World Cup 76 - RP Thread

[Flardania]

Opening Theme

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Bonjour et Ohayōgozaimasu Kirishima. Welcome ladies and gentleman back to another edition of the Kitsune Report, brought to you by the Nagatomo Sports Network (NSN) and sponsored by Air Pacifica, and Pocari Surge. Here at the Kitsune Report it's all about Kirishinan sports however there comes a time when international football becomes the main focus. It is that time of the year and with matchday 1 of qualifiers out of the way it's time to get grooving to some world cup football yet again!

Kirishima 3-0 Tumbra Review:

Setting the stage, the last time the Kitsunes won a World Cup qualification match on matchday 1 has been.....never. Who would've thought that between World Cup 71 and now, not a single win could be obtained? To be fair the generation of miracles were all in Highschool with a national team that could not even reach qualification let alone Baptism of Fire during World Cup 71. Anyways Kitsunes faced the Blue Lions in the Ostianae Magnaem Centre in the nation's capital, Heiwa. In their previous two meetings, Kirishima has defeated Tumbra 3-2 during the previous Cup of Harmony and 2-1 in Kairaku during the Tumbra's Eight Corners Tour. So if there was a time to break the Matchday 1 winless streak, that would be the time to do it. Kitsunes struck fast with a Matsuoka cross to Joseph Yabuta who easily got the ball past Ryan Hughes in the 8th minute to the roar of the Kitsune fans.

The Blue Lions exerted a lot of effort to re-enter the match with some aggressive play. Ayamae Fujisaka to the pleasure of his fan club cleared a lot of Tumbra's attack while Miyoko Hojo, who put on a wonderful performance getting an uncommon clean sheet to place on her resume cleaned up whatever Fujisaka left over. The Kitsunes entered the half up 1-0 but the real question at the half was whether the Kitsunes could pull ahead or would they allow their opponents to tie the game. Any lingering doubts were extinguished in the 52nd minute. Ako Izumi delivered a through ball to Joseph Yabuta who snuck past the defense and caught the goalkeeper off guard. Putting the Kitsunes up 2-0. The final nail in the coffin came after a fundamental ballista play. After the ball got shuffled and charged up in the mid-field the ball shot out to Matsuoka in the wing before passing it to her childhood friend Josuke Ichikawa who scored easily. It was a bad day for Hughes was a great day for Kitsune fans.

Kitsune manager Seong Mi-Soo had this to say after the match. "Uh it was a really good game and our play style went according to theory. We made many easy passes in the midfield all while providing opportunities to score. Our defense bent but did not break in the face of the opposition offense. We managed to absorb and dissolve their attacks and it worked. Our play style will not always come out that perfectly but nevertheless it is what we need to do to win especially against teams weaker on paper.

Hydraic Empire v Kirishima Preview:

Not much is known about the Hydraic Empire despite them playing in Kirishima during the recent Baptism of Fire. The association has not released their roster but Kirishima should stick to its general gameplan. The opposition did not accomplish much in the Baptism of Fire so in theory, should not have too much up their sleeves. However, the advantage they have is being unknown and home. For the Kitsunes to win they simply need their talented goalscorers to produce preferably with a working ballista formation. Until then Lets Go Kitsunes!

Post by: Keita Woo

[95X]

From the 95X Wire Service:
A Goal, 89 Minutes of Filler
CASCADIA, 95X—Not even Xi Foureleven's return to the pitch could stem an eyebrow-raising 1-0 loss to Barunia in the opening match of World Cup 76 Qualifying, in front of 92,216 at Cascadia Bank Stadium.

In a match where the final score does little to tell the story of the game, Barunia went ahead on a goal 57 seconds into the contest, stunning the crowd and perhaps everyone in attendance.

It remained the score throughout the rest of the game.

95X had several good looks and attempts, with Xi Foureleven registering three, Elyssa Scholls two, and one each for Darrius Columbine and Stacey Sunset. However these were wide, long, short, or just flat-out stopped.

"We were surprised by a worthy competitor in our home stadium," 95X Head Coach Randy Larch commented following the match. "We knew winning would be an uphill battle throughout these qualifiers and I believe our team otherwise played a great game and can do even better with a few adjustments."

Questions of whether or not Xi Foureleven's appearance was merely a publicity stunt of a tenured pro returning for a farewell tour in the twilight of their career were answered before the match, when doctors signed off that she was in "top playing condition," exhibited "strength and conditioning expected of a much younger active athlete," and appeared "more fit than several active players." Her performance did not disappoint despite her team on the losing side of the column.

With eleven more games remaining, the team appears upbeat that it can put the loss behind them and look to their next game.

"This is close to a second-season, really," Sunset said of the situation. "And in a season nothing's decided the first day."

[Ethane]

Pride in My Flag - Part 4
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The Olympia Games were great, riding on those chariots. It's not much nowadays that you can travel back in time and compete in sports from oh so long ago, because they just don't happen anymore. That's why the Olympia Games were so much fun. But now they are over, and it is back to reality. These games reminded me of our past. Our proud past. Our traditions, our moral values, our fundamental beliefs in what is right. Then I had to come back to Ethane, the current home of the liberal lefty loonies.

I mean, literally, we have a GreenerEthane! party in government in coalition with the Union of Socialists party, who are ripping this country apart, and destroying our fundamental values, traditions and morals. Here are some stats: Under this government, the amount of christians has halved. Homosexuality has become legal. Divorces have increased five-fold. Rape has actually increased two-fold, which is disgraceful for a cultured nation like ours.

With these people in government, we are losing our way of life, as they strip away everything from the past we had. I learnt yesterday one of the most disgusting things that have ever been proposed in Ethanian politics, and this shows just the level of morals we have lost in this country since the Greener Ethane party has been elected. They are proposing to legalise peadophilia and incestrous relationships. Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous.

We need to stamp our authority on this election, to make sure they cannot push through these laws that will disgrace Ethane forever. We need to push back our morals, our values.

I am best placed as a candidate to do this in the election. You need me for this. I am willing to go against the status quo, not be politically correct, and push for morals and values, which Ethane needs.

I am also the one to rejuvenate our economy. I have sound policies to bring into force to get our economy, our IT sector up to the top of its game again, the best in Esportiva. This nation is currently on the highway to hell. You need me, I need you. Lets win this election.

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This is in the leadership election for the far right party, the MoralEthane party, about a year previous to the election that is taking place this year. Julius Paerfar, who is the one making the speech above, easily won the leadership contest, with a vote margin of 61%-39% for the slightly less conservative, right leaning figure, who was seen as the 'safer' candidate.

This party is by far the newest party in Ethane. Having only contended in 7 seats in the last election, where the GreenerEthane! party went into a coalition with the Union of Socialists, the rise has been pronounced and dramatic, to the denigration of the Conservative Unionists Party, who came second last election. The rise of this far-right party has worried many, and led the left to fear the loss of the election to the far-right, who ever since their rise to prominence, have been edging closer and closer to them in the polls, sitting now only 5% behind in the polls with only around 6 months to go.

There is a real chance this election could go either way, and many are fearful of the consequences of a far-right victory.

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Match Review

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The match vs Alinghi Federal-Democratic Republic ended up being a relatively easy state of affairs, with the result a comfortable two-nil victory over a much lower ranked team than the Red Kites.

The defence didn't have much of a role in the game, although when they did get tested, they held firm and strong, like the wall across the Mexican border that Donald Trump would build if he got elected President of the USA. Bruce Washington on the left wing played a key role in keeping out the opposition's shots, but much of the defensive strength can be placed on John Campbell, who has captain of the Red Kites in this World Cup, provides a great defensive example for other players to follow. The Red Kites defence were unable to completely hold out shots from the opposition however, which is where the goalkeeper, Joe Henderson, came into play. He used his personal skills to the full, and showed why he is the first choice for keeper for this World Cup, even though the previous number one, Brody Church, has returned from injury, which left him out of the game for a year.

The midfield also provided some great plays, with their passing confusing the opposition. The 'explosive football' system proved to work pretty effectively against them, with 63% of possession going to the Red Kites. Merlin Midgley once again proved why he is one of the most consistently starting players in the team, with his array of passes helping to keep domination of the ball, and control the game. However, once again, Kevyn Stidolph proved to be a force to be reckoned with, his attacks and pace down the left wing giving ample opportunity for him to whip it into the box, or pass it long to provide an opportunity for the strikers to score a goal, of which 2 were scored this cycle.

Much of the gameplay was up front though, with 26% of time spent in the opposition half with the ball, just showing the Red Kites dominance over the game. Dewayne Boivin proved to once again be a massive attacking threat, scoring both goals in the 50th minute and the 67th minute, and is seen as probably the force behind this team. Samuel Mitchell however showed flashes of what he is going to become, getting 3 shots on target in the second half, and is unlucky not to have scored today.

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Lineup @ Prestatyn

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Goalkeeper: Joe Henderson
Left-Back: Bruce Washington
Centre-Back: Darien Fear
Centre-Back: John Campbell
Right-Back: Archie Holmes
Central-Defensive Midfielder: Merlin Midgley
Left Midfielder: Kevyn Stidolph
Right Midfielder: Branden Veresoto
Striker: Dewayne Boivin
Striker: Samuel Mitchell
Striker: Wilmer Jaurequi; 19

[Eshan]

What's Up with the World Cup

Qualification for the multiverses premier sporting tournament is finally underway. Don't pay any attention to cheap shitty, half-cocked ideas that pop up as some sort of hilarious rebellion attempt, the World Cup is the pinnacle of the sporting world I don't care what people say. It was our first match under the legendary Erathi Alexio del Nieran, and it really couldn't have gone much better. Perhaps keeping a clean sheet is the only thing we could've improved, but that's about it really.

Despite only holding the post for two months and a single game in charge, it's clear to see the difference between this Echani team and the other teams we've had in the past. The most obvious change is the difference in how we use possession. In previous teams, possession has been used primarily to deny the other team the ball, which worked well to gain us upwards of 60% possession every match, lots of backpasses, less creative flair, play it safe and we'll eventually overcome. Boring, but effective. But boring. Alexio del Nieran's Eshan is different. Holding possession for the sake of possession's sake is clearly a thing of the past under his stewardship. del Nieran has the team always trying to push forward in attack, and quickly switching the point of attack. If the left wing is closed off to Marshawn Mercury's extreme pace and creativity, play the ball to Jean-Marie Bentacur in the center and let him try to unlock the killer pass. That not working? Drop the ball to Samper Markovic and have him one touch it out to Marco van Civatinni and let him use his wizardry to try and find a way through. That's another thing immediately evident about this Echani team, Alexio del Nieran is letting the players be more expressive and creative, he believes in his player's abilities to improvise within his larger game plan, and they certainly rewarded him in his first match at the helm.

Another key distinction is when we're on the defensive. Previous teams have looked beyond lost without possession, not sure what to do when defending for periods of time under sustained pressure. This team looks perfectly comfortable without the ball, Alexio has them playing a very aggressive pressing scheme that relies on positioning, communication among players, and several cues for when to press and win the ball back in the opponents half. A poor touch, receiving the ball with back to the field, these and several other indicators see the Echani team aggressively drive forward and harry the opposition. In previous teams, the wingers and strikers were solely for offense, not expected to contribute too much to the defensive side of things. No, however, Mercury and van Ciavatinni are essential. They constantly pressed the fullbacks, tracked back on defense, even put in some tackles on their opposing numbers. Anthony Baudelio was a beast at the front of the attack, racing after centerbacks, even dropping deep to pressure the holding midfielders and deny them the ball. We invited pressure in, absorbed it, and broke with speed and freedom on the counter. That's right, Alexio del Nieran has finally, FINALLY, added a counter attacking element to the Echani team and it is damn beautiful to see. The pace and trickery of Marshawn Mercury, the speed and size of Anthony Baudelio, the neat dribbling and eye for the killer pass of Jean-Marie Bentacur, the sheer wizardry of Marco van Ciavatinni, it's terrifying to see them racing upfield towards goal with only two or three defenders in their way. All of these changes make this Echani team the most well-rounded, most lethal team we've ever fielded. So let's review the game.

