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Bears Armed
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Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Bears Armed » Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:26 am

“A draw? A little bit disappointing, that...”

“Hwell, Sargossa were hrreally trying there: After all, they obviously didn’t want to go home with no points at all, and they had already been favouring all-out offence during this tournament anyhows.”

“I know that, and it wasn’t as though our own team weren’t trying, neither... but maybeso Urra should have relied more on the usual
‘first team’ line-up instead of giving such a high share of the game-time to players who are usually substitutes — or even reserves — instead?”

“Maybeso, but that was her choice to make: Hokay, so maybe it might have cost us a couple of points, but she already knew that the Belles had definitely topped the group and so — even if our girls “only” managing a draw hrrather than a win yesterday influences our KPB Points hrrating slightly — it wouldn’t nor hasn’t hrreally harmed the Belles’ progress through this competition at all... and the fact that some of our ‘starters’ have had a bit of a rest before their next match might even help us some...”

“Hr’rmm, hwell maybeso...
“So, anyhows, with The Babbage Islands having beaten Chetkosk over in ‘Group G’ by a higher margin than Akbarabad did Taeshan, it’s the BumbleBees for the Belles to face next.”

“Ayyuh. Should be an interesting match to watch, that, bearing in mind hwhat our previous games against them have been like.”

“For true! And if it’s our girls who win that match, then not only will they go onwards into the
quarter-finals but they will win the ’Golden Honeycomb’ trophy too!”

“Ayyuh... Although, bearing in mind that the
inaugural contest for that prize last year was actually a drawn game, could you explain hwhy the Babbagees were given it back then?”

“Sure. They got it because that was hwhat the agreed rules said: On a tie, it went to the ‘away’ team...”

“Ah. Hokay, I hear.
“Ur’rmm, but hwhat happens if we ever draw with them in a game that’s being played on neutral soil?”

“Hwell, that can’t happen this time around of course, bearing in mind that we’re now in the Cup’s knockout rounds, but if that situation ever does occur then the deal is that hwhichever side was already holding the Honeycomb before that match took place would keep it.”

“Fair enough.”

“Hr’rmm, so our girls are to meet them at a stadium that’s called the
‘Stadion Nom-Nom’? I wonder whether the place is sponsored by a restaurant chain of some kind...”

“Maybeso the term 'Nom-nom' doesn’t actually mean the same in the local language — hwhatchamacallit, ‘Valhallan’ — as it does in Ursine?”

“Hwell, maybeso, but I’m still curious about the possibility...”




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(From the book 'Rhyme and Reason: The Origins of Cubhood Verses', by Dr Urrth'hra o MerryHeart_)


'Full Three-Eights of BlueBirds'


"Sing a song of sixpence, a bottle full of Rye;
Full threeEights of ‘Blue-Birds’, baked into a pie:
Hwhen the crust was ready, someone began to sing;
Wasn’t that a lovely dish to set before a king?

"The king was in his law-court, banning hwhat was funny;
The queen was in her still-room, poisoning some honey;
The prince was in the torment-house, questioning some foes;
When in there flew a big black bird, that pecked off his big nose.

"Sing a song of sixpence, a stronghold full of lies;
Trying to bake heroes, hrreally isn’t wise:
When the pie was opened, their blades began to swing;
Wasn’t that a proper dish to serve the tyrant king?”



This nursery-rhyme, which originated amongst Clan Artorran but has since become verry widely known, refers to an incident that occurred during the history of that clan's ancient beforebears and that is actually mentioned in The Holy Beeble: A short account is given in the book Sermharn III (chapter & verses: 17.4-17.6), whilst a fuller version is actually the main subject of the 'Book of Effrorronh' although the latter has traditionally been regarded as less authoritative than the more canonical works and is therefore placed in the section labelled 'Apocrafurh' hrrather than in the New Testament itself alongside the first of those two Books. The events in question date from the successful revolution that the prophet Sermharn Kattbarr led to overthrow King Harrod Antagonistes, and to expel the forces of the latter's Romaine overlords from the island of Bruttain, and the ‘BlueBirds involved were a band of warriors who are credited with actually slaying Harrod. That name comes from the sky-blue cloaks that they all wore, which had been a part of their livery as household troops to Queen Brigatta of the Iseenem tribe before she and many of their old colleagues were treacherously slain by Harrod’s men at a meeting that had been arranged as a peace conference: They themselves were absent from that occasion because she had assigned them as escorts for a large offering that she was sending to a major temple of Mother Nature, and seeking revenge for those murders was one of the main reasons why they had joined Sermharn’s rebels.



1) “Sing a song of sixpence, a bottle full of Rye”

According to the story Harrod had declared a bounty for killing or capturing the BlueBirds, and they were betrayed to his forces by a former associate in exchange for a mixture of coinage and material goods... although in fact not with any Rye Whiskey included in the deal, because that drink wasn’t actually invented until yonkhs later on.


2) “Full threeEights of ‘Blue-Birds’, baked into a pie”

According to not only this story but several other accounts too Harrod had already had at least two other batches of his captured opponents cooked and — although he apparently wasn’t quite so far descended in sin as to have turned non-consensual cannibals — served to the Hundish mercenaries upon whom he relied as bodyguards. They would presumably have been cleaned and de-furred, but were then sent for cooking while still alive!


3) “When the crust was ready, someone began to sing”

That was at least some of the BlueBirds, singing a hum in praise of the Great Bear.


4) “Wasn’t that a lovely dish to set before a king?

This line is presumably intended as sarcasm.


5) “The king was in his law-court, banning hwhat was funny”

Harrod tried to ban, or at least to restrict, most forms of public merrymaking... presumably in case the gatherings involved were used as a cover for plotting or even the start of uprisings against his authority. Presumably the verse says “funny” hrrather than the more appropriate “fun” simply because that scans better.


6) ”The queen was in her still-room, poisoning some honey;”

Harrod’s chief wife, Queen Grarrkh, is reputed to have beem a wicked witch, and to have disposed of several enemies by poisoning them in various ways.


7) “The prince was in the torment-house, questioning some foes”

This would probably have Larruck, Grarrkh’s son by a previous marriage, who was known for his interest in finding ways to make enemies reveal information
(OOC: even though Bears aren’t verry susceptible to torture...) and who is therefore sometimes referred to in old stories and songs as ‘The Prince of Wails’.


10) “When in there flew a big black bird, that pecked off his big nose.”

Raven Himself manifested, as a messenger from The Great Bear, to end that interrogation.


11) “Sing a song of sixpence, a stronghold full of lies”

Self-obvious, hrright?


12-14) “Trying to bake heroes, hrreally isn’t wise:
When the pie was opened, their blades began to swing;
Wasn’t that a proper dish to serve the tyrant king?”


Miraculously, despite the cooking process all of the ‘BlueBirds’ were still alive and unhramed when the huge pie that contained them (Or maybeso a set of smaller pies that did so, maybeso even one per BlueBird? Admittedly not actually what the book says, but it does seem more likely on practical grounds...) was brought into Harrod’s main hall to be dished-up to the Hunds. Harrod had ordered that their weapons should be attached to the sides of the pie-dish as a trophy, and when the crust was removed the BlueBirds all leaped out, grabbed those arms, and attacked... Harrod himself and most of his Hunds perished in that onslaught, although Grarrkh and Lurrack both escaped, but all of the BlueBirds fell during that fight as well.
The threeEights of BlueBirds : Honour to their names!



OOC notes

Clan Artorran was founded by the Ursine group that brought the religion of 'Ursionity' to Bears Armed back in Medieval times.
(They also introduced feudalism, horse-riding, mail armour, castle-building, and some other concepts...)

The Holy Beeble is Ursionity's 'holy book', and its name comes from the same etymological source (although in a diffferent Reality) to that of the Christians' 'Bible'.

Sermharn Kattbarr was one of the main leaders of Ursionity in the generation following the life, death, resurrection, and ascension into heaven, of that religion's 'Christ' equivalent Artos Ursios... whose son he is generally accepted to have been.

King Harrod Antagonistes was the ruler of an Ursine people called the Bulgae, whose lands spread across large parts of southern Bruttain (i.e. that reality's version of Great Britain) but who was subject to the Romain empire that was based on — and controlled quite a bit of — mainland Europe.
(No, the ancient Romaines weren't sapient lettuces: The variety of lettuce is actually named after them, because they planted it across their domains as a staple foodstuff. What they actually were was sapient Rabbits, not quite as large as Ursines (on average) but very numerous and well-organised. Their main language was called 'Lapin'.
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Alasdair I Frosticus
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Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Alasdair I Frosticus » Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:04 am

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Kagdazka and Pazhujebu
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Postby Kagdazka and Pazhujebu » Sun Apr 22, 2012 1:46 pm

OOC: This RP is made 1,000,000 times funnier by listening to this in the background. Then again, every RP is funnier with stuffy-rich-people-style Baroque music in the background...

Dear Mr. Horace D. Guffington,

It is with deepest regret that I must write to inform you that your reservation at our esteemed lodge, the Hotel Grande Arcticala, has been cancelled.

We appreciate your business with the highest respect. Please understand that the abandonment of your booking was undertaken with the utmost seriousness. It was indeed a grave emergency, a most extraordinary circumstance, that resulted in this regreattable event. We hope it is communicated to you that such actions are not taken flippantly. Please respond with any concerns.

If you are willing, we at the Hotel Grande Arcticala may be able to offer you a reservation at a greatly reduced rate 43 days subsequent to your prior arrangement, and will rescind our previous "No Wild Animal Pets" policy for you and you alone.

Sincerely,
-Kristofer Kontalroma, Manager of Hotel Grande Arcticala

Dear Idiot,

I must confess, I write to you with disdain surely incommunicable by means of written letter. Your establishment must surely be one of great squalor to cancel the hotel reservation of such an esteemed individual as myself. However, given that you do not know my proper title, it is understandable that you should brush me aside as though I were a simple serf.

However, I must protest. I did not spend seven years in medical school to be referred to by the vile standard "Mister." I did not build a multi-billion dollar fortune selling vaginal sore relief cream in New Montreal States to be referred to by the vile standard "Mister." It is Doctor, you imbecile!

I demand, with immediacy, to be told what so-called 'emergency' brought about this most scandalous of cancellations. You are aware, I am sure, that my wife and I were to occupy the Luxury V.I.P. suite at your establishment, for the purposes of her antique doll convention, taking place in Vilita as we speak. (I, for purposes of propriety, was not to attend said convention, but had been quite set on rambling about on the town, drifting from local bar to local bar, drinking myself silly.) What, I again demand to know, could possibly so important as to disrupt my wife's hobby (which, I should add, is the only antidote to her crippling depression... this woman has attempted to kill herself seven times now)? What, I again demand to know, could possibly be so important as to disrupt my jolly-making about the streets of your pathetic home town?

With regard,
-Horace D. Guffington, New Montrealais Vaginal Cream Mogul

Dear Doctor Guffington,

I am indisposed to reveal the specific reservation arrangements of other clients, however, given your stature and your outrage, I do feel compelled to reveal to you the cause of this most unfortunate disruption.

You see, the 59th World Cup is currently taking place here in Vilita, which, while surely being nowhere near the spellbinding event that your wife's antique doll convention would have been, is quite a well-followed event by the boorish plebeians of the globe. And, within the minor events of this meddlesome tournament, the Kagdazka and Pazhujebu national team recently advanced to the Round of Sixteen.

