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Nova Anglicana
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Postby Nova Anglicana » Mon Dec 29, 2014 3:08 pm

Changes Coming to Nova Anglican Electoral System?


John McAvoy, Political Columnist, Londinium Courier


Although much of our nation's attention has been focused on the World Cup (4-2 win over Valladares!) and the current World Baseball Classic (0-2 with Imota coming to town), yesterday Prime Minister Allen Mumford made a speech that is seen as the first step towards reforming Nova Anglicana's electoral system.

Our nation has been a first-past-the-post nation divided into electoral districts since its inception, believing that politicians should represent their local constituencies and that each politician should have the substantial support of their district in order to be elected. The magic number has long been 40%, with a margin of victory of at least 5%. While this has generated its fair share of runoffs and makes it more difficult to elect one candidate, it has the advantage of ensuring that no candidate is elected who is not supported by a substantial portion of the population. FPTP systems usually coalesce into a two-party system, much as we have seen in our neighbours to the south, the USA, with two major parties crowding out all other challengers and monopolizing the political conversation. Fortunately for us, Nova Anglicana has five major parties that all have at least 4 seats in the House of Deputies. Political analysts have revealed that this is mainly due to each party having particular "strongholds". For example, the French-speaking part of Nova Anglicana often votes for Libertarian candidates in the hopes of more autonomy, while the First Nations areas of our country return Stewardship Party candidates exclusively because of the SP's strong support for the environment and indigenous rights. Despite the existence and representation of five major parties, the ruling Progressive Justice Party and opposition Nova Anglican People's Party currently occupy 83 of 100 seats in the House of Deputies, meaning that we have a two-party dominant state instead of a multiparty democracy.

But why would Mumford announce his intention to make this change, given that it would likely result in gains for smaller parties or even the formation of new parties to contest elections? One reason could be the intense pressure put on him by voting rights groups and the junior members of the coalition government (SP and Liberal Secularists). Another reason could be that Mumford is getting on in age (67 years old) and that he wishes to leave a magnanimous legacy in Nova Anglican politics. If he transitions the electoral system to a more equitable one, he will be seen as a nation-builder and someone who paved the way for a freer Nova Anglicana instead of a doddering old non-interventionist who alienated left and right by raising income taxes and presiding over a growing wealth gap, despite the economic gains that came with it. He is the architect of the modern Nova Anglican state and he can add to that legacy with this reform.

But what sort of reform will it be? Mumford was mum on the specifics, instead referring to "reform that will more equitably allow our citizens' voices to be heard while maintaining our cherished local constituencies." Critics on both left and right were quick to dismiss this as populist drivel that either goes too far or that promises reform without actually changing the system. It remains to be seen what kind of reform will be attempted, and indeed whether Mumford will be able to find enough support to push it through the legislature. For now, we must watch and wait with baited breath.
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Champions
WBC 48, IBC 35/36, IBS XIII, WJHC VII, URSA 7s I, Port Louis 7s I, CE 29-30 (as NAAZE)

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

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

4th Place
WBC 29/38/49, IBS VII, RUWC XXI/XXVI, WJHC IV, Londinium 7s I, WCoH 28, RAHI II

Quarterfinals
WBC 27/30/31/37/41/43/47, IBS VI, IBC 15/31, WJHC VI/IX/XIV, RAHI I, AVBF Rugby Sevens I, RUWC XXIV/XXV

Hosted
WBC 31/35, Londinium 7s I/II, IBS IX

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Postby Jeckland » Mon Dec 29, 2014 3:30 pm

Chippity-choppity, hippity hop,
If you're RPing it's time to stop,
This terrible rhyme's here to end the wait,
Now time for me to scorinate!
Winners: N/A
Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Postby Jeckland » Mon Dec 29, 2014 3:52 pm

Group A
The Royal Kingdom of Quebec 0 5 0 0 2 0 0 0 3 10
Teague 0 0 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 2

Abanhfleft 0 2 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 2
Super-Llamaland 0 0 4 0 0 4 0 0 X 8

The Qocaekian Isles 5 0 0 1 0 0 2 0 0 8
Star United States 0 2 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 4