Right from kickoff, it was clear that the team wanted nothing more in the world than to win and make a statement. Indeed, 15 seconds into the game, we had our first shot, when Anthony Baudelio smoothly rolled the ball into Jean-Marie's path, and his first touch shot from about 23m out narrowly whistled over the bar, and with that, the hunt was on. The first seven-eight minutes were sheer Eshan dominance, I mean we killed them with 74% possessoin. MvC, Baudelio, and Xavi Arisilde all hit the post in this time span, but we couldn't quite get an early opening goal, and Dumnoniia managed to work their way back into the game, having a real rocket barely slapped away by Demarcus Jones in the 11th. In the 16th minute, the scoring finally opened, when Jean-Marie Bentacur received the ball in an attacking midfielder position about 35m away from the goal. He faked a pass out to Marshawn Merucry on the right wing, neatly Cruyff-turned past a defender, and hit a smooth grounder right into the path of a cutting Marco van Ciavatinni. The standard bearer of Echani football dropped his shoulder and sent his marker the wrong way, before slicing into the box, taking a breath, and simply curling it past the keeper off the far post and into the net. GOOOOAAAAALLLLLL!!!!!! The first of our World Cup and of course it came from Marco van Ciavatinni, I mean really who else would it have been? 1-0 became 2-0 off a great counter attacking movement. Dumnoniia committed too many men forward for a counter, and Jean-Marie controlled the clearance and turned upfield with the trident of Mercury, Baudelio, and van Ciavatinni in front of him. The Rosaria United midfielder played the ball up to Baudelio, who simply pinged it back to Bentacur who splayed it out right for Marco van Ciavatinni to chase after. The rocket-propelled star easily caught up to the path and neatly megged an onrushing defender before chipping the ball into an empty penalty area. For a second, it definitely seemed like the exact wrong option he could've chosen, except out of nowhere came Anthony Baudelio who took the ball out of the air one-time with a smashing volley into the back of the net. 2-nil in the 25th minute. As halftime rolled around, a poor-clearance from a Dumnoniian corner saw the ball squirt out to the top of the box, where it was brilliantly half-volleyed through the throng of players, past Demarcus Jones and into the net to make it 2-1 as the ref blew his whistle for halftime. We completely dominated the first half, even if the scoreboard didn't quite entirely reflect that, but there was certainly optimism in the Echani players and fans.

The Echani team started the second half out similarly to the first half, with a five minute period of sustained pressure and aggressive offensive play that saw us get three shots, but no goals, and the team returned to the more familiar patient possession game we've seen in previous squads. It seems that with the lead and time running out, Alexio del Nieran was more than happy to have the players roll the ball around and to deny Dumnoniia access to the ball. In the 62nd minute, del Nieran made the first two subs of the match, bringing in Iñaki Martón for Xavier Arisilde in midfield and The Hawk Antonio Mulcair for Marshawn Mercury on the left wing. These changes were felt especially in midfield, with Martón more than capable of holding down the center of the park himself, thus freeing up Samper Markovic and Jean-Marie Bentacur to push even higher up the pitch, which resulted in a goal five minutes after they came on. In the 67th minute, Jean-Marie Bentacur rolled a short free kick off to Mulcair, who blasted it right into the head of a Dumnoiia (which was absolutely hilarious by the way) and the ricochet fell back to Bentacur, who simply popped it into the box where the towering form of Anthony Baudelio rose up to meet and head the ball into the net, 3-1.

In the 74th minute, the final change was made when Jean-Marie Bentacur trotted off the field for wonderkid Artemis Montanari. The 17 year old was highly lauded coming up through the Tëlenoir youth system before completing a move to the 22nd best club in the world, Hastmead Diamante in Osarius. So yeah, if he doesn't become a world beater than he's a useless sack of shit. Nahhhhh just kidding. Sorta.

Anyways, tangent aside, Artemis fit in perfectly to the team, his all-around excellence allowing him to run from box-to-box and dominate play. Indeed, it didn't take long for him to make his mark during his World Cup debut. In the 81st minute, Demarcus Jones saved a weak shot and played it short to Willian Luc Villaview, who simply popped it up to Artemis Montanari who was deep in our own half. The 17 year old youngster collected it, and then turned on the pace to drive up the field and neatly slalomed past a striker and midfielder who tried to close him down. He sidestepped a challenge before smacking dat ass……ball. I meant ball. SERIOUSLY I DID. Anyways, smacking dat ass…oh for fucks sake, freudian slip. Anyways, smacking dat ball out over to Marco van Ciavatinni who smoothly trapped it, froze a defender with a simply shoulder fake, and hit a grounded pass into the center. Artemis Montanari, continuing his run from deep, neatly popped the ball up over a sliding challenge, hurdled said challenge (which was good because honestly he probably would've had his ankle broken from the tackle) chipped the ball over the defensive line, and Antonio Mulcair was there to chest the ball and powerfully blast it into the net to make it 4-1.

4-1 final time on the back of a great performance from the team. Alexio del Nieran's team played brilliantly, and we seriously can't wait to see the next match. Although we have a bye so that really blows but whatever. YAY PLAYER RANKINGS:

#1: GK: Demarcus Jones: 6.5
#2: RB: Francesco Di Nolfo: 7
#3: CB: David Smith: 6.5
#5: CB: Willian Luc Villaview: 7.5
#6: LB: Luke Albom: 7
#4: CDM: Samper Markovic: 7
#8: CM: Jean-Marie Bentacur: 9 (Two Assists)
#11: CM: Xavier Arisilde: 7
#10: RW: Marco van Ciavatinni: 8.5 (Goal and Assist)
#9: ST: Anthony Baudelio: 9 (Two Goals)
#17: LW: Marshawn Mercury: 7

Substitutes:
#14: CDM: Iñaki Martón: 6.5
#23: CM: Artemis Montanari: 7.5 (Assist)
#7: LW: Antonio Mulcair: 7.5 (Goal)

[Bonesea]

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[Northern Sunrise Islands]

The friendlies were... well, interesting.
I had two draws.
Cosumar really learned a lot from his defeat last time around.
So we both decided to call it a day after a stalemate.
Guayabal seems to have gone tougher than last time around as well, given how quickly she got out last time.
And of course, I had to give a defeat to Ethane.
Mostly because I couldn't keep Qasden sitting still and Kitsunia was at her work.
Aside from that, though? Wins.
Wins as far as your eye can see.
Sure, I slipped a couple of times, but no one is perfect.
And at least now I know I need to teach my team even more.
Still, though, I have to say it was all fun.
Knock Knock.
Huh. What is at this time of the night?
Sunrise opened the door, only to find a girl decked in all red. She looked somewhat similar face-wise to Sunrise himself.
"...Sister?"
"Hey. We went to the... ahem, the Castle."
"..."
"Madam DuBeaux went off the deep end, bro."
"Cry me a river."
"Look, I know you hate the woman and all, but we found someone you have to see."
"I got no option, do I?"
"Unless you want to miss out."
"..."
"Just come with me already."

...
Well.
That's a bit...
"Awkward, right?"
All the Sunrises that managed to flee the castle at different points were at the same place, outside of the building.
Sunrise stared around, noticing two similar faces.
He could tell Western and Eastern.
The rest, on the other hand...
"...So?"
"These are all other Sunrises."
"We be thinking on whether we'd put them up to adoption or if they should stick around with me at the Frigideira."
...
"I'm a pirate, yarr!"
OK.
"And they're our family?"
"Yes."
"Fair enough. What about the little kid in the middle?"
Sunrise pointed to a blond, seemingly mute boy.
That boy stared at him with vague sight, seemingly drawn to Sunrise.
"Northern Sunrise, sir."
...Wait.

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Kitsunia sat between the Sunrises, watching as Southwestern Sunrise seemed to keep Northern Sunrise near her, patting him on the head.
"Is he mute or something?"
"Y-yes... M-mother ripped his voice cords when he was younger..."
"She did WHAT?"
"See!? That's why we had to free them. She's insane!"
"Well... Fair enough."
"So, what are we supposed to about it?"
"A better question would be why should I care, I believe."
"You know that Northern Sunrise was meant to take your spot at her cult, right?"
"And Southern believed this would make you take us more friendly than as is."
"Eastern!"
"Ya had to rat us off!"
"I'm honest."
"Give me a good reason not to send you off."
"We released more of us off!"
"It is a fair accomplishment."
"Brother, we didn't treat you well when you left. We have to atone."
"..."
"Sunrise..."
"You did a good thing."
...
"Fine. I forgive you, but only because Kitsunia wills it."
Southern Sunrise tried to hug her brother, only for him to place a hand on her face.
"Yeah, no. Go home."

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Kitsunia looked at her boyfriend, a smile on her face as she laid down.
"You did good, Sunrise. I didn't know you had it in you."
"Well... Sure I don't believe I should excuse them yet."
"How bad was it?"
"Oh, I remember..."

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Loud yelling came from one room of the Arceusian Castle.
"I don't want to!"
"YOU SHALL! YOU WILL BRING HAVOC!"
Slams.
Sunrise spit blood from his mouth, after being slammed out of his room.
He rolled around, trying to flee from his mother.
As he managed to walk through one of the hallways, however, he could feel someone else hot on his trail.
His brother and two sisters ran after him.
West, East and South.
"GET HIM!"
"No!"
The boy managed to squeeze his way out of the castle.
"Shall we run after him, Madam?"
"Worry not, my delightfull children... He'll be back."

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"Needless to say, I didn't get to sleep that night."
"...And then you arrived the following day."
"Exactly."
"You fear they're playing double agent?"
"No."
He dropped to her side over the bed.
"But I'm not fully forgiving them ever."

[Ceni]

I bet you hope you are the Lucky Jack today. This is your second cutoff!

Scores

[Revolutionary Nordskania]

Saints of Death

Chapter One

Ryakova, First Canton, Nordskania Democratic People's Republic
Present Day

It was a dark and stormy night, and the most powerful criminal in Nordskania was running for his life, through what was formerly the compound that served as the headquarters of the nation’s most powerful cartel, the Red Nation. Power, as he learned, was something that changed hands from day to day. It was something that was hard to get but even harder to keep, and for Dejan Jursevic, power was something that he no longer had. “Quit running! It’s not going to save you!” shouted someone down the hall, as Dejan ducked into another hallway and narrowly avoided a shotgun blast that tore up the concrete wall.

There was a dead end and there were two doors. Dejan ran into the left room and slammed the door, looking for something to move to block the door with. There wasn’t anything light enough to move quickly, in the small guest bedroom. “I don’t know what you want, man! Just take all the cash and coke and go! I don’t even know you or know who your men are!”

“You don’t know what I want? Isn’t it obvious?” asked Lyo Kotov, standing outside the door. “I want your power. You’re the king of crime down here. I want your crown.”

He fired a shotgun blast through the lock, and kicked the door open and leveled the weapon at Dejan. “Killing me isn’t going to do anything,” Dejan pleaded. “The leadership will pass on to someone else, the Red Nation is too big to collapse because of the loss of one leader. I could try to go away, but it wouldn’t do a damn thing. Y-y-you can’t take us down this way.”

Lyo raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to Dejan, pumping the shotgun. “Really, now? How would you go about taking down the Red Nation, in that case?”

“You have to take out the business, not the leaders. L-l-leaders are replaceable. Our most valuable assets are the poppy farms by the border, to the south of Masloka… The other important assets are the stores of cocaine and the guns, here in Ryakova. You take those down, and the Red Nation crumbles within a month. Y-y-y-you need me to help you,” said Dejan. “I know where everything is. I can give you the locations and help you plan to take down the farms-”

“That would be a risk for me, Dejan. You are a powerful man, despite what has happened today. For every moment that I allow you to live, I face the threat of retaliation from your men. I’m going to need assurance that I won’t be stabbed in the back as soon as I leave,” Lyo stated.

“H-h-how would I stab you in the back? You… You destroyed what we thought was our most secure fortress. We haven’t fought anyone like your men, before. We’re no match for you. I have to ask, who are you?”

“They call me Lyosha. Lyosha Kotov. You don’t know me because my cartel, the Maslev Cartel, wasn’t a cartel for most of its history. We were smugglers, and we carefully avoided you and your lot. Now that we have someone backing us up from abroad, the tables have turned,” Lyo explained. “The first order of business was finding who the top dog is and forcing them into complete destruction. I want to make sure that by next year, nobody remembers who the Red Nation was. You, Dejan Jursevic, are the top dog in Nordskania. Or should I say, you were?”

“You have to listen to me, taking out the Red Nation isn’t going to be as simple as you think it is. You need help from inside if you want to do it. You may be fierce in combat, but we have numbers on our side and-”

“Like I said, I’m going to need assurance that you won’t betray me,” Lyo said, and then he turned and shouted something down the hall. Shortly afterwards, a pair of men with assault rifles and bandanas tied around their faces emerged, dragging Dejan’s wife and daughter with them. “We’re keeping both of them. You will act as my agent on the inside, and do everything that you can to help destroy the Red Nation. If you do good enough, you’ll get them back unharmed. Otherwise, they’ll be returned to you in a bodybag. Understood?”

