World Cuppet 2 RPs/Rosters/Results

by **Misrantis** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:44 am

Misrantis have done it! 2-0 Victory over Djocoranga!

The most important match of the tournament is done for Misrantis, and they have won it.

Its the critical match, because, there are only 3 matches in the qualification stage, and winning or losing it will almost determine the way the tournament will be contested. By defeating Djocoranga in the opening match, Misrantis can almost be sure that they will advance to the next round if they can win one of the two remaining matches in their group.

The celebrations back in Misrantis would go on throughout the night as they realized they had just accomplished their first major international sporting result. The result was even more special to the people of Misrantis knowing they beat a culture who have a fully established domestic league, the Mtoleague, and having players coming from such an established team as the Mtoville Sunshine, a team that has much respect in the sun-loving nation of Misrantis.

The details of the match, they are a blur for many Misrantians, still familiarizing themselves of the international game, but the one thing that does not blur, the scoreline, and it was a 2-0 victory for Misrantis who now have 3 points in the table.

Now, the fight begins. Misrantis will face the Vant Islands, and Ipelandic colony located in the Pacific. The Vant Islands are an attack minded team and should pose a challenge for Misrantis goalkeeper Akh Ka who kept a clean sheet in the opening match.

Misrantis intend to continue using their dark kit until a clash ensues, but does not predict a clash with the Vant Islands in the upcoming match, due to the light and bright colors in their national flag.

by **The Ursine Northlands** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:34 am

"Eh? 'World Cuppet'? Hwhat's that?"

"Eh?"

"According to the BABC, we -- as in 'The Ursine Northlands', hrrather than 'Bears Armed' as a whole, that is -- have our national team competing in some competition that's called the World Cuppet: I certainly didn't authorise that... Did you organise it, and "forget" to tell anybody else here?"

"No!
"I'll check around, and smell what the actually situation is..."

(Later_)

"Hokay, I've found out about that 'Cuppet' thingy."

"Ayyuh?"

"Ayyuh. Apparently some pub team from down near the docks, the 'WaterGate Fishwives', decided to claim that they were our national team so that they could have a go..."

"Urrgah!
"Probably all drunk when they decided that I suppose."

"Maybeso."

"Hr'rmm, so anyhows, hwhat do you reckon we should do about it?"

"Ur'rmm...
"Good question, that, for true..."

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OOC: Yes, they're a bunch of amateurs. I probably won't have enough time to RP them, hwhat with one thing and another, so this explains why they'll [probably] lose most if not all of their games.
All of them are female Ursines. As befits "fishwives", they probably swear a lot...

Kit is a dark-blue jumper and a grey skirt. They play barefooted.

Style: Too late to specify one now, I suppose, so say 'average'.

RP permissions: try not to kill anybody; have fun.

by **Everywhere** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:47 am

"Well, that didn't go as well as we'd hoped, did it?"

"No, gaffer, it didn't."

"And do you know why it didn't?"

"'Cos our team didn't play as good as the other side?"

"Right, lad. And I reckon that was because the team was such a mixture, and hadn't had enough time to practice working together. Oh well, we have to do the best we can with what we're given."

"Right, gaffer.
"So, who has Lord Infinity chosen to play for us in our next game?"

"Let's see...
"Goalkeeper _ We're keeping Te Appa Tu Arru, but now we've got a possible substitute for him in case: an Earth-human by the name of George Edward Challenger, played as an amachoor for Edinburgh University from whence he's just graduated."

"That's the fellow with the ginger-red hair and bushy beard?"

"That's him.
"Defence, now the Toad-men are right out... which is a bloody good thing if you ask me. Replacements: Hector of Troy, Corineus -- who was one of the leaders when Trojan refugees settled in Britain and wrestled the Giant Gogmagog to his death -- and the Pious Aeneas of epic fame. Good line-up that is, a verry good one"

"Did they actually have football back in those geezer's days, then, gaffer?"

"Of course they did! In fact it was those Trojan refugees who brought the game to Britain in the first place."

"Blimey!"

"Right. In fact, you know the story of the Trojan War? Well, actually that business about Paris carrying off Helen was just an excuse, it was really because the Argive Greeks hadn't got over a disputed penalty in the Aegean Cup's final the year before..."

by **Polar Islandstates** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:33 pm

Little later than planned, have a CUTOFF for your troubles.

by **Polar Islandstates** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:58 pm

Group A
The McLaughlin Islands 3–0 Everywhere
Sixteen Bits 1–1 Prince Bartholomew Islands

Group A                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Sixteen Bits                      2   1  1  0    4   1  +3    4
2 Prince Bartholomew Islands        2   1  1  0    4   3  +1    4
3 The McLaughlin Islands            2   1  0  1    3   3   0    3
4 Everywhere                        2   0  0  2    2   6  −4    0

Group B
Unbidden Horde 1–1 Külmsaar and Terra Scotia
Iturributa 5–2 Central-Kawai

Group B                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Iturributa                        2   2  0  0    8   4  +4    6
2 Külmsaar and Terra Scotia         2   1  1  0    2   1  +1    4
3 Unbidden Horde                    2   0  1  1    3   4  −1    1 
4 Central-Kawai                     2   0  0  2    2   6  −4    0

Group C
Tagawachi 3–3 Happy Happy Joy Joy
Zenega 3–1 Slovekistan

Group C                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Zenega                            2   2  0  0    6   3  +3    6 
2 Slovekistan                       2   1  0  1    4   4   0    3 
3 Tagawachi                         2   0  1  1    5   6  −1    1
4 Happy Happy Joy Joy               2   0  1  1    4   6  −2    1

Group D
Vant Islands 4–3 Misrantis
Aquillian 2–2 Djocoranga

Group D                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Aquillian                         2   1  1  0    4   2  +2    4
2 Vant Islands                      2   1  0  1    4   5  −1    3
3 Misrantis                         2   1  0  1    5   4  +1    3
4 Djocoranga                        2   0  1  1    2   4  −2    1