This happening, the probability of which was quite slim due to the "Group of Death" moniker that was oft used to describe the group into which the Urchins (as they are known) were drawn, brought about the sad reclamation of your V.I.P. suite. You see, upon hearing that his nation's team had made it to the next round after they defeated the Bostopians, the Prime Minister of Kagdazka and Pazhujebu, the most esteemed Mister Enavada Eherebhimi, had his personal Head of Staff get in touch with this hotel for the purposes of arranging a room so that he might travel here to Vilita to watch his team play Cosumar in the next round.

Given the circumstances, you must surely understand the importance of offering the room to a sitting Head of Government, albeit one from such an insignificant nation as Kagdazka and Pazhujebu.

Sincerely,
-Kristofer Kontalroma, Manager of Hotel Grande Arcticala

P.S. It is undoubtedly of minor consolation for you to hear this, but the consumption of alcohol is actually prohibited in Vilita, so your plans to 'drink yourself silly' would have been moot anyway.

Dear Retard,

No, I most certainly do not understand the importance of your decision!

You write with a tone which implies I have never heard of the World Cup! I most certainly have. I watched Kagdazka and Pazhujebu's victory over Bostopia on the television, you know. I saw the PK-thingy in the first quarter that made Bostopia go in front. And I saw that Sajid girl who'd been introduced as a substitute when she kicked the ball in the net to tie the game. And I saw the other PK-thingy that Bostopia had another one of, but the player got stoned by the KagPaWhatever goalkeeper. I even saw that goal the blue-haired bimbo scored with six minutes left to seal her team's berth in the next round. I saw those drooling dipshits screaming their heads off on the television, all wearing that horrid shade of... whatever they call it... wisteria, I guess.

Ugh. I shudder to even think about it. It was raining at the golf course, that's all I will say. They had the game on, I suppose because I was in New Montreal States and the locals wanted K&P to lose. Anyway, I've gotten sidetracked! I'm still furious with you!

Whether I am aware of this World Cup nonsense or not is entirely beside the point. You, sir, and your grungiest of grungy establishments, shall be blacklisted for all eternity! What kind of excuse is "the Prime Minister of some backwater country wants your V.I.P. suite for his sports tournament, sorry?" I don't care if Tiberius Starblayde showed up with a platoon of hungry gnomes armed with shotguns; where I come from, we honor our hotel reservations!!!

Don't bother responding,
-Horace D. Guffington, New Montrealais Vaginal Cream Mogul


K&P Tournament Statistics

GOALS

Aghimaqaj 1
Mizirov 1
Oujadda 1
Sajid 1

CAUTIONS

Aghimaqaj 1
Pudibhišu 1
Turov 1

EXPULSIONS

Pudibhišu 1 suspension (via expulsion) served on MD 2

K&P Starting XI for Next Match

Voropaev

Andropov Bhara Mizirov
Klossovskaya Makureru
| Jujazhedhi Winogradsky Aghimaqaj |
| |
V Oujadda Sajid V
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Postby Vilita » Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:25 pm


The fans were leaving the Arcticala Electrical Stadium after a marvelous night of play that saw the #1 team in the World, Aguazul, fall to the inspired, but eliminated, Archregimancy. The mood in both locker rooms was bittersweet. For The Archregimancy, just one World Cup Cycle removed from having missed the tournament completely, they had not only qualified for World Cup 59, but they had just upset the #1 team in the World, and two-time defending World Cup Champions. The mood in the locker room reflected the magnitude of their accomplishment, but, also reflected the fact that, as they had lost their first two group stage matches, they were going home at the end of the day.

For Aguazul, the mood was somewhat bitter, having been upended by a team they would consider weaker than they. Their quest for perfection was over, but their quest for a third straight World Cup victory would continue, as they were moving on to the Second round as winners of Group B.

As the celebrations subsided, The monks of the Archregimancy packed their equipment onto the bus and prepared to head for the hotel. The last player in the locker room was none other than Father Laurence the Recluse, signing autographs for the staff at Arcticala Electrical Stadium while listening to his beatz. As he left the locker room, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder.


"Not so fast" the voice said, and Fr Laurence turned around. "You're the Monkey Man, aren't you?"

"Sup 'slice" Fr Laurence responded to the two men wearing dark teal suits with Orange ties, "Da name's MC Monky L-Man yo, thats me."

"Sure" the teal suit responded "Thats all well and good, how'd you like to stick around in Vilita for a little while longer?"

"Whatcha be havin' in mind for the L-man?"

"We'd like you to perform at the Tivali Ring Stadium next week."

"You've got my interest" Fr Laurence responded "And the catch is?" MC Monky L-man was no fool, and could tell the two suits had an alterior motive in mind...

"The catch is, you've just orchestrated a remarkable victory over the top team in the NSverse. We need you to teach us how you did it. And teach us fast."

"Is that a challenge?" MC Monky L-Man queried "I'm always up for a challenge, 'specially if I be rapping mah singles on the World Stage."

"So its a deal?"

"fo-sho!" MC Monky L-Man put his bag back on his shoulder and put his headphones back on "Ima be at the hotel, send a ride in the morning, we can workkit"


The two suits walked back down a dark corridor under the Arcticala Electrical stadium, satisfied that they had their man - had the secret weapon they needed to take on the #1 team in the World - and the perfect story to explain why MC Monky L-Man would be seen at the Tivali Ring Stadium every day up until the match. Only one thing worried them. Well, maybe two. First, is this rapping monk really going to be able to share the secrets the Vilita national Team needed to take down the two time defending World Cup Champions? Second, is this monk any good at rapping?

Over the next days, Fr MC Monky L-Man held up his end of the bargain, meeting with Vilita National Team head coaches daily to familiarize himself with the players they had available to them, and how they could use those players in the Archregimancy tactical system to provide the best possibility of a result against Aguazul in the second round.

There was a disruption one morning when Princess Sofia and Kissy Dallas apparently got wind that MC Monky L-man was spotted at the Tivali Ring Stadium. The Jeruselem duo camped outside the Tivali Ring Stadium entrance waiting for a glimpse at Fr Laurence, Kissy Dallas even had a sign in her possession saying "I WANT MC MONKY BABIES".

The Naked News Jeruselem representatives were eventually asked to leave Tivali Ring Stadium property as they could not, when asked, produce their press credentials as they were clad at the time only in bikini bottoms. It did, however, appear that the security guards were taking their sweet time escorting them back to their rides.

As they day of the match arrived, MC Monky L-Man wished the Vilitan team the best of luck in slaying the Aguazul Dragon for the second time in National History.

As MC Monky L-Man prepared for his Tivali Ring Rap, coaches Wrice and Massa finalized their game plan. The coaches would certainly be looking to VOIA for guidance on whether Merlin Salomon would be starting for Aguazul, knowledge that could shape which players they would choose in their own lineup. World Cup 57 phenom Kristofer Kilpter, Salomon's teammate in Cednia Beach, had been left out of the squad in all three of Vilita's group stage matches, but was rumored to have been told that he would at least be on the bench for the crucial clash.

Coaches Wrice and Massa stopped arguing, penciled in a lineup, and relaxed. In a few hours, it would all be over. First, however, they had to go listen to some monk Rap.


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Postby Chetkosk » Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:30 pm

Excerpts from Yev's Diary.

Well, I don't know what I expected.
If I'm honest, it went quite well, better than it could have been anyway. There's not a lot of ways that being arrested can be spun to make it sound positive. She could have tried though.
Anna is like no journalist I've ever met - I typically don't see eye to eye with the media, and this is true even more so with her, but she also gives me this impression that she just, "get's" me, more than the others. The Byshovetsiy regime is lost on the masses, but I might be able to convert her to my way of thinking in time.
Pyotr's notes on the first half of the game have come in handy though, having missed it myself. Sorting out the squad for our first delve into the knock-outs of the World Cup finals is a big task, and one that will undoubtedly result in either a pot o' gold for me if we go even further, or a poisoned chalice if we go out at this stage. Because that's what the public are like. A loss is a loss is a loss, and they take that over any advances compared to previous years.

...

Puzin is restless, and I don't blame him. He's been an absolute star filling Torbinskiy's shoes and the wait for the next game is getting to him. My joke suggestion to Pyotr that we sedate the lad for a few hours went down like a lead balloon, as always. It's the Pyotr Paradox - jokes both go down like lead balloons AND fly over his head.

...

Manager's Log - stardate 823745.. Paha, I can't keep that up.
Pyotr confiscated my notebook for a while, said I was "plotting something". I have no idea what he was talking about. Of course, I ripped those pages out before he managed to separate me from it. Time to put the plot into action...

...

Stole Pyotr's pen. Baaaaaad move, he took it far worse than expected, I should have thought this through.

...

Tavelling to the stadium, it feels like there's a lot more riding on this than our previous game. It's the same sport, the same 90 minutes, but it just feels so different. I'm replacing Simiertino with Gromyko for this one. He still has a lot to prove, but I think Alexey is showing signs of flagging a bit. If there's anything that my many years managing this squad have taught me, it's that my gut feelings and doubts about a player's form are not to be taken lightly.

...

I think I might give Pyotr his pen back now, he barely says a word to me in front of the squad anyway, but somehow he's made the silence incredibly icy. Jeeeeez, talk about Pyotr Paradox.
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Postby Krytenia » Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:39 pm

Rubio Sanchez' day was going well. He still had an hour or so before his meeting with Jeremy Jaffacake, and still being young, his hangover was drifting away nicely. He poured himself a coffee, opened his laptop, set up his mini-printer (black ink only, but it fit nicely into his hand luggage), and took a travel chess set out of his bag.

Chess was a long-time pastime of Rubio's. His older brother had taught him the basics as a child, and he was fascinated by the game. He could probably have made grandmaster if he'd turned it into a career; journalism paid better, though. Besides, who wants to turn their hobby into work? Certainly not me, Rubio mused as he opened up his e-mails.

First up, the Post's chess problem for tomorrow's lifestyle pages, e-mailed to him, as always, by Tom in the office. He printed it out, deciding to come back to it later. That left two unread e-mails, both of which he also knew would be chess-related. He opened the next; it was from Sally, a friend from university he played remote chess with. A quick update of what was going on in her life (she'd got a promotion at her insurance job. Good for her) and the next move; Nf3. Rubio chuckled, and immediately sent back the reply of b5. The Polish Defence Deferred.

Of course, that wasn't what his brother had called it. "The Cake and Pie Attack", he would name it, explaining that Black would keep White's attention on the centre of the board, then "pie him in the face" with an attack on the big guns whilst White was distracted. Rubio's thoughts turned to Jack Creighton, the prickly customer who would be receiving the mother of all pies...but not quite yet. The Cake and Pie Deferred.

The last e-mail was another e-mail chess game in its early stages, and the fifth move; Nc6. Rubio smiled, e-mailed his fifth move (g6), and let his mind wander again. The Sicilian Defence, Dragon Variation.

The Sicilian, according to his brother, was not a show of naked aggression; it was a complicated mating dance with both players baring teeth and arching backs without a blow being struck...merely intimidating their opponent into blinking first. This, he thought, was how Jeremy and Rami got through their days. Never really attempting to take one another down, but simply forcing the other to submit to their superior will. If that's the case, a voice in Rubio's brain thought, Jeremy will never have the upper hand. Willpower, after all, was not one of the Audioslavian's strong suits.

Rubio looked at the clock; 3:55pm. He packed up his mini-printer and laptop, neatly folded the chess problem into a pocket for later, and went down to meet Jeremy.
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Postby Polar Islandstates » Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:05 pm

CUTOFF for the first four second round matches.
Scores

ALSO
CUTOFF for the last four second round matches.