“Y-y-yes, I’ll do my best,” nodded Dejan. Lyo lowered the shotgun, and extended a hand to help up the middle aged man who was sitting by the window, apparently hoping that if he made himself small enough, Lyo wouldn’t notice him. As he took Lyo’s hand, Lyo could feel how shaky he was. He pulled the nervous man into a hug, and with his free hand, he drew a small knife and placed it on the back of his neck.

“Remember this, Dejan. You never want to cross us. We aren’t like a normal cartel. We’re saints. Saints of Death,” Lyo whispered into his ear, before letting go and turning towards the door. That was the moniker of the Maslev Cartel, that Lyo had come up with himself. There was supposedly a deeper meaning to it than what was on the surface, but he left that up to each person to figure out for themselves. Someday he would explain, but not just yet. He glanced to his men, waving them away. “Take everyone outside and gather the others. We’re putting the torch to this shithole as soon as everyone’s out.”

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Rastaka, Upper Valeria, Greater Anglatia
Sometime in the past

Slobo Vulovic had sympathy for exactly one person in his life, the girl who was sitting on the tattoo table and waiting for the resident artist at the Crows beach house to finish setting up. Something about her brought out the side of him that usually stayed hidden, because of his notable lack of empathy. He didn’t know what it was, exactly. Maybe her tough demeanor, that reflected his. Maybe the fact that they were both outcasts, for both the same and for different reasons. Whatever it was, she was the only person who he didn’t want to see get hurt. “Audra. Look at me,” he said, and she glanced back at him in her peripheral vision.

“Yeah?”

“Get up. Get out of here. You don’t belong with us,” he said, perfectly calmly. When she turned and stared blankly, he just shrugged and pointed to the door. “You still have time to go.”

“Um, what?” asked Audra Jaakola, sitting up. “I thought you were letting me in even though I’m half Baltic? I thought you were making an exception-”

“I don’t want you to get hurt. That’s why I want you to leave. Deep down, Audra, you’re just a sweet girl who is misunderstood by her friends and family. You aren’t a killer, even though you want to play the part of one. This isn’t a game, even if you think it is,” Slobo explained. “If you join us, I can say for a fact that you will become a killer, and you will alienate everyone who loves you, and there’s no way around it. I’m speaking from personal experience.”

“I know that. You don’t get it, Slobo. This is my family, now. My parents think I’m some stupid street thug who’s just a burden to them. One of my best friends abandoned me, and the other will barely talk to me now because her career is over because of something stupid I did. The person that I had feelings for is intentionally ignoring me, I think. Everyone else either looks down on me for being poor or for acting the way I do… Like a thug, they say,” Audra said, looking extremely upset that Slobo was having second thoughts about letting her join the Crows. “The Crows are my family. You guys don’t judge me like everyone else does. Everyone says that you guys do tons of terrible stuff and that you must be less than human to do it, but all you’ve done for me is give me a group of people that are like my brothers and sisters.”

Slobo stared into her eyes, thinking deeply. “Please, just leave. I have some inside knowledge that I’m not supposed to tell you, but… You aren’t going to like the initiation. At all. If you get a Crow tattoo and then walk away from the initiation, I’m required to make an example of you by throwing you off the cliff. I don’t want to do that. Believe it or not, I’m not a complete sociopath.”

Audra blinked back tears, trying to keep her cool composure. “I don’t have anywhere else to go, Slobo. It’s not a cliche when I say that nobody loves me. You and the gang are all I have… Sure, there’s this career of mine, but it seems hollow. None of my teammates like me, and some of them spread rumors about me, and… It’s not the life I want anymore. I want to be with you and live in Otavice and have a family, in a place where everyone understands me…”

He walked closer to her, placing a hand on her face. “Do you realize that none of us live for very long? We’re not a gang, Audra. We’re crusaders, warriors in our faith. We support our branch of the Orthodox religion and fight all others. That’s the core mission behind our group. Not business, but faith. The business is a close second, but faith is what brought us together. The crusading, it makes our lives a lot more dangerous. When groups like the SVLA and the Eastern Brotherhood start up, we put more into fighting them than the police do. Can you handle that? Devoting yourself to a religion like this? You need to do more than believe in it. If you won’t fight for it, it’s meaningless.”

Audra gripped the gold Orthodox cross necklace that hung loosely from her neck. “I converted months ago, you know that I’m all behind this. I’m willing to fight for the gang and to defend the faith. I don’t care if I don’t live long, I want to stay with you and the others. Please, you have to let me do this. I know you don’t want me to get hurt, but I’ve thought enough about the risks. I mean it when I say that I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

After a long silence, Slobo nodded, kissing her forehead softly. “In that case, I won’t object to you getting the tattoo. You may be making a bad choice, but I have no room to complain about bad choices by others. Welcome to the gang. When that needle hits your leg, that’s when you’ll officially become one of us… Britich do smrti.”

[Turori]

Unknown Stadium, Unknown City, Mazurska :: Still riding high after a strong performance in the 6th Eagle's Cup competition that including a victory over reigning World Cup Champions Unified Sunrise Islands, the defending Cup of Harmony champion Turori Eels were caught off guard, shocked and stunned by an unknown, unranked opponent without a single reputable or known player on its roster.

The controversy started from the moment the Eels arrived in Mazurska and were ushered not to a modern Footsport stadium with permanent bleachers and grass on the ground but to a beachside venue. In place of stands there were ropes marking a line that spectators should not cross. In place of lockerrooms for the players to change, there were tents and benches. In place of Grass - there was sand.

The start of the match was delayed almost an hour as officials from the Island Emirate of Turori consulted the referees in an attempt to address the multitude of issues presented by the venue that the Masurskans had presented for the match. Discussions with the hosts were complicated by the language barrier and they insisted that the selected venue met all regulations. Eventually, the referees decided that the match would proceed despite the unorthodox venue. The Football Association of Turori requested once again to delay the proceedings but this request was denied, Mumau Atla-Siioai being informed that should his team not take the pitch within 15 minutes a Walk-over would be awarded against them.

Instead, Atla-Siioai instructed his players to take to the sand and give it their best. He informed the referee that his squad would participate under protest and would be following up with the organizing committee about the state of affairs in Mazurska.

While the Eels took to the field in traditional Grass Field Athletic attire, the youth-aged Mazurskan players took to the field without shoes or shin guards - making them far more nimble in the soft warm sand then their Turorian opponents.

Mazurska take a 2-0 lead over Turori

After being down at half time, the Turorian players decided to match their opponents by removing their boots and socks after determining that it gave their opponents a clear advantage in agility. However, having never before played on the beach, the Turorian's superior skills were completely equalized by the sand and they were never able to claw back into the game.

The Eels departed Mazurska dejected as their opponents - playing their first ever competitive international game - ran out winners and moved instantly to the top of the group, one place ahead of the Eels. Having completed the full match under the host nations rules, it is unlikely that the Football Association of Turori's appeal of the match conditions will merit either a replay or a change in result. However Atla-Siioai vowed on his way out of the stadium that the Mazurskan's should expect a very, very different environment when they arrive for the return fixture in the Island Emirate during the second half of qualifying.

[Chromatika]

The Rainbow Revolution, Book II: The Flame Burns
Part I: Intriguing News

"Any news from home?" was the first question asked of Manager Amos as the Chromatik Team entered the locker room after a disappointing 1-1 draw at the hands of Hirvania, The first game against Starblaydia had been a classic show of defensive prowess, with Thorben stepping up to the plate. However, the Hirvania game had been filled with a lot of mistakes and uncharacteristic sloppiness. Sure, Andìsorì had contributed yet another brilliant goal to her name, but Morningstar and Aart had a terrible sequence that conceded the first goal of the cycle, leaving the Chromatik team at a dismal two points after two matches. Kaboomlandia currently leads the group with two wins.

Amos could relate to the team, however. Ever since the execution of the previous Manager, Franscesca Cortes, at the hands of the DG and the Chromatik Party, the Rainbow Revolution had been forced to pull out of the country after it started to become a hostile place to live. The DG now ruled the nation with an iron fist, kicking out all foreign presence, putting many innocent people in jail under the pretense of them being a part of the Rainbow Revolution, and shutting down the League Chromatiks. In fact, the Rainbow Revolution had to pull out many of its undercover agents, and it wasn't known how many they had left within the nation. It was best that those that were still present in Chromatika be left unknown.

"Actually, I got an interesting piece of mail yesterday," said Amos, knowing that it would be best to address the situation now before launching into plans and such for the next game against Kaboomlandia, who were flying high. "Apparently, the Dark Queen is still being employed by the Chromatik Police, and her encryption methods haven't been deciphered yet. She is still someone who is being relevant there. Things are like hell back home, but the writings of Jordan Lawless are still being sneaked in, and Dark Queen herself is doing some hacking attacks to allow the populace to get news from the outside world and get news to the outside world. Also, there is some pressure on the Chromatik Party from foreign nations, especially those that had an influence within the League Chromatiks system. I haven't been involved in any meetings with the Rainbow Revolution's brass on how they are planning on getting back into our nation, but the Dark Queen has told me that the team still remains a symbol of hope and pride for Chromatik citizens. We simply must play better!"

The team had an aura of subdued hope and determination about them. "Don't worry," stated Meagan Kelly, "We know. Sure, it's been kind of rough lately on the pitch, but we are still the team that made it to the Proper last cycle. It all starts with Kaboomlandia. To show that we are the team to beat, we must beat those who have taken that title from us thus far. We simply must."

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Triple-checking her proximity sensors, firewalls, and other security measures, The Dark Queen - or Alina Oshnyev Krasnikova, the Head of the Institutional Division, Cyber Warfare Branch - unleashed the code that would temporarily dissolve the Chromatik Party's firewall from the outside world for ten minutes. She knew that every time she did this, the callings from Headquarters on her own department to catch the perpetrators would intensify. However, she had been able to use false trails, her skills, and the trust that she had built up within the party to remain hidden thus far.

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BEGIN TRANSMISSION
PRIORITY MESSAGE
TRIPLE ENCRYPTED
ATTN: M
FROM: DQ

SUBJECT: OPERATION DIVINE JUDGMENT

RECOMMEND OPERATION BE ON STANDBY UNTIL GRANTED ACCESS FROM HEAVEN. LUCIFER FORCES BECOMING LENIENT, ARMAGEDDON POSSIBLY NEARING COMPLETION. GABRIEL STARTING TO COME INTO FOCUS. DO NOT REPLY.

END TRANSMISSION

Even if the Chromatik Party was able to crack her code, they would have no idea what she meant. Heaven meant herself, Lucifer was the Chromatik Party, and Armageddon was the timing window that the Rainbow Revolution had been planning on exploiting as the Chromatik Party became drawn even more inward to controlling the populace. It was a sad thing that the Rainbow Revolution had to rely on the intensified suffering of the populace to take the attention away from Chromatik borders. Gabriel was the plan that Krasnikova had been planning extensively from within to have the DG be assassinated.

The time would come soon when the future of Chromatika would be put into question.

And she would be smack dab in the middle of it all.

[United States of Devonta]

Devontan Sports Central

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World Cup Seventy-Six Qualifying kicks off
Devontan roster makes first time changes and gets early bye day
Jacob M. Donavan (@JacobDon)
^{10/02/2016, 10:00 PM | Devonta City, United States of Devonta}

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Once again World Cup Qualifying has kicked off around the multiverse. As over 160 soccer hungry nations seek to battle for a spot in World Cup 76 hosted in the exotic and beautiful lands of Ceni and Electrum. Unfortunately, as soccer always goes, only 32 nations will reach to the top and earn a coveted spot in the group stages of World Cup 76. A spot which the Devontan Men's National Soccer Team has never been able to grasp. Starting their ill-fated WCQ campaigns at World Cup 70 more then two years ago in 2014. It has been a long two years for the Devontan team with many of the same faces still on the national team. The players hardened by a resolve to finally qualify for their mother country. They aim to make it official this time.