Group E
Sub-Kawai 1–0 Neo Starblaydia
Chetyav Province 2–0 Alta Moqoexa

Group E                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Sub-Kawai                         2   2  0  0    2   0  +2    6
2 Chetyav Province                  2   1  0  1    2   1  +1    3
3 Alta Moqoexa                      2   1  0  1    4   5  −1    3
4 Neo Starblaydia                   2   0  0  2    3   5  −2    0

Group F
The Ursine Northlands 1–0 Nukehavistan
Inis na Dún 5–2 Earent

Group F                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Inis na Dún                       2   2  0  0    9   3  +6    6
2 Earent                            2   1  0  1    5   5   0    3
3 The Ursine Northlands             2   1  0  1    2   4  −2    3
4 Nukehavistan                      2   0  0  2    0   4  −4    0

Group G
Space 1–1 Ibex
Rigerata 2–0 Ituraitz

Group G                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Rigerata                          2   2  0  0    7   2  +5    6
2 Ituraitz                          2   1  0  1    1   2  −1    3  
3 Ibex                              2   0  1  1    1   2  −1    1 
4 Space                             2   0  1  1    3   6  −3    1

Group H
Uizasd and the Crexz Islands 0–1 Seven Wonders
Santazuela 0–2 The Holy Forden Church

Group H                         Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 The Holy Forden Church            2   1  1  0    2   0  +2    4 
2 Seven Wonders                     2   1  1  0    1   0  +1    4 
3 Santazuela                        2   1  0  1    4   4   0    3
4 Uizasd and the Crexz Islands      2   0  0  2    2   5  −3    0

So is that curtains for you?
Are you worrying about the final matchday now?
Letsbeavin'you...

by **Misrantis** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:28 pm

Failure against the Vant Islands

The Mystery of Misrantis lost a little steam in the Polar Islandstates when they played the exiled pacifican island group of Ipeland, the Vant Islands.

The Vant Islands already prove some talent by defeating the Hutt River to qualify into the Cuppet competition from the Ipelandic region. But Vant Islands was not successful in the first match against Aquillian and Misrantians all over were optimistic about their chances to defeat the Vant Islands and make a place in the second round.

For this reason, it was not fortunate the result of the match between Misrantis and Vant Islands. Misrantis scoring three goals, looked to be the team that would take the victory. It was the Vant Islands who had other ideas, out scoring Misrantis with four. It was terrible for Misrantis, to come so close, and go from the brink of the knockout round to the brink of elimination just like that.

To make it worse, the final match, Misrantis must play the Aquillian team that is first place in the group, and has not lost yet. Misrantis must win against Aquillian to ensure a place in the second stage. However, there is also an alternative path for the Misrantian hopes. It is possible, if Aquillian and Misrantis play a Draw in the final match, that Misrantis will be on 4 points. Its also possible that Djocoranga, home of the Mto River and the team that Misrantis was victorious against on the first day, will defeat the Vant Islands. If this happens, Djocoranga will also be on 4 points and Vant Islands will be only on 3. This tie should be broken by the matchday one result between Djocoranga and Misrantis, which might see Misrantis advance to the second phase.

The Misrantian people were very disappointed after the late defeat against the Vant Islands and were consoling each other (Above) after the match due to the pride that each citizen has in their nation and their vision of themselves to the world. After the opening victory against Djocoranga the forums were buzzing with talk of a Championship, and just as quickly, the talk is about whether the Mystery of Misrantis will ever send an international sporting team to any competition, if they are unable to finish the group with both honor and success by achieving a place in the second phase.

One thing is for certain, all of the citizens of Misrantis will be aware that the match takes place tomorrow, and will be patiently awaiting match updates from the courier as they arrive.

by **Zenega** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 10:57 pm

Longyearbyen Pink Sheet wrote:

Zenagalese manager Ngosi Mito Suavé is not a stranger to controversy, as avid followers of the Polarian mini-World Cup for small nations and sub-regional entities will know. But perhaps he sunk to new depths last night, spotted celebrating Zenega's inspired win over Slovekistan and qualification to the last sixteen by taking his team out for dinner with disgraced Zenegalese dictator-in-exile General Theroux Chukwemoge. But, writes The Pink Sheet, you can't argue with Suavé's results. Another outstanding attacking display from The Balafons has launched Zenega to top of the bookies leader board with holders Inis na Dún. The question remains, however, whether they can keep it together off the field to mount a serious assault on the Cuppet title.

"Mother? Mother! It is Ngozi, mother. Can you hear me? No, no, not that Ngozi! Your son, mother, of course! No, no, mother, the second one! Ngozi Mito. I am calling from Polaria. Yes of course on the telephone! Polaria! POLARIA, mother. The Islandstates in the north! Yes! Yes! For the football!

"It is still freezing cold, yes. You were right, I do not like the cold at all!

"Yes mother, that is quite true. Is there nothing the World Service does not know? The Comrade-General says he is planning to make an application for asylum, yes.

"When did he tell me? Well, last night, when he took us all to dinner. After the match against Slovekistan, yes. I think he wanted to reward us.

"What for? Didn't you hear on BBC World Service? The game?

"Precisely mother. And that is just what the Comrade-General said! ... Is that right? Well, even so, he calls himself Comrade-General, and I don't like to think of him as just Mister Chukwumoge. Anyway, mother, I should go now, so - "

"Mother?"

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SOMAYINA
Botangé Province

My name is Laverette Izu and I am a man from Hooivelden, in the Botangé Province of Eastern Zenega. I work for Odo Mamelu and his World Famous Travelling Haphazard Bazaar & Provisioner of The News of The Times, although all of these things are a performance more than anything.