Congratulations to the victors, commiserations to those who will go no further.
The quarter final match-ups will therefore be...

Kagdazka and Pazhujebu v Jeruselem (National View Stadium, Morata Valley)
Valanora v Aguazul (Colonial Field, Sile)
Andossa Se Mitrin Vega v Krytenia (Landstadt Stadion, Franz Josef City)
The Babbage Islands v Jeru FC (Millerntor Arena, St Paul)
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Postby Jeruselem » Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:19 pm

Jeruselem Government News

Princesses > Knights

Jeruselem advanced to the quarterfinal of the World Cup 59 with an inspired 3-0 win over the Knights from Saugeais. Normally Jeruselem would crash out to an opponent like the Elves or some uber top team but this time round Jeruselem got there. The girls from Jeru FC made hard work of it but they prevailed over Erathore 1-0.

Princess Sofia was unusually fired up for the game but then a spot in the final 8 was at stake. It was revealed later some people at home had called her a bad mother for not going home to bury her husband.

The Princess hit back at her critics
"I'm sure most people understand I have a war to win. We're still in it the cup. I'm leading my troops now. I can't abandon them now in our hour of need. A leader can't just run from the battlefield. Hubby knows our dream of winning a world cup. He knows it's not something easily won."

Coach Ally Salamida said
"Things are going well. Yes we were lucky to make to the 2nd round but we all need luck. Everyone has a job to do and we can't afford to slack now. Kagdazka and Pazhujebu are up next, and they are sure to be a difficult opponent. We're lucky we did not face Valanora or Aguazul though. The Jeru FC girls have far more difficult assignment with The Babbage Islands."

When asked about K&P, Princess Sofia said
"I hope they aren't all like that Natasha and Fusia on that cheese show. I mean, that's a weird show. I have no idea what they talk about most of the time. I'm sure they aren't all like that. Yes, I have no idea what those two were like as football players as well."
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Postby Andossa Se Mitrin Vega » Sun Apr 22, 2012 6:49 pm

Sea Dragons Survive War - Get Krytenia As Reward

Bereqii grimaced as the trainer applied the ice pack to her bruised calf. She had managed to play the final 39 minutes with the contusion that seemingly covered the back of her leg from knee to ankle. But now that the match was over, she could barely manage to stand. The Polarian physician gad agreed with the Sea Dragon’s own doctor in determining she should have an MRI once the bruising let up a bit. Hopefully it was simply a bruise and not anything more serious. She glanced around the training room and saw more than one tired and battered face staring back.

Jonasei was having cramps in his own calves massaged. In extra time he had collapsed as they knotted up and everyone in the stadium could see the painful determination he showed as he came out and put the Sea Dragons ahead in the pens.

Laia frowned, trying hard not to show any pain as a seven inch cut in her thigh was carefully being sewn together. That had been the result of a high booted tackle that left her sidelined for the final minutes of extra time and the resulting pens. Even she did not think that it had been an intentional act by Alexsandr van Sorensen. Iut was simply that one hundred and seventeen minutes into a very physical and grueling match everyone’s form began to break down.

A broken nose for Ombar. A Twisted knee from Kylek that would also see an MRI. Stomped fongers for Sanlioch that were somehow unbroken. Back spasms for Apaok. And the list went on. The only consolation Berqii could find was that the Polarians would be nursing wounds of their own. Today, in this match, she had found a common focus with an enemy on the pitch. Today she had found respect for the Polarians and their style of play which was an even match for the one employed by the Sea Dragons.

She thought of the Quarterfinal match to come against Krytenia. Six truly elite nations in the World Cup. And the Aces would be looking for a return trip to the World Cup Finals. The names were legendary in the Draggonnii Socialist Empire. Alan Keys. Derek Agogo. Peter Southern. Valruncion. And more. Although Valruncion was known to many players on the Sea Dragons side from his final campaign as a Starblaydi. The Sea Dragons had won the battle that day as they escaped with a victory that left Jonasei Ariq’alara posterized as a symbol of Starblaydia’s demise. Perhaps he would remember that match and second guess his own efforts. And maybe pigs would fly as well.

But the first order of business for Bereqii and the Sea Dragons was to get healthy and be physically ready to face their toughest opponent yet.
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Postby Jeruselem » Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:40 pm

Princess Sofia's Blog

Thanks for messages everyone, except those who think they know better. The military folk have been supportive because they really understand. Some people wrote in asking why marry a miltary man when you know he could die as well. That's a stupid question. Love is love, ya know. Yes, he had a dangerous job but then someone could die in car crash as easily as. So it is a dumb question. And then some say, don't fret he was just another Jews. I mean ... what's that? Obviously they don't like jews. Sow the seeds of hate, and it's going come back to bite you.

Don't you worry about the kids. They have grandmothers, aunts, cousins, nieces ... you know, a lot of relatives to take care of them. It's not like they have no family. It's exactly why we have family, someone to support one in their darker days. Yes I know family can be pain and you choose your family, but you have live with what you have.

It's not being easy this cup. Mind you, it was easier than the last one. Getting into top 8 is great but I'm not here just to get into the quarters, we're here to take the cup home. I've been watching that cheese show from K&P. So I can learn something about the K&P team. Really not sure it's a comedy, a debate show, a chat show or a reality TV show. Anyway, I guess people watch it because the hosts are really interesting and don't seem to like each other.

I've been invited to be in Dancing with the Stars later this year. I don't know to accept yet. Dancing isn't my thing really. It's all rather technical stuff and not great on knees either. I'm not getting any younger either. Sure 90 minutes of football isn't good for you either but you're not always moving around in that 90 minutes. I've twisted my knee dancing once, so I don't know.
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Postby Jeru FC » Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:01 am

Jeru FC assistant coach Princess Shay and Jayden Jaffer ...

Shay: Jayden, you remind me of someone.
Jayden: Good or bad?
Shay: Well, depends what you think of this person.
Jayden: Who is it?
Shay: My aunt Princess Marie-Antoinette Dallas
Jayden: There's nothing wrong with her.

Shay: I'd thought you say that.
Jayden: I suppose.
Shay: You just watch your, don't want any fights on the field.
Jayden: I never start them!
Shay: It doesn't matter, we don't need people getting send off.
Jayden: That's just part of life

Shay: Just avoid it as much as possible.
Jayden: I'm not to blame, most of the time.
Shay: You're not exactly the nicest tackler on the field.
Jayden: You gotta get in hard and do the job.
Shay: I know but do take care.
Jayden: Free kicks are for girls.

Shay: You are girl.
Jayden: Hang on, oh yes.
Shay: And getting angry at the ref doesn't really help.
Jayden: But you Dallas girls do it!
Shay: Hey, that's only the crazy part of the family.
Jayden: The dragon kids?

Shay: Helena, Sofia, and Sofia's kids.
Jayden: I just wish I had more looks.
Shay: You're not exactly ugly?
Jayden: I'm too skinny.
Shay: Then do stuff like weights and hit the gym.
Jayden: I don't have natural curves.

Shay: Nevermind, I'm sure you'll manage fine.
Jayden: Hey, why are we getting tested for being pregnant?
Shay: Because sometimes you don't know.
Jayden: I'm no harlot.
Shay: Accidents happen Jayden.
Jayden: I suppose they do.

Shay: We have them all the time.
Jayden: Isn't there a thing called planned parenthood.
Shay: Doesn't happen with us.
Jayden: Well, it's too soon for me. I can't afford kids.
Shay: I know.
Jayden: How are your little mangos?

Shay: Um, being little Mangos.
Jayden: More on the way?
Shay: Too busy, far too busy.

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Postby The Babbage Islands » Mon Apr 23, 2012 4:09 am

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The Halftime Show: The Babbage Islands v Bears Armed


Julie Sheridan: Good evening, and welcome to half time of the second round World Cup match between the Bumblebees of The Babbage Islands and the Bear-Belles of Bears Armed.

Carl Brinker: It's also their second meeting, earlier than anticipated, for the Golden Honeycomb. That's a challenge cup instituted by the two nations and played any time the two senior national elevens meet, be it in a friendly, qualifier, Olympics, or as here in the late stages of a World Cup.

Julie: The Bumblebees hold the Honeycomb after the first match was a 1-1 friendly draw at Wimbley. And that's the score at the interval tonight, 1-1.

Carl: Glen Svoboda scored in his third straight match in the 16th minute, and Bear-Belle inside left Harrashia o Redwood brought affairs level nine minutes later. That's where we stand.

Julie: It's my turn tonight to set up our special feature, just because. Presenting:

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FOOTBALL FOREVER: Creating the All-Time World Cup


Julie: Tim Brown of Second Quarter Information Services is back tonight to talk about the results. Welcome back, Tim.

Tim: Thanks, Julie, Carl.

Carl: So what happened?

Tim: Let's see the results in pairs, the winners of each displayed pair of matches face each other in the quarterfinals.

Second Round Results

Milchama 2–0 Krytenia
Eauz 2–0 Jeru FC


Tim: Eauz are looking a bit more promising each round. Of this group of four they are the only former champions, and they looked the part against a sound Jeru FC. Milchama over Krytenia might be viewed by the modern eye as a significant upset, but both sides have long and respected histories.

Carl: I have to confess, I was pulling for Krytenia.

Julie: We know. The fan base wasn't too happy.

Carl: The Cyan took us out in the last semifinal, I know. But I like their determination and their string of modest successes over decades.

Julie: So who are next, Tim?

Second Round Results

Liverpool England 2–3 Rejistania
The Archregimancy 2–4 Spaam


Tim: Rejistania played to form against Liverpool England, and the highest seed left in the field went through 3-2. Spaam were victorious over The Archregimancy in a contest viewed by most as a toss-up.

Julie: All the focus was on LE's battle with System Karela, I'm sure. But it's sad to see the monks go. There for a while it seemed like we could count on playing them in every World Cup.

Carl: And get entertaining football against some memorable players. Have you heard that Monkey Man guy?

Tim: Rap and the monastic lifestyle. What next?

Julie: You have what's next, Tim.

Tim: Right.

Second Round Results

Europa Britannia 1–2 Lemmitania
The Babbage Islands 1–2 Commerce Heights


Tim: Lemmitania keep doing what is necessary to survive, and Europa Britannia is a big scalp to claim. But Commerce Heights next round will be another stern test after they disposed of our beloved Bees.

Carl: A pretty respectable run, but let's hope it doesn't get mirrored tonight.

Tim: And the fourth pair of matches…

Second Round Results

Candelaria and Marquez 2–0 Total n Utter Insanity
Sarzonia 2–1 The Holy Empire


Tim: Candelaria and Marquez continue to dominate. They've scored 11 now yielding none, and if I were picking now they look good to win it. Sarzonia prevail over The Holy Empire on a late goal in a tense match.

Julie: It looks like the modern teams took a beating this round.

Tim: As it happens, they did. The only squad in the last eight that played in the World Cup 59 cycle are Milchama.

Carl: Who are in the second round of the Cup of Harmony after their win over Taeshan.

Julie: Thanks again, Tim. We'll see you next for what, the third-place match and final?

Tim: Cathy and Jerry and I will all be here for the live runs of the last four matches, so I'll be back for the semis.

Carl: As we move to a sponsor break, let's look once more at the last eight standing.

Quarterfinals

Milchama v Eauz
Rejistania v Spaam
Lemmitania v Commerce Heights
Candelaria and Marquez v Sarzonia
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Postby Aguazul » Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:07 pm

"Gotta love the Tivali Ring," Auderico Boedo grinned.