In the first day of World Cup qualification the Devontans were noticeably absent from group play with a bye day on match day one. It was only a bye day in name; the Devontans found themselves in practice most of Sunday. Devontan coach Tajo Mendez known for his hard knock coaching style. The practice is much needed after Devonta yet again fell to their rivals the Kitsunes by a score line of 5-3. Just a few days later the Devontans found themselves facing a familiar foe; Anglatia. Its team made up of former players of the former nation of Armeia. A strong rivalry had been brewing for the passed year after Devonta was eliminated from both Emperors Cup by the lesser ranked Armeians. Devonta would exact revenge by defeating and eliminating Armeia from its final group game in WCQ 75.

Through their two year exposure to international soccer, heart break and reward were common themes felt by the players. To heartbreaking losses to Friscia in qualifying play offs to consecutively winning the United Valhaven Associated Trophy twice in a row; proving the Devontans has the undisputed kings of United Valhaven. The Devontan's have now recently established themselves in the Top 50 ranked in the world, ranking 47th in the world (Improved from being the ranked 298th minnow in WC 70) and most sports analyst consider the national team to be a very competitive second class team able to take on the big fishes. This being said though, notable defeats by Saintland in WC 74 and to San Jose Guybal in a recent friendly may say otherwise.

Much of the development of the national team and coincidentally the once slightly fledgling (to international standards) Devontan Premier League have seemed to greatly develop under the internationals teams coach and former star Striker Tajo Mendez. Despite, being criticized for lack of flexibility in the way of formation. Always choosing a 4-4-2 Diamond formation and very rarely choosing a flat 4-4-2, although recently he's stated hes open to a defensive 5-3-3 against better teams which had been tested in a few friendlies. Another complaint is his lack of player choice, largely keeping the same roster since WC 70. Only making changes for friendly matches and regional tournaments. Many of the emerging players like young U-21 Goalkeeper Danny Vanburen had made their mark during the United Valhaven Associated Trophy tournament, defeating stacked teams from other second class powers like Banija and Frenline Delpha.

Like in the national teams last attempt at qualifying for the world cup in WC 75, the United States of Devonta has been placed in group draw pot 2. The team now finds itself facing the usual six competitive opponents (some cycles it has been seven). All buying for the top spot in Group 11 out of 20, to achieve instant qualification and avoid second place which would mean a play-off, which the Devontans are all to familiar with after the failure of WC 75. The rest of the nations will be sent home packing very early in immense shame.

Group 11 like previously said contains six other nations that will play the Devontans once in their safe home field stadiums and then face Devontans in their fortress of a stadium dubbed Capital Stadium due to its location in the stunning capital of the United States of Devonta; Devonta City. Devonta is home to over 1,300,000,000 citizens on the mainland and its commonwealths/territories. The city itself contains a metropolitan population of around 15,000,000 peace loving citizens, that breath and live soccer, like a majority of Devontans. Any team playing Devonta in the capitol will face a large crowd of tens of thousands of menacing Devontan fans ready to cheer their national team on. Its not uncommon to see Capitol Stadium packed during a friendly!

The six nations of Group 11 are nations that are not to be gawked at, even the unranked minnows. Devonta knows all to well not even to underestimate much lower ranked teams. Rankings mean little in the game of soccer. Lessons had been learned after the humiliating defeats against bottom barrel teams like New Gelderland and Witty Penguins in the infamous WC 74 qualification disaster. Some teams in Group 11 the Devontans have faced before. The first pot team in the group is a 3rd highest ranked team in the multiverse; Farfadillis. Second, comes a team which is almost on par if not on the same level as the Devontans; #52nd ranked West Angola. Third, comes a team which has recently fallen from grace but managed to eliminate and Devonta from its most recent Runners Cup, #102 ranked Britonisea. Fifth, comes a emerging soccer nation in the form of 152nd ranked Tobiasia. Sixth, is a not too menacing minnow of a team; Edhros. Lastly, come another unranked team in the form of Beaverriver.

Devonta will open up match day two with a game against the very attack minded Tobiasian team dubbed the "tigers". The Devontans plan to leave the tigers and their captain Striker Fraser Philips of Tobiasia City F.C. toothless and without a bite. Will the Devontans be able too? To find out tune into the game at 7:00 PM central time.

World Cup 76 Qualifying Schedule

Friendly Matches:
Devonta 3-5 Flardania
Devonta 2-2 Anglatia

World Cup Qualfying: Group 11
MD1: Bye
MD2: Devonta vs Tobiasia
MD3: Britonisea vs Devonta
MD4: Devonta vs West Angola
MD5: Beaverriver vs Devonta
MD6: Devonta vs Edhros
MD7: Devonta vs Farfadillis

Mid-Qual Friendly: TBD

MD8: Bye
MD9: Tobiasia vs Devonta
MD10: Devonta vs Britonisea
MD11: West Angola vs Devonta
MD12: Devonta vs Beaverriver
MD13: Edhros vs Devonta
MD14: Farfadillis vs Devonta

Author: Jacob M. Donovan

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By FCLeonardo - Just now

Vamos Devonta! Lets Go! #Ibelieve

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By Mike_Baker - 3 mins Ago

So Mendez changes out a few players from our Gold Cup squads and failing U-21... Fire him already, please!

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By MattGomez - 10 min Ago

Tobiasia should be a piece of cake with the new young talent... but were good at chocking against weaker teams!

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By JonSlater - 28 mins Ago

Lets put the past behind us and qualify for a World Cup finally! No more heart ache

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[Kaboomlandia]

Phoenix move to 2-0 after comeback win

It wasn't textbook, but the Kaboomlandians got the job done against the New Telangana Rajj after going down 1-0 early. "The other team came out really offensive, but once our trap took hold we were able to take control," commented defender Marco Ciliano, the usual back in the Phoenix' infamously infuriating 1-8-1 offside trap. Rene Allard scored three more goals; all of the offense runs through him on this team. However, the game wasn't without its faults. Just 11 minutes in, a contentious non-call on an alleged offside by Slobodan Kolarov led to a right-side chance and a goal past Duncan McEachern off the post. The trap doesn't allow many shots; in fact, the team has allowed an average of just 4.3 shots against per game since implementing the trap in World Cup 72. But they bounced back, scoring goals at the 36th, 72nd and 83rd minute to pull even and then ahead to stay. "I thought I did well, considering we went down early. Once the trap got comfortable we were able to play our game and not get stuck playing theirs," said McEachern in an interview after the game.

The team will next play Chromatika, the 23rd ranked team in the world. While the Anomalies are playing all their home games, including tomorrow's match, in the Royal Kingdom of Quebec, they're still a really good team and a threat to be taken seriously.

[Fluvique]

Fluvique and Llanrhyddid tied in a thrilling match

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Sam Gonza returned to play at home and was cheered. For the first time a qualifier match was held in Mevosa.

Fluvique fought with a regular performance to tie 1-1 with Llanrhyddid, in the second matchday of the World Cup qualifiers. Mevosa FC's stadium presented a colorfull athmosphere to host the national side for the first time in an official match. The crowd of 55.000 souls filled the stadium one hour prior to the match and throbbed like when the dungers play at home. Confetti, flags, drums and fireworks were part of the players entrance. In the Docks Stand, where the local hooligans are usually, the yellow and white colors were changed by the red, white and yellow of the national flag. But Mevosa was present: in the center of the flags were a tiny badge of the home owner. The supporters started the match singing for Fluvique, but finished it shouting for Mevosa FC. Because the dungers love more their club than the national side.

Some folks were with t-shirts a half of Mevosa and the other half of Fluvique. Maria, a lifelong fan, said: "We are noiser. In Betham's stadium the people applaud with their smartphones. Here the fans are the 12th player" The fans cheered their players: Rodrigo De la Mesea, Henry Mhago and Nick Auze, while Dennis Castanginnet was booed evey time he touched the ball. The classic chants against the rivals of this time were mixed with chants against Betham FC and Athletic, in an atypical and picturesque scenario for the Fluviquean debut at home.

Depicted the atmosphere, there was a match. And in the match, despite the mistakes, Fluvique deserved a little bit more. Carusso's team was always trying and the defensive prejudice over the manager was almost forgotten for the intense search of goal opportunities with many players in attack. Led by Sam Gonza, Fluvique deployed all her weapons and options of her midfielders and forwards. With Di Angello and Fede as wingers, Sam in the middle and Auze in the area, the White Foxes only failed to score their chances.

Llanrhyddid found the initial goal early in the match, after a mistake in defence. The team tried to start the moves from behind, with De La Mesea and Castanginnet, more used to throw it to the other side of the field. Llanrhyddid's forward took advantage of a bad pass a few meters of the area and he went alone and beated Paribas with only 3 minutes played.

The game was uphill for Fluvique due to that fatal error in defence. That initial move faithfully reflected the main feature of Llanrhyddid in the first half: fierceness to fight for the ball in each sector of the field. The visitors showed a lot of momentum ans pressured Fluvique, but they weren't supperior in the game development, because the White Foxes had more ball possession and also provided opportunities to tie the game.

The two most clear goal attempts of Fluvique in the first half started in the feet of Sam Gonza. One was at 8', when he received the ball from Fede and ran with the ball avoiding players and kicks, finally passing the ball to Di Angello, who threw the ball directly to Auze's head, but the goalkeeper saved it.

Llanrhyddid dedicated to wait after getting the goal and almost went to the halftime 2-0 if his midfield had not missed a header in the best position within the area, after a center from the right at 23 minutes.

The second was at 32', this time with a collective move. Fluvique started neatly the play, from the defenders avoding the high pressure and creating a gap in the midfield exploited by Mhago and passing it to Gonza, who opened to Fede, who touched to Di Angello, who quickly touched it with a backheel to Auze, but the crossbar said no to the national attempt.

Fluvique went out to the turf in the second half with a uproar from the stands, shouting "Move, Fluvique, move/Move stop fucking around/This stand is crazy/Today we can't lose". Despite the crowd's fervor, Fluvique had problems to foothold in the first minutes, despite the huge chance that Fede dilapidated at 59' with a shot with his right foot who went over the crossbar after entering to the area with the ball.

The change for the home team started at 66', with the entrance of Ricky Bertens, which produced that Fluvique had five players in attack and added another winger to attack from the sides. Mhago moved to the very centre of the field and was almost the only barrier to surpass before facing the four defenders. However, the White Foxes won in offensive presence and in more options in every attack.

As Llanrhyddid detracted their claims of seeking the 2-0, Fluvique accentuated her dominance in search of the tie and got a strived prize nive minutes before the end, when a long center of Varelovsky was poorly deflected by a defender and the ball went directly to De La Mesea who scored the 1-1 with a strong shot.

The roar and the posterior avalanche behind the goal shook the ground. The entire stadium stand up to shout "Oh here we're cheering/Put balls and we'll win it", while some were climbing the fences and others were jumping on the seats. That final push created a last opportunity in the feet of Ricky Bertens, who had the victory, but his shot went to the outside of the net and, thus, the hopes of winning in the last move died there.

After the final whistle, the team was applauded with enthusiasm by the crowd. The warm welcome to The Little Box ended with an even warmer goodbye. The stadium known for have the one most inclined stands in the multiverse seemed more inclined when the crowd packed in front of the players tunnel to get an autograph or a gift from them.

The RFA and the players were very happy with this change and all the Mevossians are looking forward for the next opportunity to host the national team on their field. They'll have to wait: Fluvique will visit Alkanter, Greencasle and Geneva prior to return to the Paris of Rushmore. However, the Fluviquean players left the pitch with a smile and with the following song as background:

Mama yo quiero, oh, oh
Mama yo quiero, oh, oh
Mama yo quiero mama!
The world cup, oh, oh
The world cup, oh, oh
The world cup and all the year is carnival

Maybe it was an early tribute (Mother's day is on October 16), but it reflects the optimism. The path is hard and unknown, but the national side, above all, has the support of an unconditional country loving this team because, despite the institutional chaos in the Royal Football Association, there are a group of players defending their colors.