In Somayina, a small town to the north of my home, I asked my boss Odo what had happened to the real Laverette, who had abandoned the Haphazard Bazaar a few days before and left Odo in the lurch. But Odo told me I was the real Laverette now, and that other fellow, whose name had been Obiuto or Oluchi or something, was a fool and a miscreant who had upset his own applecart and run away from the consequences, and then he mentioned that Obiuto or whatever his name was had not been the first, nor would he be the last, to feel the wrath of Odo Malumba. I was most perturbed by this turn of the discussion, but Odo apologised and moved on quickly to the matter of the day, which was to ask me what I had heard on the BBC World Service. And it was a most interesting thing, that the old leader of the country, Comrade-General Theoroux Chukwemoge, who had been ousted in shame and run away from the people, had turned up in the Polar Islandstates supporting the Balafons, and apparently claiming asylum there. When Odo told the listening audience, they were most baffled, for who, of Zenegalese origin, would go to such cold and inhospitable places to escape their fortune? He is a desperate man, Odo told them, and they nodded agreement and applauded him for his wisdom.

Then he spoke of the football and how Jesse Abosi fired a marvellous hatrick to give the Balafons a second win, and ensure for their country passage to the next round. There was a great cheer from the people of Somayina, and songs of celebration rang out concerning Abosi's prowess.

It was a good moment to collect some money for our efforts, and I went round with my brown bowler hat, the workman's headgear.

by **Sixteen Bits** » Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:15 pm

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Wight wrote:Extract from Baptism of Fire 45
Al Sa'adi Gaddafi

Upon the Sovereign Moon Hassan and Herbert took me to a high place in the fortress where by and by we came to the lodgings of King Búa's Information Technology Support Services, which was a sweeping empty space, painted everywhere white; and in it were four black office chairs on wheels, two packing cases of varying size, and a single 3-pin electrical socket in the floor. “I.T!” said Herbert, proudly opening his arms and surveying that blindingly white space that stretched away into the distance in all directions, bounded it seemed only by the floor and ceiling.

Far away, perhaps some hundreds of metres, there was a creak, and a door opened in the otherwise bleak and featureless vista. A man in a white coat came through the door, closed it, and by so doing sealed out of that long white panorama the last detail, so that the door was invisible. The pale, grey, bespectacled man walked slowly, deliberately, towards us, his footsteps echoing against stony surfaces. I could see, from the experiences I had received in the dark arts these few horrific months, that here was a man possessed. Before he was even near enough to hear any introductions, Herbert said to me: “Professor Richard Dawkins, Head of I.T. Support!” In each hand he carried a screwdriver and a prisebar.

Professor Dawkins did not speak as he and Herbert set about the larger of the two packing cases in the room, which was as high as a man and long as a horse. Hassan and I began working on the smaller case, which was disturbingly coffin-shaped.

What is all this about?

“Johnny-boy! What do you think it's about?” asks Hassan, jovially, “We need a cool calculating midfielder, didn't Mister Clough tell us that just a few days ago? Well, here he is...” and having loosened the screws we prised the lid off the case, “...Al-Sa'adi Gaddafi, late of the Libyan Security Service and a footballer of modest talent.”

The body inside was not in good condition. Al-Sa'adi had taken quite a beating, before and after death. He was also remarkably pungent, the stench of mould to which I was already become immune, and perhaps even a little fond.

“Of course, he didn't have the football brain that Mr. Clough demands of his midfielders...”

At that, the sides of the bigger case that Herbert and Professor Dawkins were working on crashed to the floor beside us, revealing a complex machine that shimmered through several dimensions at once, being three-parts in hyperspace to one part in reality and one part in the unreality of the then-and-there in Wight Spit. “The great Sixteen Bits, artificially self-aware intelligent ultra-computer!” said Herbert, proudly.

Professor Dawkins suddenly spoke, for the first time: “Programmers at the Emigdio Venegas Centre, a research facility in the University of Anarquía in Tamarindia, created this hardware build splicing a flux capacitor to several HAL 9000 processors, putting it in an Enterprise warp-drive, using Culture mind interface technology for, um, interfacing and two Cyberdine T800s to drive it, and unexpectedly created a 0.9333-level artificially intelligent sentient machine that demonstrates an Asperger Syndrome-type personality construct with an inexplicable love of football.” He stared at it, and slowly, disbelievingly, shook his head.

Herbert held up a cable coming from a part of the machine in the eighth dimension. “Shall we plug it in?”
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Herbert ran two cables, one with a red clamp on the end of it, one with black, from Sixteen Bits, and clamped them to the nipples of Al-Sa'adi Gadaffi. Professor Dawkins tapped away at a projected interface on a shimmering surface of Sixteen Bits.
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There was a series of sparks. Al-Sa'adi's body sprang up suddenly, powered it seemed to me from an internal energy source. It pulled off the clamps. I knew what to do next. The vial.

“Welcome, Four Bit,” cried Hassan, “to Wight Spit. For now, you are in service to Búa, King of Uncertain Dimensions, and his Sondry Folk!”

Four Bit did not reply immediately, but looked between the four of us, calculating. His voice was flat and lacking inflection. “Take me to The Gaffer”, he said.

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Landstadt District Chronicle wrote:
A packed Landstadt Stadion played host to a thrilling double-header yesterday, with the McLaughlin Islands coming out with the most credit in the Group A pairings, the District Chronicle reports. If the Islands were in the Family Way, Everywhere - wherever that is - were blown away. McLaughlin, McLaughlin and McLaughlin with the goals for the McLaughlins. In the second game, the Calculators of Sixteen Bits, who had more than a look of Vergenski or other Bulgar-Magyar peoples about them, could not finish off the Prince Bartholemew Islands, leaving it all to play for in the final group games tonight.

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by **Earent** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 9:54 am

At first Shenlake had been afraid that she would get seasick or something, but once the match had gotten underway those worries departed. Inis na Dún could overwhelm them enough as it was, and by halftime, her Ousteeble teammates were past annoyance and into justification.

"Course their defense is gonna be better than ours. Riordan's only won the other thing, hasn't he?"

"The other thing?"

"Cup. It. As it were."

"Er?"

"Can you two knock it off?" said Shenlake, glaring at her teammates. "And I don't mean take it upland, I mean shut it up and listen."

"Their whole team's gonna be better," Laynin whispered, unable to go without getting the last word in, "they've only won the entire thing."