Group A Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 Super-Llamaland 3 2 1 24 14 +10 2
2 The Royal Kingdom of Quebec 3 2 1 17 13 +4 2
3 The Qocaekian Isles 3 2 1 13 10 +3 2
4 Abanhfleft 3 1 2 12 15 −3 1
5 Star United States 3 1 2 12 18 −6 1
6 Teague 3 1 2 13 21 −8 1

Group B
Diegstra 2 0 1 1 0 0 0 2 1 7
ViZion 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 1 0 2

Paymina 1 0 0 0 1 2 0 0 0 0 0 0 4
Estope 0 0 1 1 1 1 0 0 0 0 0 2 6

Pacificana Islands 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 1
Southern Democratic States 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 0 X 2


Group B Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 Estope 3 3 0 25 17 +8 3
2 Pacificana Islands 3 2 1 13 10 +3 2
3 Southern Democratic States 3 2 1 6 10 −4 2
4 Paymina 3 1 2 16 14 +2 1
5 Diegstra 3 1 2 15 16 −1 1
6 ViZion 3 0 3 12 20 −8 0

Group C
Nassau-Hessen 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 1 0 2
Val Halla 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 2 X 3

Imota 0 0 5 0 1 0 0 0 1 7
Nova Anglicana 0 0 0 0 1 0 1 1 0 3

Thibaut 0 2 0 1 1 0 0 0 1 0 1 6
United States of Devonta 3 0 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 5


Group C Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 Val Halla 3 3 0 19 10 +9 3
2 Imota 3 2 1 15 6 +9 2
3 United States of Devonta 3 2 1 12 9 +3 2
4 Nassau-Hessen 3 1 2 11 11 0 1
5 Thibaut 3 1 2 11 23 −12 1
6 Nova Anglicana 3 0 3 10 19 −9 0
Winners: N/A
Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Postby Coconut Isle » Mon Dec 29, 2014 4:24 pm

The Furry Coconut

Second matchday update
by Anthony Bjorn Chip Darian Edouard Ferdinand Giles Heston Ivor Jebediah Khan Lane Magnus Noel Ozzy Peyton Quinton Ricardo Sherman Tai Ulysses Vladimir Will Xander Yuri Zeb

Yes, I was wrong for a second time. It seems that we must grow wary of my schedule picking abilities, as once again, I have missed both the location and the team we are going up against in this Baseball Classic. But now, I'm fairly certain we are going up against Maklohi Vai tomorrow instead of today at a still unknown location. It seems that we are just going to wait until the throwing darts at a dartboard strategy works out and we luck out in finding Coconut Isle.

Doh! It seems like I was wrong all along. We are playing home and away. And you lot in Coconut Isle and at Faumanaranngataleopullanergyllgomanynyr Fields didn't even tell me about it. Jeez, you would have saved me from going over to all these islands for nothing! You have wasted me and my newspaper a lot of money! I hope you are happy about that! Anyways, it seems we were away in Elykyellek at KC National Park in Kelley City, Kelley. A stadium so nice they named in thrice, after its city and state. From that location name, it seems like they are playing in a forest, and maybe they are, but the capacity is 47,000 spectators so we doubt that.

It was a show of dominance by the Coconuts who won 4 runs to 1 after a collapse by the Elykyellekians (?) in the eighth inning whereby four runs were run thanks to a home run in a full field. It must have been a spectacular sight to behold, but again, I wasn't there to witness the glory. Hopefully tomorrow I will figure out where I need to go so I can start watching the match. We are now sitting second on the ladder, strangely enough, but we are going to face both Maklohi Vai and Ko-oren in the next two days, so expect some losses. I really do hope we can make it out of the group stage, but after our loss to Britonisea, it just seems more unlikely.
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Postby Cosumar » Mon Dec 29, 2014 4:30 pm

Cosumar National Baseball Team - WBC 32
Roster and Information



Basic Team Information

Nation - The Fiefdom of Cosumar
Demonym - Cosumarite
Region - Atlantian Oceania
Official Colors - Royal Blue, White, Silver
Domestic League - Cosumar Professional Baseball League (CPBL, or just PBL here in Cosumar)
History - World Baseball Classic 32 is Cosumar's seventeenth WBC. Though the Dragons are experienced at this competition, they have never been particularly successful. In our best years (WBC 19, 20), we were ranked around the Top 15, but that was short-lived. This year's squad is talented but very young.
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Stadia