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FLUVIQUE 1
1 GK Andy Paribas
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3 DF Gabriel Varelovsky
2 DF Rodrigo De la Mesea 81' GOAL
13 DF Dennis Castanginnet
15 DF Teo Calmwater 73'(Alexe Kedzierski)
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8 MF Lucas Topolsky 66' (Ricky Bertens)
5 MF Henry Mhago
7 MF Paul Di Angello 88'(Shakir El-Ghazzawy)
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10 FW Sam Gonza (C)
11 FW Nick Auze
9 FW Fede

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Stadium: The Little Box, Mevosa, Mevosa Province.
Attendance: 55.000

[The Republic of Kaboomlandia]

Dragons just happy to be here

The Republic of Kaboomlandia may a fledgling nation, but one of the things their people share is a love for football, much different from the Kaboomlandians' affinity for hockey. Unfortunately, being a new, breakaway nation, there's not much of an opportunity to play internationally before entering the biggest football tournament in the world. Despite this, that didn't stop the first home game in Dragons history from being filled past capacity to see the Dragons play to a 0-0 draw with Dabblslyvokia. "We just wanted to come in and give the fans a good show," quoted centre striker Tor Akelund. Akelund has perhaps come closer than any other player from the Republic of Kaboomlandia to scoring; he took a great pass from Frederic Backstrom just in front of the box and would have scored had he not sent the ball off the post. Or Raymond Lundstrom's magical solo effort in game one where he dribbled down the right side and just had the shot deflected. One thing is for sure: Republic fans are a boisterous lot, and the Kandorith game in Ornkolping should be a fun one to watch.

[Abaja]

Lol, how come every time I decide to RP, it's against someone who hasn't posted a roster?

World Cup LXXVI Qualifiers

Abaja draws against Albundania

- By David Osesé

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Abaja

C.Anekwe (45')
D.Esé (72')
F.Nyema (73')

Albundania

0 - 0

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Group 19

Hadorian Republic 0–2 Matthewsiania
Felinetopia 1–4 Brenecia
Abaja 0–0 Albundania

#  Group 19                                     Pld   W   D   L    GF   GA   GD   Pts 
1 Brenecia                                       2    2   0   0     7    2   +5     6
2 Equestrian States                              1    1   0   0     2    1   +1     3
3 Matthewsiania                                  2    1   0   1     3    2   +1     3
4 Felinetopia                                    2    1   0   1     5    6   −1     3
5 Abaja                                          1    0   1   0     0    0    0     1
6 Albundania                                     2    0   1   1     2    4   −2     1
7 Hadorian Republic                              2    0   0   2     1    5   −4     0

In the Abaja City Arena, the Lions played their first game in the World Cup 76 qualifiers today after having a bye on the first day. Today, they were facing off against Albundania, a team in which 99.9% of Abajans never knew about. The fans thought that they were just a bunch of nobodies and that this should be an easy victory for them. In reality, it wasn't. Both teams failed to score a goal within the entire match. The Lions defense managed to hold them off multiple times, but they could not take advantage on the attack, mis-aiming shots left and right. Many people said that the game was "Lame and dry". After the game, me and Amina Ogwu asked the fans what they thought of the game. "It was a pretty boring ass game." One said. "There was hardly any action at all. I mean, the only thing that got us out of our seats was when Alulawe Ju was about to score a goal, but got tripped. Nothing excited happened here." In the press conference, Head coach John Ndami wasn't so displeased with the draw. He said, "It was only a draw, yes, but it was only our first game. We still have like twelve or thirteen more games to play. If we can win our next two games, then we're in good shape, but that's easier to say than to do. Tomorrow, we will travel to Brenecia. So far, Brenecia has won both of their games, and have already scored seven goals within their first two games. They will obviously be tough, but that doesn't mean to be intimidated by them. That'll make us look weak." A reporter asked Alan Atsi "Mr.Atsi, over the summer you traveled to he Royal Kingdom of Québec to play for Kingston FC. How does the experience feel so far and.. do you think you performance has improved after playing in that league?" Alan Atsi answered "It feels good to be in a different league... meeting new people, new atmosphere, more fans. I think it's been a great experience so far. As for my performance, I'm not so sure. I believe I've gotten better, but not better enough to take over on the national team. The league is more competitive than the APL, so I think if I continue ton play there, my performance will start to slowly improve."

With fall now upon us, Abaja's temperatures have dropped, especially around the north. Fifty-eight degree weather wasn't something that the Abajans were used to, but that didn't 60,000 from attending the game against Albundania. Players of both squads stepped onto the field. The Abajan fans were cheering loudly and proudly. The game soon began. Within the first few minutes, Abaja seemed to struggle trying to get past the Albundanians. Ervin Jon-Mikel, who recently signed with Umbazi Metropolitan SC, constantly got the ball taken away from by an aggressive Albundanian midfielder. The Midfielder then passed up to the Albundanian right winger. Stephen Oyenusi (ABJ) was there. He came up to the right winger. The right winger then ran to his left. One dribble, then he too a shot. Both Stephen Oyenusi and Merrakwü Odena slid, hoping the ball would bounce off of either one of their feet and soar out of bounds. And that's exactly what happened. Corner kick now for Albundania. It was taken, and the ball soared into the box. Joseph Amé punched it away. The ball came to Fabrosu Nyema (ABJ). Nyema saw Alan Atsi (ABJ) rushing upfield with Alulawe Ju. He passed to him. Atsi on the right side, going right. He slips past a Albundanian player, and now he's loose.He slows down near the box, passes to Alulawe Ju. Ju steps up, does a Matthews move to get past his defender, then takes a booming kick that goes far left. Goal kick now for Albundania. In the 24th minute, an Albundanian winger receives the ball from his teammate, and goes up to the box. He switches feet, shoots, and the ball is caught by Joseph Amé. Amé throws to Emmanuel Udoh (ABJ) and Udoh kicks it to Ervin Jon-Mikel. Jon-Mikel passes it up to Atsi. Atsi passes back to Fabrosu Nyema. A Albundanian trips on himself whilst trying to take the ball away from Nyema. Lol. Nyema runs up, finds Christopher Anekwe (ABJ). He passes up to Dedéna Esé (ABJ), and Esé crosses to Ju. Ju's header is off target. In the 36th minute, Albundania is attacking again. A midfielder passes up to the central forward. The central forward takes a shot at it. Eze Mbanefo (ABJ) cannot get to the shot in time, but Joseph Amé manages to slap it away. It goes the Albundanian winger. Now running inside the box, he rushes to the ball and shoots with... a little too much force. The ball sails high above the crossbar and into the stands. He holds his hands on his head as some of the Albundanian look on, and the Abajan fans sighing in relief.Near the 45th minute, Christopher Anekwe got a yellow card for shoving a guy to the ground while fighting for he ball. That player was awarded a free kick. He passed up to his teammate. Fabrosu Nyema takes it away. Nyema passes to Anekwe. Anekwe to Dedéna Esé. Esé to Atsi. Atsi shoots. The Albundanian dives to save it. He does. The ball rolls away. Christopher Anekwe runs up and shoots it from outside the box. It floats for a little while, then over the crossbar. When the halftime whistle blew, it was a 0-0.

When the Abajan fans saw that the Albundanians were able to prevent Abaja from scoring after just over 45 minutes, some started to rethink the outcome of this game. With the looks on their faces, you would think they would be saying "Maybe this might end in a draw?" in their heads. Some others weren't concerned by the halftime score at all, since here was a whole other half to play, but in the second half, there was just more of the same. Early on in the second half, both teams struggled on offense once again. Every time Abaja got possession, they would immediately get the ball taken away from them. Every time Albundania got the ball, they would balloon the ball into the crowd. In the 49th minute, Alulawe Ju had his shot blocked by a Albundanian defender. The ball went to Esé. Esé came up. Now he shot it. Once again the shot was batted away by the Albundanian goalkeeper. A defender got and quickly passed up to his teammate in the midfield. He then runs left. Ervin Jon-Mikel tries challenging him. The Albundanian midfielder pokes his way past, and gives it up to the left winger. The left winger puts a move on Emmanuel Udoh, leaving Udoh confused, spinning around. He runs up to the box and delivers a booming shot. Joseph Amé was ready for it. He snatches it our of mid air and punts it up field. There, Christopher Anekwe and a Albundanian player shove each other constantly, desperate to get the ball. Anekwe wins the battle, and quickly passes up to Alulawe Ju. Ju speeds up, then sees a defender, and slows down. The defender comes up to him, and Ju goes left. Ju, now being inside the box, tries taking a shot at it, but before he can, anther defender comes and tackles him. Ju falls and the defender gets the ball. Many Abajan fans got angry and starting complaining, thinking that the defender fouled him. Meanwhile, the defender passes up midfield. His teammate finds the Albundanian winger. He gets it to him. The winger is again against Emmanuel Udoh. This time Udoh doesn't get embarrassed, and actually manages to take the ball away. He rushes up field and passes to Fabrosu Nyema. Nyema powers his way through a couple of opponents. He passes to Dedéna Esé. Esé is tripped up by a defender. No foul called. he quickly gets back up and tries taking the ball back from the defender, and the defender falls down. Foul called on Esé and he gets his first yellow of the match. No crowd booed loudly, and Esé definetly was not happy about it either. He complained to the ref, but the ref did not respond. The Albundanian defender is awarded a free kick. He kicks to his teammate. Nyema is right behind him. Nyema runs up from behind and tries taking the ball away, but he bumps into him and again a yellow card is handed out. This is starting to get out of control. Anwreusu Freneda (ABJ) replaces Fabrosu Nyema later on. In the 83rd minute, still a tie game. The Abajan fans are on the edge of their seats. They are just waiting for something good to happen before the ref blows the final whistle. Abaja had a few more opportunities near the end of the game, but they still could not score. In the 90th minute, Abaja tried one more time to score. This time it was Freneda to Atsi. Atsi back to Freneda. Freneda passes to Christopher Anekwe. Anekwe slows it down and finds Dedéna Esé. Esé squeezes a pass in to Alulawe Ju, who is deep inside the box. The goalkeeper comes up, and Ju passes to Atsi. Atsi's shot at goal was again deflected off the leg of a defender, and the goalkeeper ran and dove on it. Frustration was felt throughout the entire stadium, and the was game. The final whistle blew. 0 - 0. Tomorrow, Abaja faces a tougher opponent: Brenecia.

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Abaja

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[Korizland]

“Losing one-nothin’ to Taeshan isn’t exactly a major shame on our houses,” Clay Fuller said to Greg Eason.

“It’s still another loss,” Greg replied. “We could find ourselves in an unsalvageable situation very quickly. And the coaching situation is getting worse.”

“Worse? Worse how?”

“Well, you know how I told you that van Maar and Bousaid are butting heads? They almost came to blows yesterday.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No.”

“Shit. It’s not good if our coaches are fighting each other. What are you going to do about it?”

“Do? What do you want me to do?”

“You’re the captain, boss. You’ve got to do something. Maybe you should talk to the manager.”

“Oh sure. I’ll talk to the manager. What would you like me to say? That one of them needs to go?” Clay shrugged.

“Will that fix the problem?”

“Maybe. But to shake up the coaching staff like that…”

“Maybe it needs to happen. Who would you get rid of?” Greg Eason got a thousand yard stare on his face.

“Van Maar. He’s helped us develop and took us a little ways, but he’s taken us as far as he can. If we’re going to start winning, we need someone better up to the task. Van Maar has done about all he can do, and I don’t think he deserves to be just pitched like that, but he’d be my choice to change.”

“So tell Glover that.”

“Maybe. We’ll see what happens for the next few days.”

[Jeruselem]

In Cosumar, after Jeruselem drew 2-2 with the home team ...

Chloe: Great work Elsa, we held the top seed to a draw.
Elsa: Yes, you'd expect the top seed to win their games at home
Chloe: I don't travel much, first overseas trip for a while
Elsa: Yes well, travel is an expensive hobby ... we get paid to travel, which is a bonus
Chloe: I can't afford to do much travelling
Elsa: I guess you're not a Princess

Chloe: I only go to Qazox once in a while
Elsa: So, you're a Qazian!
Chloe: Sort of
Elsa: Well, I am too ... partly
Chloe: How is young Chloe going?
Elsa: She's with my dad, I'm always worried when he's babysitting

Chloe: He's not the brighest spark
Elsa: He better not teach her bad habits, she's got enough from me
Chloe: Yes he's a bit too friendly with young women
Elsa: Thankfully he doesn't get out much these days, although he does love his webcams
Chloe: Ah yes, I found out he's a regular on my cam
Elsa: BigThingDude?