"Right," said Thaykel, blackboard at the ready. "We have to be able to challenge them on the left, watch for Gregg to lose focus. Klayb, this means you on the wing there, come up and attack. As for you in the back, watch for the ball in the air, I know you're trying on the missed passes but you have to be able to defend in the..."

So, they took the field again, and they tried to defend in the air. And six minutes later, Shane Reid came forward and, with a short pass, set up Ryan Bickerstaff for the fourth Inish goal and cuing what seemed to be a chorus of Two Ryans, we only have two Ryans from the travelling fans. (Many of whom seemed to be wearing replica jerseys for Liam Beggs or, more confusingly, Nobby Rebrov. Where were the so-called "moorlands"? It had been cold and/or aquatic as far as Shenlake was concerned.)

Ryan the younger added another goal soon after, although for the rest of the game their opponents were either tired or going easy on them. Gonelee would finally pull one back for Earent, set up by a very long pass from Klayb who was, nevertheless, playing on the left where Thaykel had suggested.

She had to hand it to him, she admitted, as they trooped off the field. His movements could be as slow as his wrinkles suggested, but picking Luvelee by then looked, not like homerism, but rather inspired in a backwards way. Rathis Stanbel would have been an obvious but subtly risky choice. People just didn't score five on Ousteeble, but she could (hopefully) get Laynin and Toneler in gear and Luvelee was a little more used to bouncing back.

Now as long as he remembers to give the subs a chance...Or we'll lose tomorrow and it won't matter.

"But we're a real country! Nukehavistan is a real country!"

"Or the replacement of an old one."

"The Ursine Northlands have been in the whatever you call it, so's Inis na Dún. This whole group, just because Maris and them are rubbish doesn't mean we're..."

Shenlake shook her head. "Why are you two still awake?"

(Mac Guagáin 17, Reid 25, Flynn 41, Bickerstaff 51, Flynn 68; Maygul 34, Gonelee 79)

by **Seven Wonders** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 11:55 am

The Miracles are living up to their name. Two matches, one whole goal, still tied for first. Endellion Trudgian of Tuin got the winner against Uizasd and the Crexz Islands to keep us tied with the Holy Fordian Church. Santazuela are next up.

Overheard on the street: "So what's the Eighth Wonder, if you guys have seven?" "Advancing."

by **Happy Happy Joy Joy** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 12:07 pm

Cassie Charisma §thinkpink
Keep Hana Setpiece in midfield! Two great goals from her corners.

Jimmy Johnson §footsyfan
Did you see Happy bend that free kick past the wall?

Gwendolyn Graham §silvershoes
Be nice if we could play defense, six for two is nothing to Celebrate.

Cassie Charisma §thinkpink
If we win this next one the Celebration will be on!

Gwendolyn Graham §silvershoes
§thinkpink: We need to win and we need some help

OOC: Expect HappyTalk to show up on an irregular basis much like social network postings. There might be five or six or ten one day, one or none the next, at random moments. All main texts will have a tight character limit.

by **Yesopalitha** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 1:29 pm

When one looks at the World Cuppet, two names come into mind for the Yesopalithans: Tagawachi and the Unbidden Horde.

The Demons are revered and feared around Yesopalitha for their magical prowess. Most Flames fans were disappointed in the one draw one loss by the Demons so far, but hope that they might be able to squeeze by.

However, the Unbidden Horde... the Yesopalithan Public is appalled at the organizers of the World Cuppet for letting the illegitimate Horde perform.

"You're letting them do what? Play football? They should be being persecuted and thrown in jail for not following the true path! It's an outrage! A scandal!" interjected a very angry fan.

The Government has declined comment, saying that Polar Islandstates is not held in any form by Yesopalithan laws, and therefore the matter is out of their jurisdiction. However, there might be a riot soon if nothing is done at all...

by **Polar Islandstates** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 2:47 pm

The State of Külmsaar and Terra Scotia

Sebastian Paternak had to hand it to the kit-makers, they did look rather good. The kits had even attracted praise form other competitors over the course of the tournament so far, and he could see why. The elegant green lines and the black shorts, the badge placed high on the left hand shoulder. All in all it was a very modern design, something straight from the trendy graphic companies that were springing up in the metropolitan quarter of Islay. Something about a grand plan for the town to grow, throw off its shackled old-industrial connotation, and prove itself as a truly vital part of the Federation.

Or was it more about being a rival to the cities in the Federation? Truth of the matter is, Külmsaar and Terra Scotia had always felt a little independent to Sebastian. They had their own versions of many brands and companies, their own television channel, and crucially, they weren't always frozen. Outside of the Arctic Circle, the state had something the rest of the nation bar a few islands south of Landt Sibir couldn't claim - sunshine in the winter. A lot of business was done with the Federation, and with Sargossa, but one could live happily in Külmsaar and Terra Scotia without ever leaving it once. This wasn't a backwards state anymore.

But, then again, the islands were definitely not Sargossa. At least, the islanders didn't think so. Many of them had Sargossan heritage, of course, but they had the choice to submit secession claims to the Senate if they wanted to, something the people overwhelmingly voted against every time the referendum was asked for.

Sebastian himself had no Sargossan blood in him. He was through and through an old Scotian. And as he pulled on this celebrated jersey, he thought about the task ahead.

Iturributa, losing finalists last time around. They'd already qualified, so maybe they'd field a weaker team? Sebastian wasn't getting his hopes up of that, but a draw would be enough. A draw against Iturributa and it wouldn't matter if Unbidden Horde beat Central-Kawai. Even this would be tough, though, and he was aware of how well he'd have to play.

He'd be one of the players the manager was looking to play well, too, as a member of the Polar Islandstates Sub-20 squad that won the Rushmori championship only weeks before. He's been expected by many to take the spot offered to him in the Di Bradini Cup squad, but no. This was more important to him. The chance to represent his state. He was only 19. He could play for the Chicks later.

