his seat again, Olga was glaring distainfully at Psi and Grace had got up to examine the door. Lucifer continued to sleep. Psi continued to sate the curiosity of the interested parties.

"The portal itself is a manufactured wormhole which exists outside of the realms of reality whereby space-time exists in a paradoxical flux within it's boundaries. Simultaneously, a point in Mogd-Syrdusha and a point here on Terranhovam are both 850 billion light-years away (roughly) and yet also adjacent. The non-linear passage of time (perpendicular from our viewpoint) within the construct of the wormhole gives the impression that no time has passed as you cross the threshold of the gateway thus nullifying the initial problem we had with severe vomitting fits of those who navigated the wormhole previously. The less aware you are of the journey the less it affects you. Ignorance is indeed bliss ... The doorframe itself contains six plutonium micro-fission reactors which generate all the necessary energy to maintain the wormhole indefinitely, aided by a hyper-conductive isotope of silver, super-cooled to near absolute zero conditions. A lead-plastic lining ensures that the escaping radiation is lower than negligible and the electrical efficiency of the whole has been measured at 100.283%. This door, this gateway is quite possibly the greatest thing the Commune has ever created."
"So how much for one?"

Grace spoke up whilst still scrutinising the door through which they arrived at this so very distant place. It was obvious to her what Psi's plan was. They would all buy one of these magical doors, take over the universe and all in the name of the Commune. The Communadi Commonwealth. Pah ...

"They are priceless, Lymryker and not for sale. A rough estimate based upon the component parts and the feat of labour involved would take the cost of such an item into and beyond quadrillions of chunks. I doubt the Lymryks could cover such a price."
"How did you cover it then?"
"Clones dear. A free workforce and the ability to synthesise a multitude of great minds within these empty vessels is extremely helpful in such things."
"Ah yes, of course. Then what is the Commune selling? What do you seek to achieve from this macho display of technological prowess?"
"We propose an alliance with Terranhovam as our base. Individually, we are weak. Together ... together, we can eclipse Paradystopia."

Silence. The delegates mused this declaration. To ally with the Commune seemed to be like picnicking with a cannibal. How long before the Commune became hungry for more and you found yourself a victim when once you were a compatriot? It was the Jujooan who spoke first.

"So you still seek vengeance against your ancestor? Does Psi of the Commune seek to lead the Commonwealth and why should Jujoo heed the call of one so twisted with meaningless hatred for his fellows? Lest I be mistaken, the Krenek bloodline begins in Psuggaddagga of Eastern Paradystopia. Sigismund himself the grandson of a Paradystopi tailor and aeldreman**."
"Enough! I'm well aware of my family's origins."
"And did not the Arkans sail forth from Twelveportes of Sou'western Paradystopia so many moons ago to seek a new beginning? And we Jujooans descent from Arkan blood. The only persons I see in this chamber with grounds to reject Paradystopi heritage are the Pteronurian and the Mousebaneska yet it is you Psi of the Commune, Son of Psuggaddagga, who preaches against Paradystopia for no reason but to quench your lust for power. Jujoo scowls upon your motives."
"You know nothing of my motives, dear Shaman. Yes, we can all claim the influence and heritage we take from Paradystopi shores, but the fact that we chose to break away, does that signify nothing? The will of my ancestors was to create a new nation capable of surpassing the pradts, something I have also been unable to acheive. Now I, the last of the Kreneks, of weak body but acute and stable mind seek to make good of my family's promise. Now I see the folly of my younger self and that of my creators, our isolationism was our greatest weakness. Together, we have the power to join, to unify and prosper. No longer the scattered peoples or lifeforms of small colonies but one nation. One glorious nation. A melding of the once-Paradystopi colonies, here on Terranhovam with a star system to ourselves. A new beginning. What say you? The Consanguinity of the Paradystopi. What say you?"
*A 'Pradt' or a 'Prad' is a derogatory and slightly racist term for a Paradystopi. It's not so common outside of the Commune but sometimes Paradystopis will get a little jittery at the word 'Prat' due to it's similarity.
**Aeldreman = Elderman; a local councillor
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Postby Jeruselem » Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:54 am

In New Montreal States, Princess Amy and a redhead with large boobs (Viv Volkers)

Amy: This is Princess Amy for Naked News Jeruselem, I'm in New Montreal States for another qualifier in the World Cup 69. NMS is one of our big rivals and our last game resulted us in winning 7-5 at Dazza Dallas Stadium. I'm with Viv Volkers. She's not hard to miss.
Viv: Hey hey, happy to be on TV.
Amy: Well we took on the locals at home who really did need a win after a recent patch of ... crappy results. We're doing alright and well, it came out 4-4 draw in the end.
Viv: Yes, it was pretty exciting
Amy: A game against NMS is always exciting
Viv: A far more difficult game than compared to Vietnam