Primary Stadium - Orangila Field (Indoor, Capacity 55.000)

Sponsored by Cosumar's most popular carbonated beverage "Orangila Flavored Sodas", Orangila Field is an enormous indoor baseball complex in Holmenkollen, a suburb of Ramusok (Cosumar's capital). In pleasant weather, the dome's roof will be open, welcoming that traditional sunny-day baseball game feel. However, in the event of precipitation, the roof can be closed as seen below. Orangila Field was constructed prior to Cosumar's WBC 18 campaign. It has been selected to once again serve as the Dragons' primary home field for the 32nd World Baseball Classic.

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Secondary Stadium - Royal Park (Outdoor, Capacity 41.000)

Royal Park is a beautiful old-fashioned field that serves as the home field for our most famous domestic team, the Ramusok Royals.[/i] Although not as high-tech as Orangila Field, Royals Park is legendary here in Cosumar because of its rich history. It is known as Royal Park not just because of the team name of its tennant, but also because it is just right down the road from the residence of the Royal Family of Cosumar. King James himself is occasionally sighted here for Royals games. From the natural green grass to the cheap food, 57-year-old Royal Park offers the classic ballgame experience. Decades worth of tradition and amazing moments of Cosumar baseball. It will serve as an alternate to Orangila Field in case of emergency, and our FIRST home game is always played here due to tradition.

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Uniform

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The Cosumar Dragons baseball uniform consists of a navy shirt with silver sleeves and pants. The hat is also navy, with a silver C in the center. The socks are silver with a blue stripe. The number will go in the top right corner of the front of the shirt and in the center on the back. The player's last name will be placed on the back, arched over the number.



Coaching Staff

Manager - Toby MacHart

This will be MacHart's first WBC in charge, replacing 87-year-old longtime manager Don Clintson. Toby MacHart is much younger than Don Clintson at 57. He was a PBL superstar as a player until a knee injury cut short his legacy at age 29. After a few failed comebacks were quickly stalled by nagging knee issues, MacHart decided to go into coaching since he couldn't play anymore. At 32, he became the youngest manager of a PBL expansion team with the Olask Bulldogs. After a long and successful tenure at Olask, he departed to become a baseball broadcast specialist for CSBN. He returned to coaching to assist his father-figure Clintson with WBC 31 as an assistant and will now take the reigns entirely.

First Base Coach - Rodney Bellums

Bellums was a baseball superstar in college. He was the #1 draft pick into the PBL many years ago. After a few seasons it was clear he was a huge bust, not cut out for the big leagues. After being downgraded to the minor leagues and disappointing even at that level, Bellums decided he was done with baseball. He tried an assortment of projects including starting businesses but none were successful. After many years he decided to go back to the game he loved - but this time as a coach. He started out with small positions for small teams but eventually worked his way up to become to First Base Coach of the National Team. 51 years old.

Third Base Coach - Louis Copenhaver

Copenhaver is much different than his fellow coaches. He was never really much of a baseball player. He just loved to watch his hometown team - the Ramusok Royals. His enthusiasm for the Royals earned him the spot of "Bat Boy" at age 13. He stuck with the job for 5 or 6 years and was mentored in the finer points of the game by Don Clintson himself. When the opening for Base Running Coach came up a few years back, Copenhaver was the best for the job. After awhile he continued to move up in the organization. Last year was his fifth season as the Royals' third base coach. With Clintson being selected to be the manager, who better to be the third base coach than his protégée Copenhaver? He is currently 35 years old - younger than some players on the team.