He glanced across the changing room at his Juura team-mate, Eyvindur Petrovin. No nerves visible. The keeper, whose saves against Unbidden Horde had kept them in it, young Hjalmar Rozhestvensky, only 17 years old. The old master, Achilles Grosha. Simeonoe Woloshyn, 19, who scored the goal against Unbidden Horde. And the captain, Oscar Pedrosa Aagard. A player for whom club loyalty took on unreal levels, turning down the chance to move to Islay Town several times in his youth to stick with Polkhan Islanders. The fortunes of the two teams were vastly different these days, but he regretted nothing. He was a terrier, and a true leader, Külmsaar through and through, and an inspiration on the pitch.

A knock on the door from the referee. Aagard stood up. The team followed.

It was on.

by **Ibex** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:07 pm

Little Borlash sat at the dinner stump waiting patiently. His mother, Darliel, trotted in and gave him his water soup. Borlash looked up at her with his big, young eyes and posed an innocent question: "Mommy, can we win in the Cuppet?"

Darliel shrugged. "I was never taught enough math to figure out this 'point' system they use. I guess we'll just have to find out tomorrow, at the sermon in Flo'Agan. It's so nice that they stopped charging admission to mass."

"Mommy, is there anything I can do to help our team?"

This was breaking Darliel's heart. Her little boy had the most earnest look in her eyes, a look that filled her with a kind of hope she hadn't felt in a long, long time. "I'm afraid I can't think of anything, little one. Maybe if you practice enough you can join the team when you grow up and get your horns, and lead them to victory yourself!" She didn't know why she was saying this. Why was she giving false hope to her son? Everyone here lived such dank and depressing lives, what would make his any different? Perhaps she just couldn't stand to crush his dreams, like the corporation/religions had done to all the adults...

by **Inis na Dun** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:02 pm

Time never changes, a second is always the same length as the previous second, a minute the same length as the previous minute and so on. Yet time can always feel mailable, one day can seem to pass quickly, another slowly. The speed of time never changed, yet the perception of it could be very different to the reality.

Though the Football Union of Inis na Dún's records had Conor Riordan/Sheehan done as four years older than at the inaugural World Cuppet it was commonly accepted to have been five years since captain Liam Beggs had lifted the World Cuppet Trophy aloft in Franz Josef City's Nasjonale Stadion. It was commonly accepted to have been that long, though rarely truly believed.

“Five years? It wasn't that long ago surely?” had been a common refrain throughout the island in the build up to this second World Cuppet.

The five years may have flown by but much had changed in that period. Five years ago Inis na Dún had been a 'nation', rather than a nation. That World Cuppet victory is seen by many of the symbolic birth of the sovereign nation of Inis na Dún, but at the time it was officially a province of Sorthern Northland. The former colonial masters existed now only as a deserted wasteland, remaining only as a non-functioning entity. The Straits of Inis na Dún Bridge, previously linking the Sorthern mainland to the Inish now stood as a blocked off rusting piece of scrap metal.

In being an unrecognised nation within a master nation Inis na Dún had been a norm at the previous Cuppet. In returning as a sovereign nation within it's own right it was now the exception. They were now giants among dwarfs to an extant. Perhaps bristling many with their participation, should a fully fledged recognised nation not be competing in the World Cup after all? Perhaps instead offering inspiration to those still in the boat that Inis na Dún had once been passengers in. If Inis na Dún could become a free and sovereign state, why couldn't the like of Iturributa follow in those footsteps to become the next nation.

Previous winners, competitors in fully fledged international tournaments such as the AOCAF Cup (indeed in such a position as having used the recent such tournament as a warm-up for the Cuppet), and with the full back of an independent state behind it. Inis na Dún were the favourites for plenty of reasons. The shoes they had to fill were big ones, but in already having comfortably beaten The Ursine Northlands, a nation with World Cup experiences, and Earent, a newly heard of nation, but one already looking a good choice for an outside bet, Inis na Dún were proving that the shoes were a comfortable fit.

It may have only felt like yesterday that Inis na Dún had won the Cuppet, and though it may feel that the final of the second one was still a while away, the time would probably come for either Inis na Dún to retain the trophy or a new champion to be declared sooner than anyone expected.

by **Aquillian** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:08 pm

After a strong showing against Vant Islands to open the Cuppet, the Islanders were brought crashing back to solid ground after squandering a two goal lead against Djocoranga. Alfredo Herrera was frustrated, to say the least; "I don't know what happened. I think maybe the team lost focus, and in tournaments like this, eighty-nine minutes of focus is not enough. We didn't manage eighty-nine minutes, even. And it was simply not good enough."

Omar Mohammed opened the scoring on twenty minutes with a cool finish from eighteen yards, after a well-measured through pass from Eusebio Chavez. The lead was doubled early in the second half, when Isaio Gudeste cut inside from the right flank and threaded a pass through to Lionel Milito at the back post. Though two goals ahead, the Islanders had never fully been in control of the game, struggling to contain the aggressive pressing of the Djocoranga side, and in retrospect, the comeback was coming.

When Kwame Traore sprung up in a salmon-like leap to nod past Sirici from a corner kick in the seventieth minute, it was hard to be surprised. The pressure had been mounting, and it was only going to be a matter of time before the game was level. In fairness to Herrera and his side, they did everything they could to ensure it didn't happen -- Lionel Milito hit the bar in the seventy-eighth minute, and Oscar Madera had a chance cleared off the line by Kwame Traore -- but it wasn't to be. In the eighty-seventh minute, when Emile Ndiaye bundled the ball over the line to level the score, it was wholly deserved.

That result means that Aquillian have to defeat a strong Misrantis side in their final group stage match to guarantee progression, and Herrera insists that the pressure will only spur the team on. "The team will thrive on the pressure. Knowing that they have to win, and that the nation's hopes are pinned on them, it will make them perform above normal levels, I think." He told us. Before adding with a smile, "it would not be the first time."