Amy: Two goals from yourself, and more importantly - the one which gave us a point
Viv: Yes, we couldn't afford to give points to our opposition so easily
Amy: Conceding four goals sounds bad but then the game was always geared at scoring
Viv: We would have lost we sat back and tried to defend, wouldn't have worked
Amy: Admittedly they defended a lot better than our last encounter
Viv: They did have home advantage and 99.99% crowd support

Amy: Only that 0.01% was our fans but we're a pretty noisy lot
Viv: You can't miss those Jeruselem fans
Amy: Nova Anglicana beat Azrea 2-0 to stay 4th. New Montreal States keep 3rd spot despite being on the same points as Nova Anglicana. Nexxus Drako keep on winning, 5-1 against Westfield House to pretty much knock them out. Vietnam beat the awful Gustavpolis.
Viv: So what does that mean for us?
Amy: Jeruselem lead Nexxus by 8 points, Nexxus two points over NMS and Nova Anglicana. Westfield House are almost eliminated really 5 points behind 4th.
Viv: So we don't need much.

Amy: Not really, the others are really wanting 2nd spot.
Viv: That's good then
Amy: Jeru FC, 7 points behind Paradystopia. They beat beaverriver 4-0 but Paradystopia had a draw with Gonzalez Isle 0-0 so Jeru FC did gain but ... 7 points is really like 3 wins. Bears Armed hammered New North Aqmuland 7-3 to lead the way. Wolfenia beat Cata Larga 3-0 but both those are eliminated
Viv: Still hope for Jeru FC
Amy: Jeru FC need to win last three games, 9 points and hope Paradystopia don't win anything
Viv: I can't see that happening

Amy: No, but keeping fighting boys! We support you
viv: Come on boys!
Amy: Now Viv, people don't see you as a football player do they?
Viv: No, they see my boobs and think I'm a porn star.
Amy: Admittedly you do look like one
Viv: Yes, but I'm a proper football player

Amy: What's your sister do?
Viv: She's a model. She was pretty rubbish at football
Amy: Now, why football?
Viv: I don't know. I don't find standing in front of cameras all day appealing
Amy: But you do that when you play football
Viv: Yeah but they aren't in your face unless you run into one.

Amy: Just to note, Saintland are the only team left with 100% points. I guess them feminists will be upset at that.
Viv: They are doing well
Amy: Isaac the Prince Imperial, had posed a question to the teams.
viv: Who is he?
Amy: Honorary President of the Imperial Club in Alasdair I Frosticus
Viv: I'm not very in this religious business

Amy: So, he wants us to think about what it means for your nation to be a chap.
Viv: As in man chap?
Amy: No, as in gender-neutral and non-speciesist meaning
Viv: I dunno
Amy: And it's nothing to with the Challenge-Handshake Authentication Protocol which authenticates a user or network host to an authenticating entity. Specified in RFC 1994.
Viv: OK ...
Amy: I would say a chap, is true cultured friend. A friend with good taste and good manners who speaks well and supports you.
Viv: well, I like that.

Amy: That's it for us and the chaps in New Montreal States
Viv: Bye
Amy: Come on Chapettes!
Viv: Chappies?
Amy: Chippies?
Viv: Choppies?

Amy: We'll just use chaps ... it's easier
Viv: Yes ....
Amy: Come along, we must go meet our dedicated fans over there
Viv: Hard to miss that lot
Amy: Yes, hard to miss a bunch of girls wearing pink and tiaras
Viv: I guess that's why we're the Princesses and not chaps
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Postby Kandorith » Mon Aug 04, 2014 5:38 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



A very disappointing display from the Kandorese in the pas matches up until now. Where Kandorith managed to impress previously they now seem to have been falling back and even failing to impress. With a 3- 1 victory over Terres de Gaulles the team seems to be less ambitious than before; but a turning point might have been reached after finally winning again. The Kandorese team can not afford to lose any more matches and has to impress way more than they have done before. Will they chase the top 3 teams in the group or will they just succumb to their inability to impress since the second leg of the qualification rounds? Time will tell.


Coach Yúan seemed defeated too, eyeing tired from obvious sleepless nights. "I am very disappointed by the team's performance lately. I feel like the need to apologize to the entire nation and to the players for not getting the team back on an efficient level of performance." he exclaimed. "But this does not mean we give up, quite the opposite. More than ever we have the need to impress, perform and simply play above ourselves again. I will make sure of a turning point in the qualification round and will make up for what we owe to the fans. The schedule has been completely thrown around and training has been more consistent than ever. We need to get back on level, mostly we need to perform in the same way we gained our ranking in the world. Kandorith needs to reclaim it's place in the World Cup qualifiers and should not be excluded from the World Cup as a whole. I will be certain of that, the team will be certain of that." Strong words from coach Yúan indeed, if it is enough; we will see in the coming days.