"...I do?" Marco Valdez blinked.

"It's totally an anagram of Vilita! What's not awesome about that?"

"Oh," Marco rolled his eyes. "Um, the fact that you've mentioned it about eleven different times on the drive over."

"But it's so cool!"

"You keep telling yourself that."

Auderico glanced at his notes. "Huh. They have five different players descended from other famous ones."

"They have a longer history than we do," Marco shrugged.

"And they're all patrilineal, too! None of them, you know, have a different last name because it was on their mother's side or something."

"We'd better hope it's just five," Marco muttered.

"What?"

"Look, even their sample jerseys are for Salomón! And not ours, either, he doesn't wear number fourteen."

Auderico shrugged.

"He's not starting, is he?"

"I don't think so. Here we go...it's Carranza for us. Boosting the midfield with Fanez on the bench."

"Bringing the attack, eh?"

"I guess. Vilita are a rather balanced side, but then again, the Archregimancy usually are too and you saw how they played. I think we could see plenty of action going forward. In both senses..."

As the home fans had hoped, Vilita had indeed picked up a strategy or two. Though Aguazul were playing with relatively unfamiliar tactics, they still left space for Erocka Lorei to slip by and shoot into the top of the net to give the hosts an early lead. It was quickly gone, however, with Ramón Galindo holding off Ritopa Simafela to equalize.

"...the...son...of..." muttered Auderico as he quickly made a note of the action.

"The son of the son of some guy from the old Jungle Cats?" guessed Marco.

"Good guess, but no. Rocket scientist and a physicist."

"Ew," said Marco, "sciences. But wouldn't they have been busy with all the stuff?"

"What stuff?"

"I don't know. Sky stuff."

Auderico shrugged.

A speculative chip from Lissón gave Aguazul the lead by halftime. Criville came on for Juarez, trying to hold the lead, while Vilita's coaches huddled over their own decisions. "They only have six defenders, too," Auderico raised his eyes. "Hasn't exactly been an issue."

"Hasn't been an issue?" Marco gaped. "They didn't have to qualify, then they were hosts and so became the first seeds, they had easier teams in the first round. They don't need to be that good."

"They do now."

Marco shrugged. "Yeah. Well. We'll see."

So to the second half. The home attack was relentless, but once again, it would do them little good as Robledo sent Nycflala Kater the wrong way. Auderico flipped through his notes, then scrolled through another page. "Yeah, you know what, I'm pretty sure it was the older Salomón who liked number fourteen."

"At least that's relatively small," said Marco. "Some of these numbers are, like, big."

"So what?"

"The bigger the numbers are, the harder they are to, you know. Do stuff with."

"They're uniform numbers, they don't do anything. Don't worry about them."

The hosts were by then flagging, but by no means out of it. In fact, it would be a Cednia Beach player who pulled them one back; a cross from Kadi Molali left Rexii Tzikas able to shoot for goal. But Nadol scored later on to secure the win.

Lorei really set the tone of the day for the Jungle Cats, Marco typed. At least with his first goal, they showed that their attack could push us. But after that, his struggles with the aerial game helped minimized his threat and let Aguazul take control. Mejia made the right choice in starting Carranza; his height was a big advantage in winning some headers and, eventually, setting up Robledo later on. On the other hand,

"Tika Massa and Kris Wrice had mistakes and sick air war?" Auderico volunteered.

"...That doesn't even make sense."
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Postby Krytenia » Mon Apr 23, 2012 4:41 pm

OOC: You can blame PIS for this.

It had been a good afternoon's work. The match reports and colour pieces for today's game had been finished in good time, and were on their way into the Post; hell, even Jeremy was in a good mood, and that in itself is something both wondrous and frightening to witness. Rubio had met him a couple of hours ago in the hotel bar, and having had a couple of drinks, they were ready to paint the town red, green, sky blue, and pretty much any colour you could think of. Rubio spotted the sign outside one bar promising "live music", and attempted to coax Jeremy inside - eventually succeeding with the promise he could heckle as much as he liked as long as he got the first couple of rounds in.

On entering, however...

"Oh crap."
"What's wrong, Rubio? Not bubblegum pop enough for your young tastes?"
"Sod off." Rubio smiled wryly. "It's a bloody karaoke bar!"

Jeremy's grin at this point would have made Lewis Carroll proud.

"Nope. Not happening, Jeremy. Nuh-uh."

*******

The clock ticked over one in the morning. Rubio and Jeremy were feeling a bit...ahem...merry in the back of the bar, doing their best Statler and Waldorf impressions as the singing clientele also got drunker and drunker - and less likely to hold a tune. They were barely listening to the emcee any more...

"...And now, to sing our next song, please welcome Rubio Sanchez..."

Rubio immediately shot a glance at Jeremy, who shrugged his innocence.

"...and Audioslavia's own JEREMY JAFFACAKE!"

Jeremy had the human equivalent of a kernel panic. "The fuck?"

"OK, who saw us here? Who's put us up to this? What do we do now?"

"No idea, no idea, and we fucking smash it, son."

"Wait...what's the song?"

"Damned if I know."

******

The song's music video started on the big screen behind them, and the name of the song came onto the screen. Rubio laughed nervously. "Is it wrong that I know this one?"

Jeremy shook his head and smiled. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

And so, the two journalists began to sing... (OOC note: Jeremy in red, Rubio in blue, both in green)

Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently
Won a few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well


Wasn't it good?
Oh so good
Wasn't he fine?
Oh so fine
Isn't it madness
He can't be mine?

But in the end he needs
A little bit more than me --
More security


He needs his fantasy and freedom

I know him so well.

(At this point, whoever was cueing the video screen had a brainwave, and changed the image behind to a still picture of Rami Niblick; both men were in full eyes closed ballad-belting mode, and didn't even notice, despite the chuckles from a few in the crowd.)

No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him
Still the gap between us is too wide.
Looking back I could
Have played it differently
Learned about the man
Before I fell
But I was ever so much younger then
Now at least

I know I know him well

Wasn't it good?
Oh so good
Wasn't he fine?
Oh so fine
Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?

Didn't I know
How it would go?
If I knew from the start
Why am I falling apart?


Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?

Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?


But in the end he needs a
Little bit more than me --
More security


He needs his fantasy and freedom

I know him so well

It took time to understand him

I know him so well.

Both men finished singing, and turned around to notice the video screen and Rami's face staring down at them...at which point they began laughing uncontrollably and bowed to the hooting, drunken crowd.

******

Rubio awoke with a start and looked at the time on his phone. 07:22. His head felt like it weighed more than a Bears Armed freestyle wrestler, and his memories of the night before were...classified, according to his brain.

"Please tell me that I dreamt that" he said, to no-one in particular.
"I revel in the nonsense; it's why I'm in Anaia."
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Postby Karditan » Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:49 pm

Emanuel Portico was still amazed at the sight of this building, though he had been there numerous times. It was quite the architectural feat; a building made of solid ice. Not a hollowed out block of ice, but actual walls and ceilings carved from ice into intricate and ornate patterns that would put many a cathedral to shame. It would look amazing in the bright sunshine if there was ever a cloudless day in Polar Islandstates. Not that it was too much of a loss; not many people came out this way. It was isolated even by the standards of a remote country like the Islandstates.

Such a depressing country. So cold, so dark, and women wear far too much clothing.

He threw open the door of the astounding building and revealed it for what it really was; a rather run-down pub. All the furniture was thoroughly rotten, the smell of mold and smoke hung in the air, and half the lights didn't work. To the surprise of no one, Jeremy Jaffacake was seated off to the side in one of the darker corners; a fairly nervous-looking Rubio Sanchez beside him.

"Are you really sure this place is safe?" queried the younger of the journalists, glancing at the rather thin supports that he could swear were slowly melting.

Jeremy flicked his cigar to the corner of his mouth and grinned around it. "Of course it is! If there's one thing the Polarians are good at, it's ice. And snow. Pretty much anything cold."

"Then I guess the average Polarian must has a firm grasp of both your heart and your wit." Emanuel slid into the seat across the table from a somewhat surprised Jeremy.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm not too eager to return to a country I'm wanted in, I'm a soccer player, and the World Cup is going on. Why wouldn't I be here?"

"No, I mean what are you doing in this bar. This place is harder to find than a good-smelling Starbladi; I only know of it because I've been around the block. How the hell did you find out about it? The Baptism of Fire was probably the first time you'd left Karditan."

"Ah, you assume far too much, my friend. In my younger years I went backpacking through Rushmore, the right way. Finding all the nooks in crannies in the big city, the best little stores in an alley that will have the best coffee or bagels you've ever had while the mafia hangs around in the back and makes sure you don't do anything funny. Not like they'd have to worry about you; it's probably been a few centuries since you were intentionally comical." Emanuel pulled a long, sleek cigarette out of his coat pocket, slid it into the corner of his mouth, and lit it while looking straight ahead.

"Do we really have to talk about this 'in your younger years' bullshit? Your ancestors were still in a monkey's balls in my younger years."

"Speaking of the contents of balls, our vampiress friend informed me of your big night. Her best way to describe your approach in bed was 'Don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.'"

Rubio looked around, confused, as if he could find the answer to his questions written on the walls. "Wait, I don't get it." He was a bit drunk, bless him.

"It's a phrase used when there's a shortage of ammunition, Rubie."

"Ah."

Jeremy turned back to Emanuel. "And who are you to talk of another's love life, Mr. Horsefucker?"

"It's quite ironic that you would say that."

"And why is that?"

"Because most of the world considers sleeping with an Audioslavian bestiality."

"Well, with all the inbreeding that's been going on in Cathair..." Jeremy mumbled as he took a sip from his beer. Then his head shot up and he saw Emanuel beaming at him. Shit, he thought, shouldn't have said that.

"I guess own goals run in the family."

Jeremy visibly flinched at that, but then seemed to puff up a bit. "Well, I'm flattered that you obviously spent so much time burshing up on my history. I know I'm an amazing guy but you don't need know everything about me, as tempting a proposition as it is."

"Pffaha, you think I exerted any effort looking you up? I know you're not used to researching for your stories, but you should know the internet is a wonderful thing. Had all that I need to know and more within five minutes of searching your name. Including how you have a mudblood son- or, in other terms, half Krytenian."

"Hey!" Rubio protested, intelligently.

"Calm down, Rubie, he has a point. Though I like to believe the fact that Jerome has my genes is enough to make up for his Cyan-ness. And I doubt you can criticize me for an illegitimate child; if your condoms are as effective as you are in the net, you'd have children all over that ridiculous country of yours."

"Ridiculous? At least where I come from, when we have a Civil War, we're sensible enough to have a victor."

That seemed to shut Jeremy up pretty well.

Perhaps that was a bit too harsh, Emanuel mentally reprimanded himself.

Jeremy drained the last of his beer and began to collect his things. "You're pretty good at this. Have you considered becoming a journalist?"

Emanuel chuckled and slowly shook his head. "Oh, no, I could never be a journo."

"Why not?"

"I've built my career off of five-finger discounts."

"So?"

"I have too much self-respect."
Champions: -n/a-
Runner-up: BoF 46; WBXX
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Hosted: WBXX; WBXL
<Audio> I'm singling out Karditan for reasons that should be fucking obvious after the past twelve months
<Karditan> Sssshh, some people haven't caught onto our man love, Audio.
<Audio> I'm drunk, I'll express my manlove for whomever I damned well please
<Karditan> And now, for a stirring rendition of the Equestrian States national anthem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmVWvOC_2HU
<Audio> why did I even click on that?
<Nephara> why did I expect that to be
<Audio> what was I expecting?
<Nephara> anything other than it was
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Postby Vilita » Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:22 am

So thats the Jungle Cats out then?