Chloe: Err, yes. Took a while to work out who that guy was
Elsa: That's because you look like a young version of my Mum
Chloe: You do too but I guess you're his daughter
Elsa: He doesn't need to perve to on me, he just does
Chloe: I guess he's harmless
Elsa: Always got a grubby mind

Chloe: You like my apple pen video?
Elsa: I have a pen, I have an apple. Urg! Apple pen! I have a pen, I have pineapple. Urg! Pineapple pen! Pen-pineapple apple-pen
Chloe: I see you saw it
Elsa: Well, Dad mentioned it
Chloe: I have a princess, I have a weirdo. Urg! Princess Anna! I have a princess, I have a weirdo. Urg! Princess Elsa! Princess-elsa anna-princess
Elsa: Urg

Chloe: it's true though
Elsa: I know
Chloe: PPAP princesses
Elsa: It's mum's fault
Chloe: You can't complain too much, you exist
Elsa: Urg, I know

[Mattijana]

The Dressing Room-Post Match

"You lot took your time didn't you?" Said Matej Ljubanik after the match. It was a rhetorical question in truth. Ljubanik was happy to have won his first ever World Cup match, even if it did come courtesy of an 81st minute goal from midfielder Martin Hojbjerg.

"Good defending though. Very good defending. Just what...two chances in the whole match for them? That's impressive. But I want to see more penetration going forward and much better finishing once we get there. Still, we can work on that in training and it's a great acheivement to get going with 3 points. Good stuff!"

Mattijana had been largely frustrated for the duration of the first half at the Heinemeyer stadium as Prusy set up clear defensive banks and organised themselves well at the back. Mattijana had a few chances, the best of which came when Andreas Weiss found some space on the edge of the box and shot low, forcing Zofia Kwietniewska into a good diving save on her right hand side. Edvard Craz headed over from a corner whilst a free kick 30 yards out by Martin Hojbjerg forced another save from Kwietniewska.

Mattijana were far more incisive in the second perod however, with more direct running from Jessika Struna and Sophia Velezia which began to panic the Prusy defensive team. Struna spurned Mattijana's best chance of the match at that point as she made the run down the middle, ran on to a clean through ball from Hojbjerg and then clipped the ball over the advancing Kwietniewska, but narrowly wide of the left hand post.

More chances came and went as both Weiss and Mathilde Lekarisa curled wide from an angle before Kwietniewska made a brilliant one-handed save off a Weiss header from a pinpoint Illisevic cross. Lekarisa was then replaced by Daniella Alaba and Sophia Velezia by Sofiane Bisrali.

Bisrali had an instant impact with a pull-back across the face of goal almost turned in by the diving Alaba before the 80th minute goal where Bisrali's low cross missed everyone, but was picked up by Jessika Struna on the opposite wing. With Mattijanan runners crowding the penalty area, Hojbjerg was able to hold his run, find some space and drive the pull-back into the roof of the net.

Mattijana could have added a second at the death as Alaba's low shot from the edge of the area hit the base of the post, but they comfortably held out for the win.

Line ups and stats:

YC=yellow card
(substitute-minute substituted)

Prusy Krolewskie line-up:

Formation: 4-4-2 (diamond)

KWIETNIEWSKA
ZAWISTOWSKI
HARTMANN--YC
ANUSZKIEWICZ
STRZYZOWSKIJ--YC--(Kaczorowska-70)
WELZMÜLLER--YC--(Waszkiewicz-69)
SCHROFFENEGGER
WAWRZYNKIEWICZ
ZALWOWSKA
KLEINEHEISMANN (Grzywinska-56)
ZAJACZKOWSKI


Mattijanan line-up:

Formation: 4-2-2-2
Matej Handanovic
Helena Neumann
Edvard Craz
Katija Burnosevic
Dominik Illisevic--YC
Jago Adrianov--YC--(Julianov-84)
Martin Hojbjerg
Sophia Velezia (Bisrali-69)
Jessika Struna
Mathilde Lekarisa (Alaba-69)
Andreas Weiss

Possesion:
Mattijana 60-40 Prusy Krolewskie
shots:
Mattijana 20-8 Prusy Krolewskie
On Target:
Mattijana 8-3 Prusy Krolewskie
Corners:
Mattijana 7-2 Prusy Krolewskie
Fouls:
Mattijana 11-16 Prusy Krolewskie
Yellow Cards:
Mattijana 2-3 Prusy Krolewskie
Red Cards:
Mattijana 0-0 Prusy Krolewskie

[Schottia]

The Sale

"Beer Garden"

Part three

'So, this is where the poor locals have had to go to hide out.' Gorman informed Connie as they sat themselves at a faux-chrome table, which looked dangerously lopsided on the sloping grass. 'All the high-rise hotels, retirement homes full of overweight ex-pats, and stag parties have forced the poor sods underground.'

'Petunia-Rose?' Connie replied slamming her glass down on the table, having already drank half of it on the way over. 'Do you think I look like a Petunia-Rose?'

'I'm sorry,' he replied with quiet laughter. 'It was honestly the first name that came into my head.' Connie shook her head and took another glug of her drink. The worst thing was, from what she had seen of Barry Gorman so far, she probably believed him. 'Anyway.' He glanced at his watch. 'We aren't blessed with limitless time so let's press on shall we?' Connie raised her eyebrows in agreement, while rapidly working her way through the rest of her drink. 'Right then Kirk Preston United... I know you played there for nine months, but you now want to own them? May I ask way?'

'Mhm.' Connie finished her mouthful of gin and tonic, holding up a hand in invitation to wait. 'Yeah, I just want to help them out,' she offered with a shrug. 'The time I was there I guess I felt sorry for them, and... I think their fans deserve a bit of a break. I tried to help them out before, but Ross Killanen turned it down.' She concluded with a second shrug of the shoulders, raising her glass to her lips once more. 'Do you want another one?' She asked, after realising that she was down the ice and lime.

'No just drink mine.' Gorman swapped their glasses round. 'Yes... Well Mr Killanen senior can be a somewhat stubborn man.' He flipped open his briefcase and removed a pen and paper. 'I can remember during a cup match, back in my days as Port Sebastian manager, he said he was going have one of my players hung for diving.' Gorman focused on the notepad in front of him as he began to write. '...When I informed him that the term was hanged he simply became even more irate.'

Connie spluttered as she tried to stop herself from laughing with her mouth full. 'I guess I was just really struck by how the fans turn out there, week in week out, its like a religion to them. They know they'll never win anything, but they still do it.' Connie puffed out her cheeks, already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. 'I mean, I get paid three time more a week, than their entire squad gets paid, that can't be right?'

'There's a gulf between those at the top and the bottom for sure. I was very much aware of that here in Port Christopher.' Gorman looked thoughtfully into the distance. 'You've got to remember though, it's one thing having money, and another entirely attracting the kind of player who can make a difference... yet another lesson I had to learn here.' Connie continued to sip away at her drink while Gorman went on. 'It was like they were asking me to perform alchemy at points. How I could have achieved anything in UICA competitions with the bunch of has-beens and never-will-bes... I've no idea.'

'You had big Gaston Avelione though? Right..?' Connie asked, as Gorman shook his head slowly.

'Ah, he was already past his prime by then, I mean it was like riding the grand national on some retired stallion on its way to slaughter... and still we were playing him eighty thousand a week.' Connie whistled, and raised an eyebrow. 'I mean, go back ten years to the qualifiers of World Cup 70 - my second in charge of the national side - he would just run rings round even the best sides in the world - it was like poetry in motion. The irony was, that by the time Schottia made it to the World Cup, the poor guy was past it, he didn't really have the legs.'

'Do you regret that you never took Schottia to the World Cup finals?' Connie asked sincerely, watching closely for his reaction. It was becoming clear that Gorman enjoyed a bit of a chinwag. She could imagine he was the kind of person who liked the sound of his own voice - someone her dad would call an "auld sweetie wife."

'Yes, of course I do.' Gorman looked grave, almost bitter. 'Of course Jane did really well... It may well prove to be the case that those back-to-back qualifications will go down as Schottia's greatest sporting achievement... ever.' He sighed. 'But long term I really don't know how well her softly-softly approach could have worked out. Guys like Corsie, they need to be handled carefully, you need a tight hand on the reins when you are breaking in a troublesome young colt, you don't spare the whip.' Gorman shook his head in disapproval. 'You need to get them used to your hands near their ears, so to speak.'

Connie scoffed at the mention of the name. 'Somehow I guessed you two might not have seen eye to eye.' Gorman added. 'Corsie has an uncanny ability to rub absolutely anyone up the wrong way. No matter what situation he is in, and with whom, you can guarantee he will create disharmony.'

'It's kind of a long story.' Connie squinted. 'He upset some friends of friends of mine... you might say.'

'The Claire Hanson incident?' Gorman guessed. 'Not his finest hour admittedly.' Gorman reclined in his chair a little and made himself more comfortable, toughing his finger tips lightly together. 'When I think back to his potential, back when I had him at Port Sebastian, it saddens me to see how he turned out. In terms of talent he was head and shoulder above anyone in that team the year we won the title. But trying to stimulate his interest was nearly impossible. I paid Karen Seywel ten grand a week - ten big ones - to be in a relationship with him, put it through the club's expenses. I though living with some beautiful woman would have made him grow a pair of balls.' Connie nearly choked on her drink, not believing what she had just heard. 'But he even fucked that up for himself. The day she drove round to my apartment in the middle of the night to hand the last week's money back, I knew that was going to be the end of it.' Goman laughed. 'You can't even pay someone to stay in his company, he is so difficult.'

'I'm like...' Connie interjected. 'I... I just like can't believe you paid another footballer to pretend to date him..!'

'Darling!' Gorman held up a hand to stop her. 'You don't want to know the lengths I've gone to in the past; I could tell you some stories that would make even your toes curl. Anyway, the problem with Corsie, and I know this is going to sound somewhat hypocritical from a man wearing a trilby and carrying a vintage leather briefcase, but he just needed to man-up. ... I actually pushed him too far though, and he ended up going the other way and he chased Chloe Rudden all the way to Nephara like a lovesick puppy.'

Connie laughed as she drained the last dregs of Gorman's drink, suddenly starting to warm to the guy. She had always thought that Ross Killanen was the perfect manager, hard-hitting, uncompromising, and called a spade a spade. However Gorman was a close second. She couldn't help but think that Hazel and Leo really needed to meet this guy, they would have enjoyed a laugh at Corsie's expense no doubt.

'Did you here what people are saying?' Connie asked, enjoying kicking her teammate while he was down. 'That Corsie believes he found god that evening after the player's dinner? A couple of hill walkers found him within an inch of his life, right?

Connie didn't yet know why, but this last comment seemed to touch a raw nerve as Gorman shifted uneasily. 'Belief is a powerful thing I supposed.' Gorman glanced up sapphire blue of the sky above them, framed in a near perfect square by the courtyard walls. 'And we all have our crosses to bare.'

'Anyway, we are getting completely sidetracked here.' He tapped his pen against the notepad and looked her in the eye. 'Kirk Preston... Right the first thing to say is yes it can be done. As you'll no doubt know, there are certain rules in place to protect the autonomy of Schottic clubs, but as always, there are ways past it, loopholes which one can exploit. Assuming of course, that you were a... dishonest woman.'

Connie leaned forward smiling, placing her elbows on the table. 'I'm listening.'

'Well the rules were loosened about twenty years ago to allow fan buyouts. Power to the people, and what-have-you.' Gorman went on. 'And as part of that same legislation, it was made possible for groups of individuals to start up fans' cooperatives for the purpose of setting up new clubs: Mucusia, in Port James, would be a good example of that.' Connie was trying to juggle listening with thinking about whether to get her next drink. 'So essentially, we need to fool Kirk Preston United into thinking that you are a group of fans, interested in taking the club over.'

'O-kay...' Said Connie completely at a loss as to how to do it. 'Do you fancy another drink?' She asked him, standing up to retrieve a fifty-pound note from her close fitted back pocket. It took a degree of skill to hook it out with an index finger, but it beat carrying around her wallet. 'Or a first one, rather.' She pursed her lips looking down at the two empty glasses in front of her, before placing one atop his coaster.

'Okay, if you must.' Gorman issued a sigh, as he went to retrieve a slim, silver laptop from this briefcase. 'We should try to keep a clear head though. I've seen many a young player over the years succumb to alcohol and other substances. You know Lionel Mah is the favourite to take over as Schottia boss?' He waited for it to sink in, but she just blinked at him, pouting. 'Well, he is not the type to put up with players turning up with hangovers! Nor will he suffer any lollygagging or tardiness.'

'Tardiness?' Connie's face contorted further.

'Lateness! Unpunctuality!' Gorman said, opening his laptop and turning on a small wireless mouse. 'Speaking of which, hurry up and fetch those drinks. We've got a bit more to get through.'

[Nephara]

THE BRINEMOUTH HERALD
NFU FORMALLY LODGES SUIT AGAINST CHROMATIK PARTY
by Byron Osieck

The Nepharim Players' Union have begun the arduous process of suing the Chromatik Party for unlawful dismissal on a mass scale.