The Islanders' hopes may rest largely on the shoulders of Omar Mohammed. The Wellmont striker is Aquillian's leading scorer, and there is a sense of expectation among the fans whenever he is in possession in the final third. He seems unfazed, though. "If the fans expect goals, then I suppose that's a reflection on my ability, right?" He laughed. "I don't mind the pressure. Its a great motivator."

by **The Unbidden Horde** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:25 pm

"There was once a Vampire
Living among a bunch of humans.
The Vampire tried to coexist with them
She didn't hurt them in any way
But hunted animals in the dead of night
So that she would not be thirsty.
However, one winter, the weather was very cold,
And the animals went into hiding.
Driven by thirst, she killed two goats
Of her neighbor to sate her thirst.
The long winter continued, and unable to control herself,
She killed a few more, until she was caught.
Outraged, the humans forgot that she had resisted for so long
And threatened to burn her at the stake;
Then, the day after, a Vampire coven came
And the humans were faced with an enemy.
The Vampire that had lived among them,
Instead of joining the invaders,
Helped them in their defense,
And the Coven was repulsed.
The Vampire was called a hero, and to this day,
The village of Erewen praise her name;
The only Unbidden to live on in Bidden legend."

by **Polar Islandstates** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:25 pm

CUPOFF.

by **Polar Islandstates** » Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:04 pm

Group A
Prince Bartholomew Islands 3–1 The McLaughlin Islands
Everywhere 0–1 Sixteen Bits

Group A                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Sixteen Bits                      3   2  1  0    5   1  +4    7  -  Q
2 Prince Bartholomew Islands        3   2  1  0    7   4  +3    7  -  Q
3 The McLaughlin Islands            3   1  0  2    4   6  −2    3
4 Everywhere                        3   0  0  3    2   7  −5    0

Group B
Central-Kawai 4–4 Unbidden Horde
Külmsaar and Terra Scotia 0–0 Iturributa

Group B                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Iturributa                        3   2  1  0    8   4  +4    7  -  Q
2 Külmsaar and Terra Scotia         3   1  2  0    2   1  +1    5  -  Q
3 Unbidden Horde                    3   0  2  1    7   8  −1    2
4 Central-Kawai                     3   0  1  2    6  10  −4    1

Group C
Slovekistan 2–0 Tagawachi
Happy Happy Joy Joy 0–0 Zenega

Group C                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Zenega                            3   2  1  0    6   3  +3    7  -  Q
2 Slovekistan                       3   2  0  1    6   4  +2    6  -  Q
3 Happy Happy Joy Joy               3   0  2  1    4   6  −2    2
4 Tagawachi                         3   0  1  2    5   8  −3    1

Group D
Djocoranga 2–1 Vant Islands
Misrantis 1–1 Aquillian

Group D                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Aquillian                         3   1  2  0    5   3  +2    5  -  Q
2 Misrantis                         3   1  1  1    6   5  +1    4  -  Q
3 Djocoranga                        3   1  1  1    4   5  −1    4
4 Vant Islands                      3   1  0  2    5   7  −2    3

Group E
Alta Moqoexa 4–1 Sub-Kawai
Neo Starblaydia 0–2 Chetyav Province

Group E                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Chetyav Province                  3   2  0  1    4   1  +3    6  -  Q
2 Alta Moqoexa                      3   2  0  1    8   6  +2    6  -  Q
3 Sub-Kawai                         3   2  0  1    3   4  −1    6
4 Neo Starblaydia                   3   0  0  3    3   7  −4    0

Group F
Earent 1–1 The Ursine Northlands
Nukehavistan 0–2 Inis na Dún

Group F                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Inis na Dún                       3   3  0  0   11   3  +8    9  -  Q
2 Earent                            3   1  1  1    6   6   0    4  -  Q
3 The Ursine Northlands             3   1  1  1    3   5  −2    4
4 Nukehavistan                      3   0  0  3    0   6  −6    0

Group G
Ituraitz 3–0 Space
Ibex 2–3 Rigerata

Group G                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 Rigerata                          3   3  0  0   10   4  +6    9  -  Q
2 Ituraitz                          3   2  0  1    4   2  +2    6  -  Q
3 Ibex                              3   0  1  2    3   5  −2    1
4 Space                             3   0  1  2    3   9  −6    1

Group H
The Holy Forden Church 1–0 Uizasd and the Crexz Islands
Seven Wonders 1–0 Santazuela

Group H                           Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts                      
1 The Holy Forden Church            3   2  1  0    3   0  +3    7  -  Q
2 Seven Wonders                     3   2  1  0    2   0  +2    7  -  Q
3 Santazuela                        3   1  0  2    4   5  −1    3
4 Uizasd and the Crexz Islands      3   0  0  3    2   6  −4    0

Congratulations to the victors, commiserations to the losers. Particularly those who have RPed and can quite justly feel themselves hard-done-by.

NOW
After a break of a day, scorination shall continue in roughly 48 hours with the start of the knockout fixtures... for your convenience, these are below...
Round of 16
1: Sixteen Bits vs Alta Moqoexa
2: Iturributa vs Earent
3: Zenega vs Ituraitz
4: Aquillian vs Seven Wonders
5: Chetyav Province vs Prince Bartholomew Islands
6: Inis na Dún vs Külmsaar and Terra Scotia
7: Rigerata vs Slovekistan
8: The Holy Forden Church vs Misrantis

Quarter-Finals
1: Winner Ro16-1 vs Winner Ro16-2
2: Winner Ro16-3 vs Winner Ro16-4
3: Winner Ro16-5 vs Winner Ro16-6
4: Winner Ro16-7 vs Winner Ro16-8

Semi-Finals
1: Winner QF1 vs Winner QF2
2: Winner QF3 vs Winner QF4

Final/TPPO
TPPO: Loser SF1 vs Loser SF2
Final: Winner SF1 vs Winner SF1

Stadium Information

by **Earent** » Wed Mar 07, 2012 7:57 pm

There's bears. There's bears. There'sbearsthere'sbearsthere'sbearsthere's--

Teav. You're not going to get eaten by a bear.

Doncher, this is so not the time--

They'll have to get past me first, right? Who's always going on about my lack of pace?