Experts argue the Kandorese team can still make a difference, but it will largely be a huge twist of chance; for now it does not look bright at all. Most of the fans at home still believe in the Kandorese team, prayers are still a popular thing in the largest temples around the nation, they've even intensified ever since Kandorith has failed to uphold their attacking style. Rumors however tell a plan to completely switch up the team's style in a more controversial and less predictable style, build on countering instead of an all out attack. We know Kandorith has the players for quick successive attacks, but rarely uses wingers. The team has multiple able wingers in the team, but currently the team's overall style does not have a place for them; coach Yúan hinted towards a winger and attacking and defending midfield style of play; instead of defending solely in the back.


Earlier the media reported on a message, asking the participating nations to define what "being a chap" is to them. The head of the Kandorese Football Association, Lin Takazawa openly issued a statement on the request. "To define what it is to be a chap is rather difficult as it can not really be defined." he stated. "To be a chap is to be a true sportsman, woman, of any species, any gender and any sexuality." he continued. "To be a chap is to break all boundaries not just in sports, but in the international community; we as footballers and football associations, we show this trough respecting every single team and every fan, no matter what nation they are from. To us it defines to be united in the spirit of sportsmanship, respect and the beautiful game of football. For we are all one." he concluded.


The Red Dragons are preparing heavily for the coming matches, they will want to win at all cost. Jiayou Kanyúo!
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Postby West Angola » Mon Aug 04, 2014 5:46 am


Part Twelve: Winter of Our Discontent
Blevit, feeling better than he had since his football prime thanks to Q’s machinations during his journey, knocked on the nondescript wooden door. The doorman let him in immediately this time, recognizing him from his previous visit and presumably having been told to admit him without question when he returned. Ushered again into the back room, Blevit caught sight of a new occupant, and in a flash he realized there was more to Q’s plans than he’d ever realized. Behind him, the doorman announced his presence to the room, “Mr. Blevit has returned, your majesty.”

Standing and turning around, King August II, thirty years dead and reviled by many as the most bloodthirsty and manipulative dictator in West Angola’s history, although Blevit believed the current government had done far worse, smiled warmly and extended his arms to embrace him, “John Blevit! The man who will deliver West Angola from tyranny and secure the freedom of his people! Welcome once again to the last outpost of freedom!” Blevit, having never hugged two mass-murderers (at least from his perspective) in one day, was more than a little taken aback, but maintained his composure and returned the greeting with as much warmth as he could feign, “Thank you, it’s good to be out of the Palace for a time, August.” As the name, void of any honorific, passed his lips, Blevit felt the ex-King twitch, and surmised that at least part of what he’d been told was true: the King was at heart an egotist with a love of formality, at least when it concerned him.

Tucking that tidbit away for possible use later, he released August and pulled the button camera, which resembled a thin flash drive with a fish-eye lens in the top, from his shirtsleeve, “There’s a dozen pictures of the Queen’s body on this, and the monitors behind her confirm that she’s flatlined. This is more than enough to arouse anger against the current government and lend credence to your cause. Once the media credits you as the group that released these photos, the people will flock to your banner and you will be able to crush any resistance Garrett can muster in the short time he’ll have to do it.” August made a grab for the camera, but Blevit pulled it back quickly, noting with some amusement the facial tic that revealed the former monarch’s rage at not getting what he wanted as soon as he wanted it.

Holding out a hand to ward off another snatch, Blevit continued, “It’s yours on three conditions; one, I must be allowed safe passage out of Namibe and West Angola once you have gained power; two, Cabinda must be recognized as a free and independent state by your government, and must remain such indefinitely; and three, you must agree to allow any citizens of this nation who wish to immigrate to Cabinda to do so without harassment or obfuscation by any member of the government.”

This last point propelled Prell from his chair, “Unacceptable! We cannot allow Cabinda to become a haven for the bourgeoisie! The exploiters will see your nation as a safe haven and flee there in droves, then hide behind the protection we have guaranteed your country, safe from the justice of the proletariat! We must be allowed to stop those who have grown fat off the fruits of our labor from leaving so that they may be judged for their crimes against their fellow citizens!”

August motioned to Harrison, who pulled Prell back down and put a hand on his arm to keep him there. August turned to Prell, “You are no longer in charge here, Mr. Prell, and if you want to maintain your position, you will hold your tongue in the future. Clear?” Prell nodded, seething, and August turned to Blevit, “Your demands seem equitable, Mr. Blevit, but I’m curious as to why you trust us. Once you hand over that camera, we hold all the cards.”