At the start of this season, the ruling forces of Chromatika took drastic action to further suppress their people, immediately disbanding their domestic league, closing the border and deporting all foreigners.

The League Chromatiks was regarded as a key source of power for the growing Rainbow Revolution, as was football in general, and the Chromatik national football team now play as outcasts based in Montreal, Quebec.

Three Chromatik internationals play domestic football in Nephara - Gabriella Antonio and Alyss Montague of Coret, and Jazmin Dragana of Bishop. There was a huge influx of Nepharim going the other way to the League Chromatiks, which gained a reputation as an emerging, professional and passionate league.

While eager to stress that this is not a matter of politics, the Union objects to the manner that the 116 foreign footballers under contract in the nation, including 26 Nepharim, were severed from their contracts without warning, compensation or the rest of the money paid off to them.

NFU head litigator Rafford Thorn maintains that the Union's quarrel is with the Party, not the clubs. "It is our understanding that the clubs were not consulted in any way during the breach, and that the contracts were put to the players in good faith," Thorn said.

"These footballers had to cut short their long-term plans and move families back home without proper notice or payment given, due to politics entirely outside of their control. If the WCC will not hold the Party to account, we will."

The NFU is a notoriously powerful organisation that was central in abolishing the maximum wage and the foreigner limit over the course of the modern era, and maintains a reputation as an innovator within the game.

This lawsuit, however, is its most internationally prominent action to date and represents the most direct action taken against the Atlantian Oceanic despotic state of Chromatika.

Though a handful of Nepharim retired after severance, most returned to the second tier back home on what was legally defined as a season loan. They have since moved on as free agents.

[Hasznia]

Hasznia 2-1 Krytenia

Starting XI:
GK-Summers
LB-McAdams
CB-Johnson
CB-Holloway
RB-Villa
DM-Diaz
RM-Vick
LM-Fisher
AM-Pearson
FW-Clayton (goal 75')
FW-Hawkins (goal 15')
Substitutes: Foster (GK), Nguyen, Reed, Banks, Pearson, David, Miller

From the Blackfort Herald, 20 July 2016:

White Suns Shock Krytenia 2-1
Clayton's Stoppage-Time Goal Cements Huge Upset

For the record 60,000 fans who packed into the Blackfort Coliseum for Tuesday's World Cup qualifier, the chance to see the White Suns go toe-to-toe with COCANEFA superpower and World Cup 75 host Krytenia was well worth the price of admission. A 0-0 draw would be spectacular, they reasoned, a point at home for the Suns to carry into the rest of qualifying, while a loss would be heartbreaking, but acceptable, a natural consequence of being a small fish in a big pond.

When Lucien McAdams was caught out of position in the seventeenth, allowing Krytenian captain Angelo a clear shot into the box, it was thought to be a typical mistake for a team not used to performing at this level. When Alex Sampson overran Brian Johnson to bring the ball home, that was just a veteran team punishing the relative newbies for their mistake. Nothing to worry about, nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of matches left in qualifying.

The remainder of the second half played like a Sunday league game, both teams making formations and taking runs at each other, but seemingly content with the scoreboard the way it was. Hasznia played out of the back and save for a few massive runs from Villa, created precious few chances and could get nothing going on the counterattack; Krytenia, for their part, poked and prodded but could not find another opening like the one McAdams left them early on, and so were content with their single goal.

That is, until a long ball from Diaz found Alex Hawkins free and in space in stoppage time. Hawkins managed to close the distance to the eighteen in the time it took Krytenia's back four to realize the flag hadn't gone up, and before they could protest he'd buried the ball in the far post. Krytenia's protests of offsides fell on deaf ears, and the stadium shook as the teams went into the locker rooms at halftime on level terms.

The conversation changed abruptly at halftime, from a discussion of how great it was to see Hasznia competing at this level to excited chatter about what it would mean to bring down Krytenia, that Krytenia in qualifiers. To read social media feeds as the teams retook the field at the half, one would have thought Hasznia had just clinched qualification.

The second half was immediately different in character than the first, and true to form, Barrett Villa was the bellwether of this paradigm shift, earning a yellow card for a desperate tackle on Mark Rankine as the latter looked to attack an empty box around the fiftieth. Possession became an important objective for both teams, as counterattacks mounted. Despite compact and robust play in the first half, the Krytenians began to find holes in the back four and managed to pelt Summers with shots, all of which went over or were caught by the tiniest of margins.

In truth, the White Suns found themselves dominated in the second half, with the exception of a single play wherein Villa managed to dispossess Valrauncion by way of another risky tackle, this one coming up in his favor. Pouncing on the loose ball, Carter Vick just got it to debutante Jesse Clayton at the eighteen, who rocketed it home past the shocked Krytenian keeper.

Krytenia kept on the attack for the last fifteen of the game, putting several shots on target, but all were saved by a Herculean effort from man of the match Rudy Summers. With the upset, the White Suns move to an undisputed 1st place in Group 8 with 6 points in the first 2 matches of qualifying. Hasznia will next take on Great Palkia away on 6 August, followed by Sarrbia at Wanderers Park on the 10th of that month.

From Sport.hz, 8 August 2016:

Payne Announces Roster for Great Palkia, Sarrbia WC Qualifiers

Following an unprecedented success in the first two qualifiers against Shytysle and Krytenia, Byron Payne has announced the roster for the next two qualifiers, away at Great Palkia and against Sarrbia at Wanderers Park on the 13th and 17th of August, respectively. The roster retains the core of the team that shocked Krytenia 2-1 at Blackfort Coliseum in July, with a few key additions that may make or break the next set of qualifiers.

While Rudy Summers remains immovable in goal, moreso after his Man of the Match performance vs. Krytenia, two familiar faces return to his backline in Eric Rogers, who looked fit in a few club friendlies following a niggling hamstring injury from last season and Kennith Iverson, the robust 1916 centerback. These two displace up-and-comer Clinton Nguyen of Acronius's Stade Defense, who was an unused sub in both previous matches.

With the return of Rogers, there is once again a controversy at the right back position between him and Barrett Villa. Where Villa is generally considered the superior athlete, the rash playing style of the Chell SC defender was a liability for the Suns on several occasions during the July qualifiers. If Rogers is truly back to form, coach Payne may look to him to calm the defense down against Great Palkia and Sarrbia.

Additionally, Iverson's return after being left off the roster in July for unknown reasons brings about the familiar problem of three center-backs for two slots and no real choice between them. With the White League season starting and a long qualifying campaign ahead, Payne may seek to minimize fatigue and switch one centerback or the other for the odd man out.

The midfield remains largely the same on paper, with the Di Bradini Cup 38 veteran and new Rolster signing Seth Henderson replacing Doyle Pearson Formation is the greater concern here with Payne's preferred 4-2-2-2 likely ruled out by the retirement of defensive mid Lucio Shepherd. The diamond proved to be unstable the first two matches, creating a lot of lost chances in the midfield, so the question of whether to forge ahead or experiment will likely weigh heavy on Payne's mind.

Strikers remain largely the same, although with Jesse Clayton's impressive finish against Krytenia he may receive the starting nod over 1916 veteran Miller alongside Alex Hawkins.

Goalkeepers: Summers (Blackfort City), Foster (Willamette Town), Morris (Woodhall United)
Defenders: Villa (Chell SC), Johnson (Castor Wanderers), Holloway (Barracha 1919), Nguyen (Stade Defense), McAdams (Holywell), Iverson (Warton 1916), Rogers (Darley City)
Midfielders: Diaz (Warton 1916), Vick (Riverside), Wright (Cannich), Rogers (Lionsgate National FC), Henderson (Rolster), Banks (Emerald City Harmony), Fisher (Warton 1916)
Forwards: Clayton (Blackfort City), Hawkins (Falkner United), Miller (Warton 1916) David (Blackfort City), Bennett (Wick Town)

[Port Christopher]

Port Christopher in Turmoil

Port Christopher's troubles worsened yesterday, despite a 2-1 away to Group 4 rivals Oisinistan. The Sea Lions were without the suspended Tomas Nazario-Silva, along with Elisa Rivera, Acacia García, and Chris Abaroa, all of whom having walked out after a heated exchange following their opening day defeat to Nuevo Caracas. Following yesterday's win however, Aredhle Neil, along with Deitmar Koenig, and the New St Johns pair of Tom Popescu-Black and Jose Almedro have also ruled themselves unavailable for selection. It is thought that Jim Reid had initially handed in his letter of resignation, in the build up to last night's match after further unrest in the dressing room, only for the Christopheran FA to convince him to stay on. Sources close to the manager, stated that he was outraged with Nazario-Siva's sending off, accusing the player of doing so deliberately.

Much of the fallout is believed to have originated from the 20-year-old's comments on social media, where he stated that he regretted playing for Port Christopher, and would have been better off in the Schottic U21s. The posts have since been deleted, along with Nazario-Silva's account, but not before they spread like wild fire. Many of the players argued that he shouldn't have been called up to face Stefano Ledezma's Nuevo Caracas side as result, but Reid decided to give the youngster a second chance. This faith in his player was to be something which would later came back to bite him, as all hell seems to have now broken loose.

As things currently stand, everything is up in the air, with the side seemingly facing an existential crisis, as their manager's long-term future is still unknown. For many nations, their manager walking away would certainly be a problem, but a problem they could cope with. However it cannot be understated, just how special a role Reid has in the team. Former captain, and now manager, he was instrumental in the establishment of separate Christopheran side, and their entry into WCC competition. Even when many people thought he was mad, he persevered, recruiting most of the staff and playing squad ahead of their BoF outing. Since then, so much of their modest success has come from his hard toil, and his constant promotion of the side. As the situation continues to develop at pace, we are all left wondering who could take up mantle in Jim Reid's absence.

Right now Reid is fast running out of options on the playing field, with three key players out of contention, and five fringe players also ruling themselves out. Somehow, they managed a strong performance against Oisinistan however, with players like Diego Bandos, Tim Maitfield, and Liam Goncalves all digging very deep. But it was Rachel Del Arro who stole the show for Port Christopher, giving the thousand or so fans who made the journey something to smile about. It seems that while everyone around her are losing their heads, it has been left to the Samaj FC attacker to get on with things.

It is difficult to say how long this backs to the walls mentality can keep yielding results, but with the likes of Bandos and Maitfield, they definitely have the players who can defy the odds. You get the feeling though, that one single injury or suspension could be fatal to their chances.

With some now less familiar faces in the squad, such as - Amaia Alejo of Electumite second tier side Club 24, as well as a host of aging SuperLeague stars - it is also going to be left to these newer players to step up to the plate somehow. Whether things unravel entirely, or whether the new recruits bring some much needed stability remains to be seen.

Squad to face Dabblslyvokia:
GK: Carus Laxium, Scott Torrance, Donald Gordon
DEF: Anderiz, Liam Goncalves, Robert Wessel, Lara Dixon, Elliot Thompson, Leon Marshall
MID: Diego Bandos, Tim Maitfield, Rachel Del Arro, Maeve Bronte, James Del Vertio Miller Icacic, Gary Erwin, Caroline Bensborg, Ross McAdam, Annie Telford
FOR: Tony Uist, Ross Jameson, Jacques, Amaia Alejo

[Brenecia]

THE ROZELLE OBSERVER
Centrist fever as Brenecia turns yellow for the first time
Jacqui Broughan

'Opportunists', they were called, but now it seems as though the recently-formed Brenecian Liberals have seized upon a wave of momentum and risen to power.

Brenecian politics have often been noted as staid and unimaginative by nations across Esportiva, with the public largely unimpressed by the parties on offer. Both the Progressives and Conservatives were tied too deeply with Nepharim parties of old, and broadly speaking the Conservatives dominated the conversation.

But following Claire Lyons' concession, it appears that the new Head of State will, in fact, be leader of the Liberals, Riona Bryant. Powerfully-built, tough-talking and rarely seen in public without her wife and main speechwriter, Mary Wheelwright, Bryant is at the heart of a perfect storm that cried out for a party to break the mould.

Walking a delicate balance in the centre, the Liberals have backed protectionist policies and a more guarded approach to immigration, with the mantra of 'facing inwards first'. Despite this, they feed into the zeitgeist that is firmly in favour of forging greater links with the region, but what is new is that the Liberals have broken through the cultural cringe to push for Brenecians to think of themselves as a power.

This point of view is not without merit. While the Brenecian pound is relatively weak, Brenecia has three important northern ports and is rich in minerals and resources. Its military is, following recent budgetary increases, strong for the country's size.