Doncher!

Nobody's going to get eaten by bears. Okay?

A glance at Teav's face was plenty to give the answer of not okay at all, but whatever.

"Er, coach?" Shenlake squeaked, perhaps half an octave above her normal voice?"

"Parkins?" he nodded.

"D...d'y...are you sure you don't...er. Never mind."

"Just play back," he said, "you're only looking for the draw, after all, second game doesn't matter."

"The draw?" she stammered again.

"That's right," he said, with a far-too-confident nod.

"It's international duty," Chera muttered, "perhaps they have a "not getting mauled to death" column on the side. Half a point or something. As a bonus, right."

Thaykel stared him down. "Hey. Watch it."

They took the field and the national anthem started up again.

There'sbearsthere'sbearsthere's

Teav. Wait until we go three or four down to start panicking, yeah? Because otherwise I think Thaykel will eat you first.

Shut up.

They didn't go three down, they didn't even go two down. They did go one down and Teav had to admit that it was, well, a rather impressive looking assist. The midfield bear in what looked like an oversized skirt had passed to a similarly-garbed forward bear, who blasted it past a game but outthought Luvelee. (He'd made one save previously; Teav was mostly impressed that he hadn't been completely pushed backwards by the force of the shot. The size of those paws!)

"Remember," Doncher was saying at halftime, "They played Inis na Dún on the first matchday, they handled it fine."

"They're...still...bears," said Artin Gonelee.

But Ayila was jumping in. "Hey, you're one to talk."

"Huh?"

"Who scored the last goal the other day?"

Artin blushed. "Er. Me?"

"Right. Is this just about you wanting to be the footnote? Earent's lifetime record, literally thanks to those stupid bears; three points, five goals, first ever, Klayb, last ever, Gonelee."

"Only you would think about the lifetime record when there are a bunch of bears in the other clubhouse."

"Not just me," Ayila nodded as Thaykel picked up his stub of chalk.

"Right! Team! You really should push forward to play for the draw. Hempner, Rettin, if you're not going to do that, then drop back and give Maris freedom to move up. Luvelee, watch your throws down the field, try to go longer and break up their midfield. Gonelee, I wouldn't worry about too much sophistication on their end, they're not trying the trap..."

They gaped, and maybe they didn't soak all of it in, but they were too incredulous to be that scared.

So, sixteen minutes later, Ayila shook off a midfielder and sent the ball into the top of the net, and somehow none of them were too surprised. Then they fell back, Shenlake waving them and Lemond and Laynin keeping things under control from opposite sides of the back line.

The other team wanted the lead back, and they kept trying throughout the final twenty minutes, but Earent wouldn't give way. Teav gave up on trying to find Doncher in front of him, they were moving around too much, nobody willing to venture forward. Shenlake was in her element, heading away another free kick; it wasn't pleasant, and it was very nervous, but it was working.

Then suddenly they'd gotten the point they were after. Somehow. Teav didn't know how, neither did Doncher for him.

"...We have the runners-up?" gaped Chera. "After we get the winners in the group stage?"

"Do they have claws? Or fur?" said Teav.

"...No?"

"Then I'm really not too worried."

by **Misrantis** » Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:39 am

Misrantis advance in perfect result day

It was a day of magic in the Polar Islandstates as Misrantis competed against Aquillian. The Aquillian team was the top of the table and Misrantis must win the match to advance, or have a result of low chance to come to fruition.

In the match of Misrantis and Aquillian, Misrantis has a draw 1-1 with the first team. For Misrantis, Semer Debjit scored the only goal. Unfortunately, this meant Misrantis was still behind Aquillian in the results table by one point. If Vant Islands was going to get any points in their match, Misrantis would be going home.

But it was incredible, and much to the credit of the Mto River and the balance between the sun and the earth, it has all worked out for Misrantis. Djocoranga has defeated Vant Islands by a scoreline of 2-1. This means that Vant Islands remain on 3 points and Djocoranga move up to 4 points, level with Misrantis. With great delight, but equally great disappointment for the respected peoples of Djocoranga, Misrantis has the tie breaker over the great Mto-loving peoples having beaten them in the first match and even having a better goal difference record.

So it was a great day in Misrantis, once the citizens understood what had happened. At first, many were downtrodden, understanding that the most likely way to advance was by winning over Aquillian - and Misrantis was not winning. It left many heads down as reports came in.

After the match, the news started to spread of the great day the people of the Mto River had provided for Misrantis, and heads started to raise, up , up and even higher than up as feelings of delight and pride filled the region.

Now, Misrantis will have a day off to rest and prepare for their next opponent, The Holy Forden Church. This team from this church has not lost at all any games in the tournament, finishing in the first position in Group H. This match will require a new level of concentration from the Misrantis players, but after proving they can draw with Aquillian, it is possible they will have the confidence to achieve an even better result against the Holy Forden Church.

Misrantis coach Rahman Omer Hilali and his associates analyze potential tactical options for the important Knockout Round match against the Holy Forden Church. The Misrantians will have lost the element of surprise in their tactics, and must now stay on their toes to both react to their opposition, and surprise them at the same time, to ensure that poor tactics do not cost them a result against a team they might otherwise be victorious against.

by **Zenega** » Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:05 am

Islay Onion wrote:

Zenega saw out a dull goalless draw with Happy Happy Joy Joy at The Workshop yesterday, the Islay Onion writes, clearly looking to avoid injuries or controversies on the field having already bagged qualification into the knockout stages. While the Balafons were Happy Happy to contain the Joy Joys on the park, their unhappy PR office must be doing overtime following the latest rumour out of the camp, that young striker prospect Wansin has gone missing in mysterious circumstances, following the infamous team dinner date with ousted dictator General Chukwemoge. Insider sources claim manager Ngozi Mito Suavé failed to notice his absence, and a Polarian private detective agency has been retained to find him. No-one was available for official comment at the time of writing.