- Yup, they gave it a good effort, but couldn't take down Aguazul.

Don't blame them, thats a tough team.

- Indeed.

So who else is still left in the competition?

- Well Lets take a look. The first matchup is Kagdazka and Pazhujebu v. Jeruselem at the National View Stadium in Morata Valley, home of Inland Peaks FC.

Who has the edge?

- This one is quite literally a toss up. These two teams are dead even skill wise. Maybe Jeruselem has a tiny edge in the experience department, but this is the toughest matchup to call in the Quarter Finals. Bottom Line, Chance of Advancing: Kagdazku & Pazhujebu: 50%. Jeruselem: 50%

So then who have Aguazul got?

- Aguazul will be squaring off against Valanora, a real clash of World Cup Heavyweights... Present and Past shall we say? Aguazul has the clear advantage in this match, they have been on fire not only in the past few cups, but in this one as well, bar a slip up against The Archregimancy. The venue will be a little change of pace though, they will be at Colonial Field in Sile, over on Turoki Island. Chance of Advancing: Aguazul 65%, Valanora 35%

How about in the Polar Islandstates region?

- The hosts got dumped out on penalty kicks by Andossa Se Mitrin Vega who now advance to square off against Krytenia who made quick work of Chetkosk in the Second Round Krytenia have the advantage in this one, but it should be a close match at Landstadt Stadion in Franz Josef City. Chance of Advancing: Krytenia 55%, Andossa Se Mitrin Vega 45%

So that leaves one more match.

- Indeed, this is another tight match, The Babbage Islands squaring off against Jeru FC. Both teams are searching for their first World Cup, The Babbage Islands having finished Runners Up once and 3rd three times while Jeru FC have been runners up once. The Babbage Islands have looked a bit stronger thus far and have the advantage. Chance of Advancing: The Babbage Islands 60%, Jeru FC 40%

So thats that, and our next report will be from Lunar Park in Seraai ahead of the World Cup Semi-Finals!
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Postby Cotdelapoms » Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:40 am

Although Cotdelapoms has withdrawn from international football due to the dissolution of the FA, Cotdelapoms Football magazine has been keeping it's eye on the World Cup in their beloved neighbours Polar Islandstates, who they've never published anything negative about in historyImage

BAH!

Anyway, Cotdelapoms Football has been following the World Cup and has announced the creation of a new award- the Cotdelapoms Football Ballon D'Or, awarded to the best footballer in the world every year, to be conveniently handed out following the World Cup. The award will be voted on by a blue ribbon panel of former footballers, active footballers, coaches, heads of football associations and assorted Cotdelapomais film stars, musicians and wealthy donors whose advertising allows the magazine to operate. The award will be handed out as part of a ceremony following the World Cup at the luxurious Victory Sea Opera House in Île d'Elisabeth.

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Perhaps Cotdelapoms' best concert venue, taking a night off from hosting Mwembamban Ritmo's lengthy residency to present the rhythm of football to an adoring and powerful public!

Along with winning the luxurious Ballon D'Or trophy, the winning player will also receive $1 million in Cotdelapomais dollars in donations to their favourite charity(ies). They will almost certainly also be given a lovely night on the town and be the centre of attention at a gala featuring very wealthy people with tremendous access to high class booze, women, cars and drugs. No way anything bad can happen!
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Postby Bears Armed » Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:02 am

“Hwell, that’s it for another cycle.”

“Ayyuh.
“So, hwhich side will you be backing in that quarter-final game?
The Babbage Islands, because as they beat us we want them to beat other teams too to show that we weren’t the only squad that couldn’t out-do them, or Jeru FC because they’ve got Karra as their coach?”

“Ur’rmm…
“Hr’rmm, good question that. How about we simply watch the game and enjoy hwhat will pretty surely be an entertaining match
hwhoever wins, hokay?”

“Hokay.”
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Postby Audioslavia » Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:46 am

3pm coffee and croissants had become a neccessity, rather than a luxury. By mid-afternoon, breakfast and lunch menus in the cafes of Polar Islandstates had come and gone, leaving only the hardened, meagre sustinence of the pastries deemed too small or ugly by the yuppies of Franz Josef City. For the third night in a row, Rubio and Jeremy rose rom their respective beds, hungover, bewildered, heavy-headed with inertia and dehydration, the time between late-night whiskied revelry and the clammy-eyed, oily ennui of the hangover may have only been a few short hours, but felt nearer a lifetime. Lifetime? No, not quite. 'Five years' would be a much more accurate, more harrowing example; a lifetime is too long for the average human to fully comprehend in the middle of a sentence, five years, depressingly clear. A comparison of a photo of happier times to the stranger in the mirror; the revelation of new wrinkles, another millimetre of hair lost to stress, age and the bathroom sink, the loosening of the skin around the eyes, the hue of the irises fading, paler, a pantone closer to grey.

The sunglasses, the hat, coat and scarf, the least-worst shirt and yesterday's trousers, last year's shoes and tobacco stained gloves. The bag contains everything you needed two days ago; leave it to chance, it probably has everything you need today too. Into the cold arctic air, towards the nearest cafe, a smattering of sleet further puckering the skin. In through the door, 'latte, large', pick your table - each scuffed and splattered from a busy lunchtime, but each, thankfully, empty.

In keeping with the theme of the past month, a chess set was laid out, clumsily, borrowed from behind the counter at the cafe. A missing white bishop and black king replaced by salt shaker and pepper grinder, respectively.

"Who's idea was it to hold a World Cup in the arctic circle?" asked Rubio, repelling the shivering complaints from his hispanic bones just enough to play E4 as an opening move.
"Don't blame me" came Jeremy's reply, "I voted for Kronos". E5, black's opening move meeting the white pawn head-on.

Five hours til the game. Krytenia versus Andossa se Mitrin Vega. Quarter-final of the World Cup. If Krytenia lost, Jeremy and Rubio would be sent home, their paper unwilling to let them cover the semi-final and final, not when they were also paying Cleo and Mark's expenses in Vilita. A Krytenia defeat, and Rubio would be back to covering first and second-flight Krytenian football, Jeremy would be back in Audioslavia for three months.

"No more booze" said Rubio, opting for F4. "That's it. I'm not feeling like this again. No way. No more booze. No more wine, no more whisky, no more beer, nothing. I've - we've - a match to a report on tonight, and I'm beginning to feel like I don't even want to go. Krytenia in the quarter-final of the World Cup, only the second time I've had the honour of seeing such a feat so close up, and I almost don't want to go."
"No more booze. 'Hear hear' to that" said Jeremy, accepting the gambit, ExF4. Rubio should have been surprised. Jeremy not drinking? Well, it had been done before. Something about Jeremy's face this morning hinted that he, too, finally, was getting tired of the hard-drinking lifestyle. Jeremy, physically fifty-nine, looked nearer seventy, the last streaks of blonde finally disappearing from the thinning mane.
"So, what instead?" asked Rubio, moving the white-square bishop over to c4.
"What do you mean?" asked Jeremy, immediately jumping his queen over to h4. "Check"
"You can't just stop drinking" Rubio moves the king, removing the option to castle. It didn't bother him in the slightest. "Jesus, in your case your body will just go into shock. Over the last, what, two hundred years you've been used to drinking at least six nights a week, sometimes seven, sometimes eight. You have to replace the alcohol intake with something."
"Smoking" B5, attacking the bishop.
"That kind of defeats the point" Bxb5, accepting the gambit, pinning the d7 pawn to the king.
"Eating", Nf6, not a great deal of thought given to either move.
"You eat already." Nf3, palming away the Audioslavian's reply, checking the queen, forcing a move.
"Heroin" said Jeremy, a sarcastic reaction, the queen moved back two squares to h6
"Jeremy, it doesn't necessarily have to be something to consume, a commodity to fill your body with to line your coccoon before you go to sleep. SOmething productive." d3 protects the centre pawn.
"How about I write some things down about football and send that to a newspaper to publish? Do that enough times and I might make a bit of a name for myself." More sarcasm, the Audioslavian defence mechanism. The knight brought out to the rim, giving the queen room to breathe.
"Point taken, but you know what I mean. Something outside of work, just something to keep your hands busy and to stop your brain thinking about fags and booze." Nh4
"Yoga?" Facetious. Queen checks the knight.
"...lets change the subject." sighed the Krytenian, the white knight retreats.

"Was thinking about our conversation, last night" said Jeremy, bringing his c7 pawn out to threaten the white bishop.
"The one about the pony puns?" asked Rubio, ignoring the advance, threatening the black knight with pawn to g4.
"No, wait, what?" - the knight retreats.
"You kept going on about pony puns for hours last night. Even repeating some of them, even the bad ones" - Rubio lifts the rook - "especially the bad ones.." he moves it one space to the left, in the same file of the black queen, still out in the open. Jeremy looks confused, and hesitantly takes the white bishop on the left, concerned that Rubio hasn't even bothered to defend it.
"I do remember that" said Jeremy, "but it wasn't last night"
"Oh, wasn't it?"
"No", that was two nights ago. Last night.... last night I honestly can't remember. h4 further threatens Jeremy's queen, which Jeremy retreats the further, still boxed in by a number of pieces on either side. H5 puts it under real pressure. The queen looks all but lost, with but one move to keep it from capture. Jeremy plays it, Rubio moves his own to the centre of the board, Qf3. Jeremy retreats his f6 knight, giving the queen the slightest bit more room to breathe.
"No... no that was definitely last night..." c1 bishop takes a lost, forlorn black pawn.
"Last night was kareoke" said Jeremy, retreating the queen for the final time. He looked up to see Rubio's frown.
"Kareoke" - bemused, almost frightened. White knight to C3 is played, disregarding all previous lines of attack.
"Yeah. I had a great time, lots of drunk idiots bawling their throats out, couldn't hold a tune if it was grafted to their palms and shoved up their arseholes. Those twonks doing Wasn't it Fine were the highlight. Lowlight. Whatever" said Jeremy, casually playing Bc5, checking the g1 rook, yet leaving his defences still wide open.
"You mean, I Know him so Well" by Elaine Page?" said Rubio, concentration now entirely gone, habit brings his c3 knight over to the middle of the board, checking the black queen yet again.
"Yeah. Sorry. Forgot that kind of music was your 'thing'" said Jeremy, grinning, finally moving his queen away from the danger zone, right up to Rubio's line of defence, forking two pawns and the a1 rook. Jeremy thought he was winning, but Rubio had other ideas. Bishop to d6 threatens a black knight.
"It isn't my 'thing' at all, though I seem to remember.... you... singing... along" said Rubio. Jeremy keeps up his fixed smile, haphazardly driving a bishop up the board, right next to Rubio's king.
"Me? Sing? At kareoke? Pfft, give over."
Rubio pushes his e4 pawn to e5. Jeremy ignores the move, takes Rubio's a1 rook, checks Rubio's king. Only two of the King's adjacent squares are possible moves. Rubio is under attack, but he doesn't show it. "You seemed to keen to get up there, though. I kept you sat down, kept tugging on your sleeve whenever you drunkenly tried to stand up, didn't want you embarassing yourself" said Jeremy, as calmy as possible, and playing Na6. Was Jeremy planning an audacious attack down the flank?
No. No, surely not. Rubio looked at the board, confused, for a moment, before looking up at Jeremy, and then down to his own sleeve. He rolls up the cuff, revealing his wrist, and the stamp underneath. The Krytenian's eyebrows furrow further, before widening. The mouth opens with realisation.
White knight to g7 checks Jeremy's king.
"This stamp says 'Performer'" said Rubio, almost incredulously.
"Everyone at the pub got that stamp. Don't read too much into it" said Jeremy, nervously retreating the king.
"Then why is it stamped over another stamp that merely says 'entrance fee paid'?"
Queen to f6. Check.
"You paid for your entry in? Pfft, I got in free. Only suckers pay to get into pubs" said Jeremy, taking the queen with the f8 knight. Lousy retribution, black was still very much on the defensive. Rubio grabs Jeremy's sleeve, over the wrist he'd have had stamped on that night. Jeremy's hand shoots across and pounces on the Krytenian's grip, holding the sleeve firmly in place. Rubio, the younger man by centuries, could have prised the hand away with enough effort, but neither man wanted to be seen squabbling and tearing at each others clothes in a small empty cafe in the middle of the arctic circle in the middle of a previously well-spirited game of chess. That wouldn't look good.
Rubio's eyes narrow. He looks at Jeremy, then at the board, then back to Jeremy, then at the sleeve. The board, the sleeve, Jeremy, the sleeve, the board. Jeremy shakes his head, slightly, almost imperceptibly. Rubio takes a breath, opens his mouth.
"Mate in one."