Where it perhaps lags behind is in more cultural factors - literacy and education levels, unemployment and GDP lag slightly but noticeably behind most other first-world nations, and this was a key point of the Liberals. Bryant's tagline? "We can do better."

Brenecians thought so, and they communicated that in the polls - and now they have a populist, protectionist leader. Even their dissenters will be happy enough that Bryant is no scion of the far-right, as have started to surge again across the world as memories of the Corvidae begin to fade.

Though the Liberals stole the show with a slight majority of seats, there was a stronger showing from minor parties as well, with the Social Greens and Reformers claiming their first seats (in Falkner and Marque respectively) while the far-right Crusaders came close to taking seats in the Rathian veldt.

The question for now must be posed to the Progressives and Conservatives, now that a bright yellow wedge has been driven into their heart - what now?

[Veldgouwen]

Gert Stalhof tried to duck deep into his hoodie as he walked through one of the more shady neighbourhoods of Piershaven, but it was rather to hide from the rain than to avoid an unwanted collision with a football fan. Even if the bars were still pretty jam-packed, the atmosphere was not as rowdy as one would fear. The drunks weren’t singing in banter but clung on to the lantern posts in silence, the beats from the speakeasies weren’t as deafening as often and even the prostitutes made their peace with a simple nod. That is what a goalless draw does to you.

In all fairness, the fact that the Veldgouwer side managed to scrounge a point against a by-far superior side as Abanhfleft was an amazing landmark. But only when you leaned back and analysed how a tad of luck, a brilliant performance for the defensive duo and a rather conservative approach larded with a great day for the crossbar could make you hang on to the same result that was on the board after the opening whistle. It was to be applauded and all congratulations would be well-deserved. But it doesn’t make you burst out in tears or cheers your lungs out like a 4-4 with a last-second equaliser. Cake, but no icing.

It made it easier for Gert to escape the post-game routine. The FA, clearly inexperienced on how to handle the squad after a home match, had offered a ride home to all players but many of them were more eager to hit the city. The older Piershaven lads knew a few good addresses in the vicinity and amongst the youngsters, most were bursting with delight to celebrate the performance – most vocally voiced by those who hadn’t even seen the grass from up close, of course. Even notorious bores such as Becu had agreed to join the afterparty but Gert had taken up the car-offer.

Officially.

A few blocks away from the stadium, Stalhof had pushed a few bucks into the hands of the driver, declaring that he had family in the vicinity – as a football fan, the man probably would know that he hailed from the south, so declaring that he lived there would have been a lie. His current cover story was… A little less a lie. He did consider the janitor of the apartment block where he held a condo away from the tax department almost as family, a very distant cousin maybe, as the guy possessed all needed qualities for the job: to keep his mouth shut and the plants watered.

After a second refreshing shower – for some reason those at the stadium only gave Gert spotless shins, but seldom a clean mind – Gert had grabbed his hoodie and made his way out of town on foot. It was quite a walk but it did release some of the pain from a very harsh collision with their defensive midfield – any giggling about an all-female team left after the analysis was immediately down the drain when Abanhfleft made clear who was boss in the first few minutes, refusing to release that position any moment later.

Having made his way through worn out workers boroughs and shady backstreets, it seemed almost accidental how Stalhof ended up in a more uptown place. Nonetheless, the unforgiving forces of time had already done their bit on this part of town, the yellowed paint a silent witness to that lost battle. The mansions certainly had a grandeur not too long ago but now it seemed to have fled along with the businessmen who once possessed them. And as such, they were left in a strange juxtaposition between low-level managers crawling for a higher pay scale and the richer part of the alternative scene.

As per usual, Gert could hear the sound already from a block away – a jazzy tune, probably brought live by a youngster with a far too expensive instrument, whose father ensured him of enough cashflow to waste his obvious talent. Every once and a while, he would stay at the bar on the ground floor for a drink or two, entertaining himself by ogling the arty visitors who tried so hard to give themselves a pose it became laughable. But today, as per usual, he immediately paced through the establishment to the back door. The bouncer knew him well enough by now that even without as much as a blink, he opened up the gates to the cave of Ali Baba.

The saxophone was immediately replaced by pounding house, just tuned up loud enough so you could let yourself drift into the repetitive pace without making it impossible to order a drink. And another drink. And another one. The combined talent for mixing from the house dj and the bartender allowed Gert to get into the zone he was aiming for in less than half an hour – letting go of any realisation. That he was supposed to be a professional sportsman. That he had created nearly nothing against Abanhfleft. That… Like pulling the plug on a bath, it all disappeared.

[Red Blackiland]

Red Blackiland Sports and Off-topic Chronicles

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A Vernissage

Red Blackiland 0-0 Kernansquillec // Disappointing draw in the second match

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Author : Mathias Gërdorffen

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Took the waiter was close and took another whiskey. He turned, saw a tray of snacks go next door and zumpf! - Delivered the two-shrimp straws. They were delicious.
Meanwhile, the hubbub of the big room can be barely noticed the artist, camouflaged among garrulous guests. His paintings seemed forgotten in the cold white walls. One in particular was so lost there in the background, little from a huge nature red-green dead and a bare-violet cream outrageous, it had everything to feel the foundling son of a magnanimous father.
Red wine divinely accompanied the drumstick stuffed with cottage cheese, but maybe it was time to eat another little patty of palmetto.
And just when he was about to decide the continuation of a very pleasant evening it was that just noticing that ugly duckling squeezed between two portents. Such a sad and pale comic did not live up to that myriad masterpieces.
We came closer to the squalid aberration. When trying to fix the glasses to ensure that the signature that insignificance was the same that adorned all the beauty around, fumbled, and a tiny bit of red liquid jumped the cup to the screen already sullied colors that did not match each other. quickly pulled out his handkerchief and thinking of nothing but to restore the old mediocrity that insipid landscape, made the discovery that spoiled the taste of canapés so excellent that had fallen into her stomach: the estampazinha was a newly finished oil, perhaps the ultimate work done hastily, that the artist had prepared for his presentation.
Later, when the gibberish had dissipated, a few more attentive guests praised the painter's audacity to express their feelings in such strong colors and features so distorted. Someone even point the blurred rectangle victim of the Dionysian attack as perfect example of mastery.
The next day, despite the hangover, my head still hurting and upset stomach (that damn shrimp straw!), Felt a touch of pride to have given a small, unpretentious contribution to modern art.

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An cold 0-0 draw with Kernansquillec at home

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The party before the ball rolling in Redinxson was the most beautiful ever seen in qualifying or in any other league. Money also brings beauty and joy. But it takes the soul that saw the stands of the stadium. The heat that the fans put in cold Peter team. Too bad the staff did not know how to show it all as principal in the second match of the qualifiers, the group 2. Against Kernansquillec had a bad debut, but the team did not know how to take advantage of the opponent time.

Pyroshow of RB Ultras in the match against Kernansquillec

The problem is that this fortress commanded by his kingship Harry Broudant not had the nightmare of Red Blackiland before the goalkeeper opponent Hector Ferly. Felipe Schwartz (you can call him as Felipinho) not played against Sargossa. He was out in the balanced game. Starting most studied and thought that well played. And it could have been decided in the end local pro team were not three major defenses Ferly.
The score was fair. Most just. Red Blackiland was not competent in the submissions and had problems in the last pass in the first minutes of the game. And always dangerous to any team as Red Blackiland who really wants to aspire to something in the competition have tie like those of today. Now, Red Blackiland will face The Isles of Avon away, in Gateway Stadium in Stratosphere City, the Federation of Isles of Avon allowed 20,000 Red Blackilandian fans to watch the match from the away section. Here we go!

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Las Mafias I - First Mission

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Las Mafias I - Buy your game now!

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Opening Prologue

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Opening Prologue is the opening cutscene of Las Mafias I that gives you background information on the game and leads you into the first chapter. The game opens on a rainy october night in 2050. Deliz sits in a darkened run down apartment, smoking a cigarette and looking through old family photo albums while reminiscing about his life. He was born in Lulai, Paymina in 2024 to Hugo Deliz and Henrieta Deliz and sisters Paola and Manuela. He remembers very little of his life back then, only that they were pretty hard up. One day his father decided it was time to move away, so he took the family across the ocean to start a new life in San José Guayabal.

Deliz arrested

Arriving by ship in 2034, nine-year-old Deliz had never seen anything as fantastic or beautiful as Vladivostok-Alianza landscapes. His amazement quickly turned to disappointment as they arrived at their new home, a filthy rat infested apartment in the poor area of the immigrant/docks neighborhood Admirala Fokina. Their Guayabalense ream seemed more like a nightmare. His father took a back-breaking job at the port for the man who arranged their family's immigration, but what little money Hugo made he mostly spent on booze. Eventually Deniz was placed in an Guayabalense school to learn Guayabalense and Spanish and that's where he met Berto Tejeda.
Over time the two became best friends. Since they were both poor and work was scarce, they turned to a life of petty crime to get by. While robbing a jewelry store in 2042, the pair were spotted and chased by police; Tejeda managed to get away but Deniz was caught and arrested. San José Guayabal was at war and the Army was looking for men who spoke Tatar and Urdu (Paymina's languages) or the coming invasion of Lulai. Given the choice of going to jail or going to war, Deliz chose the latter. Who says you can't return to home?

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Chapter 1 - The old land

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The Old Land is the 1st chapter in Las Mafias I, taking place in Lulai,Paymina during Corvidae War. Deliz is assigned to 325th Halcones Division (Parachute Infantry) the who were supposed to be dropped over southern Lulai in August 11, 2047, but their plane was hit by flak and they had to bail out behind enemy lines. With the help of the local resistance, Deliz, an soldier, and the private Facundo Tagliafico survived. Soon after, Lex Crowley's soldiers came into the industrial-port town of Vladivostok Alliance and started rounding everybody up, so Deliz and his men decided to return the favor.

Defeat Corvidae's soldiers in the invasion of Lulai

As the town's citizens are about to be executed, Deliz and his squad overtake the Corvidae's soldiers and Syndicatians and storm the town hall to rescue the remaining prisoners. They quickly learn there are more soldiers on the way, so as soon as they clear the building, they use it as cover to take out the approaching men. While Deliz and his squad put up a good fight, they are soon overpowered and knocked unconscious by a shell fired from a Felixian Nabar (a self-propelled artillery vehicle). Corvidae soldiers quickly retake the building and begin killing everyone inside. Just as one was about to shoot Deliz, they were interrupted by Su-Kwan Neol, head of the Lulai mob, who rolls into town in an Guayabalense Tank.

Movimentation of Deliz and his squad in Lulai

The Don Su-Kwan tells them that the Guayabalenses have come to liberate them from ''Corvidae's tyranny'', and if they lay down their weapons and surrender now, they can go home to their families that day. They oblige. This was Deliz's first real taste of the power the Mafia holds.

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Walkthrough - Mechanics and Turorials

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Being the first mission and chapter, it's used as a tutorial. In it you will learn the basics of weapons like firing, reloading, using grenades, picking up additional weapons and ammo, and using a mounted Guayabalense AK-47. You will also learn the mechanics of taking cover, climbing, and kicking in doors, as well as the fight system. When the opening cutscene ends you will be instructed to take the shot. Take aim at any soldier and fire; once you do your remaining squad and the resistance will join in. Take out the soldiers in the town square, then approach the front of the town hall, where you will be prompted to climb through the open window.
Once inside you will be overwhelmed by machine-gun fire through a window on the left. Take cover next to that and you will be prompted to equip and throw a grenade. A short cutscene will play showing the grenade landing in a box of mortar rounds, causing a large explosion and knocking you down. Make your way into the next room, where you may pick up extra weapons and ammo on the table. When you're ready, take cover by the door and your squad mate will kick it in. Make your way through this room and the upper level until you get a prompt to kick in a door. Inside you will find a soldier holding a prisoner as a human shield, so you'll need to take him out with a head shot.
You will now be instructed to follow Private Tagliafico to the balcony, where you will come under heavy fire from below. Take out as many soldiers as you can until Tagliafico moves forward and a soldier bursts through a door, knocking Tagliafico off the balcony. Head inside and you will get your final tutorial prompt of the level, to use the Guayabalense AK-47. Once you do, begin firing at the soldiers and vehicles below. After a short while the already said Felixian Nabar will roll into the square and fire a shell into the building, knocking you out. The final cutscene of the chapter will begin and you will receive an achievement.