"Mother? Mother! It is Ngozi, mother. Can you hear me? No, no, not that Ngozi! Your son, mother, of course! No, no, mother, the second one! Ngozi Mito. I am calling from Polaria. Yes of course on the telephone! Polaria! POLARIA, mother. The Islandstates in the north! Yes! Yes! For the football!

"It is cold, yes! Oh, definitely in the minus centigrade, mother!

"Oh dear, the BBC World Service again? How do they find these things out? It is very true, we have misplaced Wansin. But it's - "

"No, no, mother. Do not worry. It was definitely not my fault. And I'm sure he will turn up ag- "

"Yes, the World Service are quite correct, he has only one name. It is very fashionable with young people these - "

"Of course the whole squad is looking forward to the next stage. We really hope we can- "

"I see, of course mother! Well, shall we say good- "

"Mother?"

~~~~~

BASSÉ BASSA
Botangé Province

My name is Laverette Izu and I am a man from Hooivelden, in the Botangé Province of Eastern Zenega. I work for Odo Mamelu and his World Famous Travelling Haphazard Bazaar & Provisioner of The News of The Times, although all of these things are a performance more than anything.

In Bassé Bassa a curious thing happened. Odo had just related the news of the times to our eager audience, finishing on the matter of the football, in the Polar Islandstates, where the Balafons were competing for the World Cuppet. And glory! They had qualified for the knockout rounds again, just like last time! But the bad news had been that somewhere along the way, they had lost the young trainee, Wansin, and no-one had noticed for two days. Now it seems that Ngosi Mito Suavé the manager of the tour was in hot water once more, because not only had he failed keep track of the second best player in Zenega, and upset the first best, and dined with the deposed dictator, but now he had gone and lost the youngest of the squad goodness knows where. On the BBC World Service they were calling it a disaster, but Odo painted a bleaker picture, that something sinister had happened, and at the bottom of it was the deposed dictator Comrade-General Chukwemoge, who was popularly known as the Cannibal-General.

The audience in Bassé Bassa were wringing their hands and wondering at the ill fortune of it all, and I was about my business collecting cash for the news of the times (we hadn't even spoken of how the match against the Happyjoys had gone) when a police officer appeared at the Gathering Field and asked me to take him to see Odo. But at first I could not find him, for he was gone from the tiny tent, and nowhere to be seen. And then a man from the circus, who was the strongman Cecil Blanden, took the officer off to his mobile quarters, and Odo, like a thief in the night, appeared from amongst the milling crowd who had just a few minutes before been our audience. He took me by the arm and told me it was time to ship out of Botangé Province, and head for the coast. Did I want to see the Ocean? - he asked me. And though I was concerned for my goats, I felt again that obligation, heavy on me, and we hitched a ride, with our tent and cart and signs and all, on a flat-bed truck headed for the bright lights of Ouakam, the capital.

by **Sixteen Bits** » Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:34 am

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[unpre]

Miskatonic University wrote:
Receipt

From: Miskatonic University Faculty of Membrane Sciences.
To: Wight Tourist Board

Please accept this form as official receipt for the following:

Homo Sapiens (Deceased)

Quantity: 23 males.

Provenance: Arrived in Wight as football supporters to participate in the spectatorship of a match at The Mausoleum stadium in Wight Spit, upon the eighth day of the rising Fallow Moon, in this year of the Sixteen Bit calendar 404. Upon conclusion of the match, soundly won by The Sondry Folk, the said bodies were separated from the eternal intellects which now reside in the court of Wight Spit* by invitation of the King, and the bodies willingly donated to the purpose and cause of the furtherment of medical science.

Condition: Of previously sound mind and body, at least to the degree in which any human can be when identified as belonging to a football supporter, i.e. has some decay of the mental faculties pertaining to reason, and some degree of arterial abuse from eating all the pies.

Country of Origin: Vergenskia.

Intended use: Organic vessels for enhanced-sentience silicon-based networked processors slaved to the mother calculation of Sixteen Bits, to be used in forthcoming World Cuppet 2 competition.

Signed for recipient: Dr. Theodor Seuss Geisel, Neurobiological Research Unit

*receipt pre-dates the recent cataclysm caused by the bad manners of Kryptognosis.

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[unpre]

Jan Mayen Reminder wrote:
In a calculated display of defensive football at the Victoria Stadium, the computational Sixteen Bits seemed to outnumber Everywhere across the park to grab top spot in Group A of the World Cuppet, reports the Jan Mayen Reminder. The former semi-finalists are counting on going a step further this time out, and adding to their reputation in the process. If Everywhere were divided and conquered by The Calculators, who come to these competitions minus any substitutes to speak of, they can at least take away some consolation in knowing that the opposition are certainly more than the sum of their parts and potentially equal to any factors affecting the remainder of the competition. Can Sixteen Bits go all the way? What are the odds? Certainly they are in prime form and the addition of excellent striker Recursion to the equation this time around is a big plus.

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by **Seven Wonders** » Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:56 pm

"So we made it through!"
"We did. Wonders never cease."
"Not stopping at seven, then. Or eight."
"As long as we don't stop with three clean sheets it will be tough to beat the Miracles."
"I don't know. Shouldn't the manager be doing more? I was reading about something they used to do in World Cups. It was called spaaming, I think, named for a country that did it."
"Did it work?"
"The sources are unclear but the name stuck around. Somebody noticed."
"Well, I'm sure they won't be listening to us, anyway."
"And you're right, it's hard to beat a team until you score goals against them."
"Dee-FENSE! Dee-FENSE!"

by **Ibex** » Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:56 pm

"Hello everyone, and welcome to Ibex's leading sports show, On the Ball! I'm Horace Blunt, and with me is Rowdy Pub. Rowdy, why do you think we didn't make it out of the group stage of the World Cuppet?"

"Well, considering how we always had at least one ejection every game and didn't bring any subs, I'd say it was that we were often outnumbered."

"Why didn't any subs go off to the Polar Islandstates, anyway?"

"I have no idea. Perhaps we can rectify that next time around and do better."

"Here's hoping. And now, on to Ibex's next top yodeler..."

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