Both journalists, slowly, ease their grip from each other's sleeve and reclines back into the chair.

With a swipe of his hand, Jeremy knocks the pepper grinder to the floor.

Epiolgue:

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Postby Kagdazka and Pazhujebu » Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:40 pm

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A WEB TV SHOW!

A jaunty but exceptionally annoying theme song plays, wherein the phrase 'Grilled Brie for 3' is simply sung over and over again, ad infinitum. Following a series of terrible CGI special effects, which display a drawing of the globe slamming into the flag of Kagdazka and Pazhujebu, causing a massive explosion, the camera jerkily pans to the two hosts of the show, Natasha Klossovskaya and Fušia Oujadda. Today they are standing outside what appears to be a gas station (Vilitan viewers will recognize it as one of a national gas station chain). Behind the station, the endless hilly expanse of tropical forest common to Morata Valley is in view.


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YOUR HOSTS:

<-- Natasha Klossovskaya
Fušia Oujadda -->

TODAY'S GUESTS:

Karl Jamesson, Joey Baldwin, Pierre Le'viore, and Ozyx Lamas’Porii






Natasha: ...I said it right to her face!

Fušia: The fuck you did!

Natasha: Yeah-huh! I said, 'Chalia, a hat trick? A hat trick?!' I mean, don't get me wrong, without her we wouldn't be in the World Cup quarterfinals, but I mean... gosh... how the heck did she do it?

Fušia: I'm not the least bit surprised. She's been in great form!

Natasha: Yeah, she hasn't though.

Fušia: Are you high? She came in and saved our asses when Ouam-Ouam got hurt in our last group stage match. And she scored the equalizing goal. And she assisted my goal to seal our progression. And now you're sitting here, telling me you're surprised that she scored a hat trick in the Round of 16! I mean, she scored a stoppage-time equalizer in the 92nd minute to keep us from being eliminated! Frankly, I can't for the life of me understand why coach Astafyev subbed her out five minutes before the shootout started!

Natasha: I can. Also, no, I'm not high.

Out-of-Frame Voice: I could fix that for you, no problem.

Fušia: Settle down, Pierre, we're not at that part of the show yet.

Natasha: Huh?

Fušia: Oh, it's no big deal...

Natasha: Who was that?

Fušia: Nobody...

Natasha: Tell me what you're up to, Fušia...

Fušia mutters the following, so much so that it's almost impossible to hear that she said anything at all.

Fušia: Imighthavemumblemumblewinadate...

Natasha: I thought you said we weren't doing Win a Date anymore!!

Fušia: That was only if we failed to qualify for the World Cup. Which didn't happen. But whatever, we still have the initial part of the show to get thr-

Natasha: Oh, GOD DAMN IT!

Fušia: Take it easy. Back to Chalia...

Natasha: No! I'm out of here!

Fušia: No you are not! Listen, Win a Date is going to be awesome! Trust me!

Natasha: It's going to be fucking humiliating!

Fušia: Probably! But you promised Peregrina you would co-host this show for her after she got axed from the national team! You promised! Here, let me get my mobile out. Then you can talk to her in person to tell her that you're BREAKING YOUR PROMISE-

Natasha: ALL RIGHT! Jesus, all right. Just get through this quick.

Fušia: Okay. Continuing the show as if nothing happened... you were explaining to me why you weren't surprised when Astafyev yanked Chalia, who had just scored a regular-time hat trick, right before the all-important penalty shoot-out versus Cosumar.

Natasha: Simple. She, and her club Gimnasia, were rubbish last season.

Fušia: Said like a truly arrogant threepeat title winner.

Natasha: We're actually all much more thrilled to have won the Šenapatiam'ajat Vahavi for the first time.

Fušia: What? Why? It's just a crappy little domestic cup.

Natasha: You say that, but you've never won one.

Fušia: Yeah, because I've been too busy over in the Cafundelense Primeirona, the BEST LEAGUE IN THE WORLD. You know, doing stuff like winning Player of the Year honors.

Natasha: But not having reached a Champions' Cup final for quite a while now, I might add. I've played in two in the last five years. Maybe you ought to come and play for FKM with me.

Fušia: Look, that's very kind of you, baby doll, but if I ever do go back to the Federation it'll be back home to Juvapanam.

Natasha: Well, better them than Gimnasia, who, again, were HORRIBLE last year.

Fušia: Still ranting about the Chalia Sajid thing, huh? Listen, maybe her Gimnasia teammates were in bad form. Put the betta fish in a different bowl, and they fight feistier.

Natasha: Interesting analogy...

Fušia: I'm not proud of it. But my point still stands.

Natasha: Not really. She was honestly dreadful this last season. I imagine coach didn't want her to remember that halfway through the penalty shootout. I don't have to tell you how stressful that can be; you took one.

Fušia: And converted it with no trouble, I might add.

Natasha: As did all our other takers.

Fušia: It was Ignatiy that won that shootout for us, no?

Natasha: Absolutely. Bloody hell, can he ever stop a penalty. Two saves out of four... I mean, that's absurd. Usually you have to hope somebody misses.

Fušia: He's a wizard, no doubt. Okay, Natasha. So with our Urchins having made it past the Round of Sixteen, the quarterfinals are next.

Natasha: It feels good to say, doesn't it? Kagdazka and Pazhujebu are one of the best eight teams in the world.

Fušia: And not a moment too soon.

Natasha: Makes me wonder why the KPFA kept Erassi on the job so long. First World Cup without him and we're kicking ass all the sudden.

Fušia: Erassi was popular with the fans and the media because of his tactics. I'm sure he'll do well with the Sargossans.

Natasha: Yeah, I suppose. So, I guess you wanted to talk about our next opponents?

Fušia: You read my mind. Jeruselem... I don't think we've ever played them before! Jeru FC, we have... back in World Cup 57 qualifying. But never the Princesses proper.

Natasha: Did you read that article where Princess Sofia said, and I quote, "I hope they aren't all like that" meaning 'I hope the Urchins aren't all like Fušia and Natasha'?

Fušia: What? The format for this show was literally inspired by the irrelevant rambling of Princess Sofia and her ditzy comrades! How dare she! That dumb bitc-

Natasha: Whoa whoa whoa!! Icks-nay on the umb-day itch-bay, her husband just died! Take it easy!

Fušia: Whatever, I lost my brother in a war not that long ago. I'm allowed to say mean shit.

Natasha: Uh, okay... you obviously don't believe in bad karma.

Fušia: Nope. The only thing I believe in is His Royal Holiness the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Natasha: Oh, no, not this lecture again.

Fušia: For lo did he reach out with His noodly appendage-

Natasha: Weren't you raised Muslim?

Fušia: Yup. And then I married another woman.

Natasha: True, you did.

Fušia: Anyway, I'm pretty sure we're done with our meaningful and on-topic World Cup conversation...

Natasha: Pretty sure it ended when you brought up the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Fušia: Fair enough. Okay, boys, here we go!

Natasha: Oh, no.

Fušia: Aren't you excited, Natasha? I know the whole world is! We've been promising this segment since the start of World Cup 59 qualifying!

Natasha: I'm shaking, I'm so nervous.

Fušia: Don't worry, you won't be for long!

Fušia now proceeds to bang on the pane of glass behind her. Inside the gas station, a frowning Vilitan looks out at them balefully, then bends over and picks up a cardboard sign. He holds this sign against the window. If he wasn't holding it upside down, it would read "WIN A DATE WITH NATASHA KLOSSOVSKAYA" in crappy handwritten letters.

Fušia: All right! Thanks, Torvald!

Natasha: I don't think Torvald is an actual Vilitan name-

Fušia: Shut up, yes it is. Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present the first and certainly-not-last full-out non-joke edition of Win a Date With Natasha Klossovskaya! Let's just have a quick word with the girl of the hour, Natasha Klossovskaya! How are you feeling about being on the show today, Natty?

Natasha: You couldn't have rented a studio or something? We're standing outside a gas station in Vilit-

Fušia: All right, sounds like she's excited! Here come the contestants!

Indeed, a motley crew of different men stroll jackassishly towards the two girls, all staring at Natasha with varying degrees of interest.

Fušia: Natasha, please say hello to Karl Jamesson, goalkeeper for the Swartaz national team!

Karl, described by persons in his own country as "a bit of a lad" is wearing a nicely fit sport coat that he appears generally uncomfortable in. He is, however, grinning like an idiot and keeps elbowing the people around him as if to say "damn, she's really hot, am I right?"

Karl: Hey, what's up, babe.

Fušia: Next up, it's Pierre Le'viore, midfielder for the Karditan national team! Say hi!

Pierre, a mustached gentleman in a very expensive looking suit, keeps one hand suspiciously lodged in his pocket at all times. Overall, he seems to be quite a sauve and confident gentleman, but in all the wrong ways. Since entering the shot, he has not for one second ceased to make eye contact with Natasha.

Pierre: A real pleasure, my dear.

Fušia: Smooth. I'm rooting for him. Anyway, now it's time for Joey Baldwin, left back for the Babbage Islands!

Joey, a rather innocent-looking young man in a casual Far Point Islanders sweatshirt, appears quite shy, though he does keep glancing up at Natasha with misty eyes. He seems sweet, which is a contrast to the other three contestants, all of whom look a bit shady in their own way.

Joey: Hello, Natasha.

Natasha: Hi.

Fušia: Oooh, chemistry!

Natasha glares at Fušia.

Fušia: Okay, onward and upward. The last contestant on today's show is Ozyxomidruin Lamas’Porii of the Andossa Se Mitrin Vega national team, where he plays as a left back, I'm told!

Ozyx, a very serious-looking punk with a moody frown on his face, has multiple lip and ear piercings, a pink-colored mohawk, and is wearing tight argyle pants and a black long-sleeve T-shirt. He looks generally the way you'd expect somebody from ASMV to look if you knew they were a member of a punk band (which Oxyx is).

Ozyx: Natasha. Call me Ozyx, please.

Fušia: Props on the hair dye.

Ozyx: Thanks, you as well. Get a couple piercings and you can join my band, Fušia.

Fušia: What's it called?