Blevit had thought this out on the way over. It was a dangerous bluff, but it was his only option to forestall betrayal, “I don’t trust you, but I know you’re smart enough not to immolate yourselves for the sake of tying up a loose end that poses no threat. Before I came here, I deposited something in the dropbox at the Chronicle. It’s a box rigged to a machine that monitors my vitals and also hooked up to a small microphone. It’s programmed to open if my vitals cease responding unless I speak the code word into the microphone before they do. Inside is a full record of the illicit “donations” that Gregon and other corporations have made to the Old Guard Party, as well as undoctored financial records of the Old Guard and you, Mr. Harrison, showing the money and war material you and your allies have funneled to Arel’s Bantu terrorists in Malanje, and photographs implicating the WACP in last year’s riot at the Benguela Memorial, including a few of you, Mr. Prell. The box will self-destruct after one month if I take no action and remain alive, taking with it all your secrets, although I do have copies to ensure you don’t renege.”

August was rightfully suspicious, as the only one not contemplating the specter of having their closet-bound skeletons shown off to the general public, he alone was focused enough to do so, “You’re lying. Where would you get such a device, to say nothing of the documents themselves.”

Blevit had prepared for this, as well, “Cabinda is not without sympathizers in West Angola. Even within WASABI itself, not everyone is so dedicated to the utter destruction of my people. My aides were covertly sent these documents by a loyalist in the Analytics Bureau to prove your opposition to the current government. At the time we were considering approaching various groups within West Angola for aid, and we needed to know who was truly willing to take anti-government action and who was all talk. In the end, we elected not to pursue any organizations within this country as allies, and the documents were returned to our agent in WASABI, with instructions to keep them just in case. The device was also stolen from WASABI by that same agent, and he smuggled both it and the papers to me earlier tonight as I left the Palace. Trust me, August, I’m not bluffing.”

The tic flared again, and Blevit knew he had him. August had focused on the lack of a title at the end, which had caused him to miss any holes in Blevit’s story. Holes there were aplenty, since every part of the story was a lie, but Blevit hadn’t had much time to come up with something. August nodded, then held out his hand, “It appears you’ve covered your bases very well, Mr. Blevit. I agree to your terms, I give you my word as King and as a member of the House of Jan that I will not renege on our agreement. Now, the camera?”

Blevit passed it over, and August pocketed it with a greedy smile. Offering Blevit a chair, he took one himself and leaned back, staring at the air over Blevit’s head, “We are so close to achieving everything, Mr. Blevit. In less than twelve hours you will be free to fight for your people again, I will have the throne which is mine by birthright, Arel’s people will have a free hand in Malanje to drive out those who encroach upon their lands, Mr. Prell will be able to visit his brand of justice against the capitalists in this country, and Mr. Harrison’s chosen few to protect from Prell will be utterly beholden to him for the remainder of their corporate lives. Tell me, when we march through Victory Square tomorrow, will you be with us? Will you represent the Cabindan people in support of the new government in West Angola? One that respects their right to self-determination?”

Blevit quickly shook his head, “No, I cannot. As powerful a symbol as I believe that would be, I must decline for two reasons. First, I am a far more valuable asset to you inside the Palace rather than outside, as I can create further problems for Garrett and Parrish and allow you to move unencumbered for a time. Second, whatever help my presence would lend you here, it would undoubtedly damage me in Cabinda. The people there tend to view all West Angolans the same way, wanting to exploit Cabinda, and me marching at the head of a West Angolan parade would cause them to see me as a traitor.” Blevit chuckled, “I’m already a traitor here, I don’t need to be a traitor there, too.” Rising to his feet, he extended his hand, “Thank you for the offer, August, but I believe I had best take my leave before I am too much missed at the Palace. Goodnight.”

The twin blows of Blevit’s refusal and being called August again caused the King to jerk as though he’d been slapped. The petulant nature that arose from his upbringing showed itself here, as he refused to take Blevit’s hand and instead waved him away, “Yes, alright, whatever. Just go.” Blevit went, closing the door behind him, and August immediately swiveled his chair to face Prell, Harrison, and Arel, who were becoming gradually more uncomfortable with his rapid changes in demeanor, “He dies. As soon as we are secure, get someone at the Chronicle to destroy that box and then have him killed. He’s dangerous, he’s a threat to our position, and he’s disrespectful and arrogant. Our victory is not complete until John Blevit is stretched lifeless in front of me. Understood?”

Only now beginning to realize the madness in the leader they had attached themselves to, all three nodded, and August’s mood shifted again, this time, at least, to a pleasant one. “Excellent. Everything is falling into place, gentlemen, our victory is close at hand.” The King leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling and imagining the glorious future that lay ahead for him, completely oblivious to the looks of horror emanating from across the table.
Economic Left/Right: -4.62
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -3.95
Fourth Place: Cup of Harmony 59; Runner-Up: Cup of Harmony 55; Champion: Cup of Harmony 57

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Postby 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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Demonyme: Paradyſtopi
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