Ozyx: trajik sunset. That's with a 'j' not a 'g' and with no capitalization.

Fušia: Wow. Sign me the fuck up.

Natasha: Ignore her, she's being mean today.

Ozyx: I noticed. Way too soon for that Princess Sofia comment back there, Fušia.

Fušia: Whatever. I don't even remember what I said, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't that bad. Either way, I don't need to be judged by somebody with a mohawk. So, with those unpleasantries out of the way, allow me to explain the format for the grand competition known as Win a Date with Natasha Klossovskaya. Now, as I'm sure we're all aware, cigarettes and, more importantly, alcohol, are prohibited in Vilita. This has been a source of great aggravation for Natasha and I as we slog our way through these Grilled Brie for 3 nightmares. So here's the deal. Each of you four will be given fifty Tures, the local currency. You are to go into this gas station and return within five minutes. Any longer and you will be automatically disqualified. You are to return with whatever ingredients you feel are necessary to concoct an alcoholic beverage in one hour. Natasha, and hopefully me as well, will then taste-test these beverages. Whichever one of you makes the best one will win a date with this pretty blonde girl over here. Sound simple enough?

Joey: But I'm a Mormon, I don't drink.

Fušia: You don't have to. Just make us a beverage with booze in it somehow.

Joey: But-

Fušia: Are you in love with Natasha or not?

Joey: I wouldn't say I'm in love with he-

Fušia: But you still want to win, so shut your trap. Does anybody else have any questions?

Pierre: Am I allowed to use any personal items in the construction of this drink? And are you looking for a specifically alcoholic effect?

Fušia (quietly, so that only Pierre can hear): Yes to the first and no to the second. Just avoid Emperor Hog, we've got a match tomorrow.

Natasha: What did she just say?

Pierre: Nothing.

Fušia: All right, boys. The clock starts... now!

The camera jerkily cuts forward in time. Apparently an hour has passed, as each of the contestants is standing outside the gas station with containers of various size. They are feverishly working with their potions. Karl has somehow managed to obtain a cauldron of some kind, and is stirring it with the largest flyswatter ever made, whereas Pierre simply has a red Solo cup with a plastic knife in it.

Fušia: And... time! Okay, fellows, pencils down. It's taste-testing time. Oy! Ozyx! What did I tell you, quit stirring! Okay, here we go. Natasha, whose drink would you like to try first?

Natasha: No-ones.

Fušia: Klaxon sound! That, my dear Natty Ice, is the wrong answer! Pick somebody's!

Natasha: Fine!! Let's get the scariest one out of the way first. Pierre.

Delighted and seemingly confident, Pierre hands the red Solo cup to Natasha with a smug, mustachey smile.

Natasha: Oh, God, it's orange.

Pierre: That's just the orange soda, do not worry. The special ingredient is invisible.

Fušia: Oooh, a special ingredient! How fancy! Drink up, babe.

Natasha: Fuck, this show is the worst!

Fušia: DRINK!

Natasha: Fine!

Natasha takes a big swig of Pierre's concoction. She shivers after pulling it down from her lips, though she doesn't react with too much horror.

Fušia: TWO MORE SIPS!

Natasha: There aren't two more sips left, he only made a tiny amount.

Pierre: You only need a tiny amount to feel the full effect.

Natasha: Besides, didn't you want some?

Fušia: Not of Pierre's. He runs a brothel, you know.

Natasha: You do?

Pierre: Nothing can be proven.

Fušia: Just drink the rest and then pick who's next.

Natasha: All right, all right.

Natasha downs the rest of the plastic cup and then sets it on the concrete curb.

Natasha: Ozyx, let's have yours.

Ozyx, looking quite glum, slouches forward and reluctantly hands over a bowl of whitish paste. It would appear to be oatmeal to the untrained eye.

Fušia: Oatmeal?

Ozyx: I didn't have enough time to get it right; you cut me off, remember?

Fušia: I did, but it's your own fault! You spent so damn long measuring out those sugar packets, man! Anyway, Natasha, give it a go.

Natasha: It smells like a propane tank.

Fušia: Charming.

Natasha: All right, here we go!

Turning the bowl on its side, Natasha slowly drinks the oatmeal-style paste.

Fušia: You put semen in that, didn't you?

Natasha coughs.

Ozyx: What? No!

Fušia: Just kidding. Relax, Natasha. Drink the rest of it.

Ozyx: You are a pervert!

Fušia: No, just a comedienne. Though some people would say the two professions are the same. Okay, Natty? How's it taste?

Eyes watering, Natasha tries to respond.

Natasha: Pretty horrible. Though, to your credit, Ozyx, you somehow did manage to make it alcoholic.

Ozyx: Nice! Then I did do it right!

Fušia: High five, dude! Hey, let me have some, Natasha.

Natasha obligingly hands the bowl over and then turns to the next contestant. Meanwhile, Fušia drinks.

Natasha: All right, Karl, what's in the cauldron.

Fušia: Oh my God, that does taste terrible. Wow. Did you cook that over a gas leak or something?

Ozyx: You don't want to know.

Ozyx steps aside as the bro-ey form of Karl lopes forward with a ladle full of a watery blackish-brown liquid. He holds the ladle directly up to Natasha's face.

Natasha: Really? You're going to feed it to me?

Karl: Yup. Drink.

Natasha: How romantic.

Fušia: I'm sorry, she's the rude one.

Natasha, meanwhile, allows Karl to pour some of his beverage into her mouth. She waves her hands to tell him to stop, but he chuckles stupidly as he pours more.

Natasha (sputtering): Okay, that's enough, you idiot!

Karl follows this up by returning to his cauldron, collecting another ladle, and helping himself to his own concoction.

Fušia: Aside from the weird wedding-cake feeding technique that went down, how's it taste?

Natasha: Like burned bread... but actually pretty good. I can't believe I'm saying this, but pour me another one, Karl.

Fušia: Damn, if Natty says it's good, then me three, Karl.

In fact, everybody except for Joey lines up for some of Karl's surprisingly tasty cauldron water. They all agree that it tastes roughly like a gin and tonic served over buttered toast. Damn, I might have to try that now. Maybe when I get done writing this RP I'll go over the liquor store and buy some tonic water. Oh crap, I broke the fourth wall. Anyway...

Fušia: Well, well. We might have an early winner.

Natasha (sounding a bit sloppy now): Okay. One more to go! Joey, get over here!

Joey approaches with a clear plastic bottle. It seems to be unopened.

Fušia: Joey, is that just bottled water?

Joey: Yup.

Fušia: You dumbass! I told you you had to make something alcoholic!

Joey: Well I left it sitting in the sun for a while...

Fušia: Oh, yeah, because every time I walk into a bar I tell the bartender, "hey, 'keep, get me a hot water, and make it a double!" You, sir, are disqualified!

Joey: I wouldn't know how to make an alcoholic beverage if you sat me down in front of a liquor cabinet, Fušia!

Fušia: Too bad!

Natasha: Fušia, quiet down. I actually could go for some water right now.

Fušia: No! This ruins the spirit of Win a Date! It RUINS IT!

Despite Fušia's furious remonstrations, Joey is pleased to bring over the bottle of water and hand it to Natasha, who sips from it gratefully.

Fušia: Ugh, whatever. Despite that being a completely bullshit final submission, the show is now on its final leg. There's only one decision left, and it's Natasha's.

Natasha has since sat down on the curb, drinking the bottled water.

Fušia: Natty Ice! You must pick a winner and then go on a date with him!

Natasha responds as best she can, but slurs her words badly.

Natasha: I pick... Rwobwer... paul.

Fušia: Robert? Paul? Nobody on the show named Robert or Paul, sweetheart.

Natasha: I need to lie down.

Fušia: NO! Pick a winner before you pass out!

Natasha: I pick... Oewrkahl.

Fušia: Karl?

Natasha: Ugh...

Fušia: Natty, say yes if you meant Karl.

Natasha: Ugh...

Fušia: Just one word. Say 'yes' if you said Karl won Win a Date a second ago.

Natasha: Ssss...

At this point, Natasha slumps back onto the sidewalk, completely asleep.

Fušia: 'Yes' has an 's' in it! We have a winner! Karl Jamesson, you've won a date with Natasha Klossovskaya! Please step forward!

Joey: Wait, shouldn't we be worried about her?

Ozyx: Yeah, it looks like she got roofied.

Fušia: What do you think was in Pierre's drink, boys?

Pierre: You can't prove anything!

Fušia: I'm not judging you! She's hot! But if you think you can sleep with her now, you're wrong.

Pierre: What? But I followed the rules of your silly game!

Fušia: That you did, but you still lost; your drink sucked. Orange soda with a roofie in it? Come on, get original. No Natasha for you.

Pierre: This is outrageous!

Pierre exits irritably.

Fušia: Fine, storm off. Good luck finding a cab out here in the middle of the Vilitan jungle. Karl! KARL! Where the fuck is Karl?

Karl is merrily sitting on the curb himself. Evidently he has been continuously ladling himself his burnt toast beverage ever since it was first introduced, and is quite drunk.

Fušia: There you are! Karl, you won a date with Natasha!

Karl: SWEET!

Karl leans back onto the sidewalk himself but throws his arms into the air in celebration. He can be heard singing "We Are The Champions" in the background as Fušia closes out the show.

Fušia: Well, everybody, this has been Grilled Brie for 3. Thanks to everybody for watching, and thanks to all our contestants today. If Karl sobers up at any point soon, we'll get the recipe for his winning drink and post in on grilledbriefor3.kpz. Okay, stay frosty, world!

K&P Tournament Statistics

GOALS

Sajid 4
Aghimaqaj 1
Mizirov 1
Oujadda 1

CAUTIONS

Aghimaqaj 1
Bhara 1
Klossovskaya 1
Mizirov 1
Oujadda 1
Pudibhišu 1
Sajid 1
Turov 1
Voropaev 1
Winogradsky 1

EXPULSIONS

Mizirov 1 suspension (via expulsion) to be served during Quarterfinals
Pudibhišu 1 suspension (via expulsion) served on MD 2

INJURIES

Dhivadha out for rest of World Cup
Pudibhišu out for rest of World Cup

K&P Starting XI for Next Match

Voropaev

Andropov Bhara Utepov
Klossovskaya Makureru
| Jujazhedhi Winogradsky Aghimaqaj |
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V Oujadda Sajid V
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Postby Polar Islandstates » Tue Apr 24, 2012 4:04 pm

To whom it may concern, this is your cutoff for all four quarter finals of the fifty ninth world cup.
Scores.

Semi-Finals are therefore...
Kagdazka and Pazhujebu vs Aguazul (Lunar Park, Seraai)
Andossa Se Mitrin Vega vs The Babbage Islands (Victoria Stadium, Jan Mayen)
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Postby Andossa Se Mitrin Vega » Wed Apr 25, 2012 12:14 am

Holy Shit! We Won!

Valrauncion. The name was synonymous with success in the realm of international football. Entire nations trembled at the thought of even their best player attempting to match wits with one of the truly great players of this or any other era. With the Purple Peril he had single-handedly crushed the hopes and dreams of many. During his shorter stint thus far with the Aces he had continued to show his dominance and had even carried the ill-fated Kryties to the Championship Match of World Cup 58. Valrauncion.

But for every Achilles that graces the world there is a heel that can undo everything. For Valrauncion that Achilles Heel came in the form of Deep Sky and Yellow clad Sea Dragons. As a unit Ombar, Laia, and Ozyx posed a puzzle that the ageless Elf could not decipher. And with Valrauncion looking shaky and uncertain of what should be done it was left to the other ten Aces on the pitch to figure out the hard-hitting and explosive Tidal Surge. A task that was never truly managed.

Quiteri and Yervik struggled to find any rhythm as the center of the pitch refused to lend them any help. With Valrauncion all but done for, Agogo and Wilson began to play further and further up - a tactic that would eventually be their undoing.

Despite all this, Krytenia still found themselves up by a score of 2-1 nearly halfway through the second half. Their ability to take the lead had resulted from superior play on set pieces which accounted for both goals, one on a corner in the 17th minute and one from a brilliant free kick in the 48th minute. But ASMV would pull even on a corner of its own which found the massive Zirakulii Apaok cleany in front of the net. His header evened the match with 22 minutes left on the clock.

Then as the Aces pressed forward the breakdown came. Agogo had pressed hard up the Left side, sure that his speed would see him clear. Wilson also pressed hard up the middle looking to tae advantage of an unsuspecting defense that had once again swarmed Valrauncion. Both men were wrong in their assumptions.

Ayami matched Agogo stride for stride and Laia peeled off the Elf to deliver a crushing shoulder just as Wilson let go of the cross. A cross that would find Nelijibii rather than Yervik and it was off to the races. As Peskov came over to fill the void left by Agogo and Wilson, the ball was played cleanly past to Kylek who moved swiftly down the pitch. Jonasei was marked by Hayle while Fekelii had been tumbled by Ordish. Himself not a match for Peter Southern one on one, Kyle looed for a place to go. It was a streaking Bareqii Ulu’namo who caught his eye and received the pass in stride as she cleared Hayle and Jonasei. Keys was caught off guard and the resulting goal gave the Sea Dragons a 3-1 lead with 10 minutes to play.

The Krytenians had no choice except to force the attack, a fact which burned them again in the 87th minute as Fekelii broke free for her second goal of the match and a resulting 4-2 win over the Aces.

Up next is another match where we will decidedly be the underdogs - The Babbage Islands. Uhg.
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Postby Jeruselem » Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:55 am

Amy Pond and Princess Sofia Michelle Dallas returning home

Amy: I guess you have to get home and bury someone.
Sofia: I guess I do.
Amy: I guess you're not looking forward to it.
Sofia: Not really
Amy: I want get home to see the kids.
Sofia: Me too.

Amy: The girls are growing up quick.
Sofia: Yes, just like their mums too.
Amy: Single Mums ...
Sofia: Oh yes, I am a single Mum now.
Amy: Hey, at least you know who the Dad is.
Sofia: I guess it is a positive.

Amy: The Jeru FC girls got knocked out too.
Sofia: Well, they had a great opponent.
Amy: Not a good day for Jeruselemites.
Sofia: I guess at least we made the top 8 this time round.
Amy: True
Sofia: BUT we could have done better.

Amy: What do you think of that Natasha and Fusia.
Sofia; There are weirder than even us. No, I don't like Grilled Brie the food either.
Amy: You've got quite a lot in common with that Natasha.
Sofia: At least you didn't say Fusia.
Amy: But you've had blue hair once.
Sofia: Not all the time.

Amy: Hey, I supposed to come to funeral right?
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Postby The Babbage Islands » Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:23 am

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The Halftime Show: The Babbage Islands v Jeru FC


Julie Sheridan: Good evening, and welcome to half time of the World Cup quarterfinal match between The Babbage Islands and Jeru FC.

Carl Brinker: It's a scoreless tie after the first forty-five minutes of play here in Polar Islandstates. Both sides have stepped up their intensity on defence, and although each squad has created a few chances they get snuffed out before doing damage.

Julie: Katja Mira has been a tackling demon for the Bumblebees, and Joey Baldwin seems newly energised after his televideo appearance on Grilled Brie for 3.

Carl: Did you watch that?

Julie: I did. Joey handled himself well in an awkward situation.

Carl: I only caught the bottled water clip after the fact. He was pretty flustered but kept his cool, and I think he looked fine with losing.

Julie: The back line will not be fine with losing tonight, on either side.

Carl: These two teams have faced off three times, all in the World Cup 50 cycle. They split in qualifying, and met again in the semifinal which went to Jeru FC on spot kicks after a 2-2 score held up through 120 minutes.

Julie: That was the first of two World Cups for Cassadaigua. Speaking of which, Allison Salamida's impact on world football is certainly on display today.

Carl: Sure it is. After playing in nets for two World Cup champions she was a Bumblebees assistant, then after managing Belgium she has led first Jeru FC and now Jeruselem. And all three national teams she's staffed for are in this final eight.

Julie: Pretty impressive resumé there. But we're running long, and need to move on to our feature:

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FOOTBALL FOREVER: Creating the All-Time World Cup


Julie: We welcome back Jerry Hudson of North Star Football Simulations for our own quarterfinals. Hi, Jerry.

Jerry Hudson: Hello again.

Carl: So we have a fantasy final four?

Jerry: We do, and it's quite a batch.

Quarterfinal Results

Milchama 1–2 Eauz
Rejistania 0–1 Spaam
Lemmitania 1–0 Commerce Heights
Candelaria And Marquez 3–1 Sarzonia


Jerry: Three real old-timers and one power from more recent times. Eauz sent one of the last two modern sides packing, and Candelaria And Marquez disposed of the other.

Julie: Somebody finally scored on Candelaria And Marquez!

Carl: Doesn't surprise me that Sarzonia broke through.

Jerry: The other two matches were decided one-nil, Spaam shocking Rejistania and Lemmitania stealing one from Commerce Heights.

Julie: I'm sure I'm not the only one who's asking: Who the heck are Lemmitania?

Jerry: Perhaps they're the next victims of the C.A.M. machine.

Semifinals

Eauz v Spaam
Lemmitania v Candelaria And Marquez


Jerry: Let's break down the semifinalists. We've done an analysis based on "decades" of Cups, the Tens, the Twenties, the Thirties and so on.

Julie: Go on.

Jerry: Eauz should be favoured against Spaam. They won two titles, were the #2 team in the entire period of WC 10-19, the Tens as we call it, and still #10 throughout the Twenties. Spaam were the #8 side of the single-digit era and #17 of the Tens, but never won the crown.

Carl: Spaam must have had better press agents.

Jerry: A gift for controversy. But they did make it to two finals.

Julie: And the other two?

Jerry: Lemmitania won one Cup and were runners-up in another. They ranked fourth among all teams in the single-digit era and 10th in the Tens. So three of our four semifinalists peaked near enough to each other to be regarded as mutual threats.

Carl: The fourth are Candelaria And Marquez.

Jerry: Yes. C.A.M., winners of two World Cups and runners-up once, were the #3 team of the Forties.

Julie: So I'm sure you're ready for this question -- who were the #1 teams of each era?

Jerry: Based on our numbers (OOC: SRS) Europa Britannia for the single digits, Rejistania for the Tens, Bedistan for the Twenties, Ariddia for the Thirties, Valanora for the Forties, and Aguazul for the Fifties. And if you want to know why Valanora are #1 all-time, look at the eras. They are 7th from the Thirties without having played in the first few Cups, then first through the Forties and third through the Fifties.

Carl: Thanks for everything, Jerry. Now, next time you'll run the matches live here?

Jerry: We will. None of us know who the finalists will be. But don't worry, you won't need 180 minutes at half time for this.

Julie (laughing): That's good. Now, sponsor time.
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Postby Aguazul » Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:15 pm

"Sosimo! Come on! Ugh," Luquitas groaned. "Natasha's not even in a good position, you guys can't let her do that. This team, wow. That's horrible."

Their defense was struggling, and halftime couldn't come soon enough. Grousing, he made his way towards the concession stand, loading up with a full tray of food. Before he could retake his seat, though, the next customer in line tapped him on the shoulder. "How do you say...I want some of these?"

He quickly helped her place the order. Though she spoke Spanish relatively well for an obvious foreigner, she just didn't know the right words for the food she wanted to order. They got to talking as they made their way back to the seats; her name was Carly, she'd won the tickets in a contest and come to the match anyway even though she didn't really support either side.

Luquitas shrugged. "I don't follow most of these players either, most of the time, but I really admire the manager." He nodded to the clubhouse. "Great guy. I'd love to just talk football with him one day."

Carly nodded vaguely.

"But come on, you have to care about football somehow."

"Do I?" Her face seemed tense, urgent.

"Sure you do. Greatest game there is!"

"So I've heard. Then I show up here and I'm sitting in front of some guys who think ninety minutes about chanting about other people's romantic affairs are exciting...it's not even true!"

"Oh those? Those insults are tame, you have to see Deportivo Peralta. They really know how to go on the attack over there, in both senses...Everywhere else is all right. Ciudagua or San Pablo, I don't mind, they're...statelier, not quite as crazy. And then there's Trecelunas, they're just weird."

"How do I know if I really like the game, or it's just that everyone else tells me it's the cool thing?"

"Do you ever play?"

"Not well."

"I didn't ask if you play it well."

"I don't know. There's, like, for some people, diving and cheating and stuff? I'm not aggressive enough to enjoy that."

"Okay. But come on, you're like, a baseball fan, you can't say it's too boring or anything."

She blushed.

"What?"

"Years ago," she sighed, "when I was in fifth grade. Our class got selected to do this...thing, about the different countries in the world, I don't even know what. It was for the World Cup, that's what, cause our national team had qualified. But I was just kind of immature about it, I thought I was being clever at the time. But now looking back when I think of football it's just...me being a dumb little kid. How do I know if this is really all that great of a game or just something that'll give me a chance to stick my foot in my mouth?"

Luquitas paused. "You know I can't tell you that."

"Yeah," she sighed. "No one can."

"Carly?"

"Yeah?"

"Listen."

"What?"

"Not...not to me. Just, listen."

Not just in English, not just in Spanish, but the fans filled the stadium...
"...we're consistent most of the way through, but this team, you know, a trequartista and all, creative but not built to win penalty shootouts..."
"...really can't stand up to that Natasha K..."
"...would Starblaydia and Krytenia make good hosts? I think..."
"...Hawk and Soldarian, they're brilliant..."
"...always more Dallases..."
"...Ghur at Juvapanam..."
"...penalty shootouts? You're telling me about not built to..."

"What?" said Carly.

"It's something different to different people. Like, this." He nodded at the snacks. "Do most football fans eat breakfast food at the games?"

"I don't know."

"No, but we do, and it's awesome. Whether you're here because you love the attack, or because you love defense...okay our defense sucks today but it's the principle of the thing...whether you like seeing people set the stands on fire, or just making fun of people who sing dumb love songs instead of shutting up and watching the game, of course it's going to be different things to different people. And just because you're embarrassed by what you did as a kid...you can be embarrassed by that, I'm not going to stop you. I can't stop you. But that doesn't mean there aren't things you can enjoy about the game, now. And whatever it is, that's cool."

She smiled. "Yeah. I guess so."

The second half got underway. And then all of a sudden, the setup man, the creative forward from 12 de noviembre, broke through and sprinted clear towards goal. The crumbs fell as Luquitas rose to his feet. "Yes. Yes! We're not out of this yet!"


And then, by Aguazuleño standards, almost forty years passed.

That league was long gone. The players scattered. Sosimo Arriola, the defender for 12 de noviembre, had long since been forgotten. The visiting forward who beat him twice died in Serra Cabral.

His hypocorism, too, was gone. But Luquitas was still there.

And he still liked muffins.

(Lanos 14, Amatrian 70)
La República del Aguazul

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