Pitchers

Starter - 45 - Remigio Belcher - (L/L, 6"2, 210, 30) *ACE
Starter - 11 - Yvain Winslow - (R/R, 6"5, 215, 30)
Starter - 54 - Conall Simon - (L/L, 6"4, 240, 31)
Starter - 48 - Wiljo Asplund - (R/R, 6"4, 240, 20)
Reliever (Long) - 33 - Alex Fürst - (L/L, 6"0, 190, 25)
Reliever (Long) - 46 - Kameron Carey - (L/L, 5"11, 215, 27)
Reliever (Middle) - 52 - Jaycob Kneller - (R/R, 6"4, 200, 29)
Reliever (Middle) - 23 - Brandon Augustine - (R/R, 6"4, 225, 28)
Reliever (Set-Up) - 56 - Florencio Tracy - (L/L, 6"1, 200, 36)
Reliever (Anytime/Utility) - 30 - Leroi Robles - (R/R, 6"3, 225, 28)
Closer - 36 - Alf Carver - (R/R, 6"5, 220, 28)
Closer - 32 - Sheldon Attwater - (L/L, 6"0, 215, 31)


Infield

Catcher - 61 - Elwin Hyacinthus - (R/R, 6"1, 205, 32) *Starter
Catcher - 8 - Wibo Snyders - (R/R, 6"0, 205, 30)
First Base - 6 - Hermenegildo Barros - (L/L, 6"2, 230, 31) *Starter
First Base - 9 - Jaakko Sandström - (R/R, 6"1, 195, 23)
Second Base - 13 - Delroy Thomson - (S/S, 6"0, 165, 23) *Starter
Second Base - 12 - Arron Huddleston - (L/R, 5"11, 170, 22)
Third Base - 6 - Koruko Sato - (R/R, 6"1, 210, 34) *Starter
Third Base - 30 - Leonard Andrews - (L/L, 5"11, 220, 21)
Short Stop - 1 - Rune O'Byrne - (R/R, 6"0, 200, 28) *Starter
Short Stop - 3 - Theo Garnett - (S/R, 6"1, 150, 23)


Outfield

Left Field - 15 - Kshathra Vairya - (R/R, 6"0, 215, 27) *Starter
Left Field - 48 - Archibald Spedden - (L/L, 6"3, 230, 18)
Center Field - 2 - Mikael Mikaelsson - (L/R, 6"2, 190, 28) *Starter
Center Field - 43 - Rhodri Bischoffs - (L/L, 6"2, 180, 27)
Right Field - 19 - Tylar Kraus - (R/R, 5"8, 170, 31) *Starter
Right Field - 51 - Knox Van Den Akker - (R/R, 6"5, 210, 35)


Batting Order / Starting Line-up

1 - K. VAIRYA - (LF, R)
2 - R. O'BYRNE - (SS, R)
3 - H. BARROS - (1B, L)
4 - K. SATO - (3B, R)
5 - T. KRAUS - (RF, R)
6 - L. ANDREWS - (DH/3B, L)
7 - E. HYACINTHUS - (C, R)
8 - D. THOMSON - (2B, S)
9 - M. MIKAELSSON - (CF, L)

We prefer to use a Designated Hitter. If DHs are not in use, remove him from the batting order. Slide everyone else up one spot and place the pitcher last.


OOC Permissions

Choose my runscorers: Y
Choose my lineup: N
Follow my Pitching Rotation: Y
Godmod scoring events: Y
RP injuries to my players: Y
Godmod injuries to my players: Y, but nothing too extreme please
Eject my players: Y, but don't overdo it
Godmod other events: Y, but if it's anything crazy telegram me first
Designated Hitters: Y
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Champions: DBC 35/44/45, AOCAF 54, Eagle Cup VII, WCoH 33, CoH 64, IBC 18, NSCF 10/11/15/16, WLC 20/21/26, Arena Bowl I & III
2nd Place: AOCAF 57, NSCF 13, WBC 34, WLC 12/19/23, AOHC VI, Arena Bowl V
3rd Place: AOCAF 55, CoH 45 & 62, WLC 18 & 24, BoI VI

Host: WC 78 & 82, CoH 69 & 74, BoF 62, World Bowl 27, WLC 20, Beach Cup II & V
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Postby The Vjaal-Hakifao Northern Union » Mon Dec 29, 2014 5:35 pm

Group D

Milchama 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 3 4
Joshulia 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 1

Wolfbenz 0 0 1 2 0 0 0 1 0 4
Patistan 2 0 0 0 1 0 2 0 X 5

New North Aqmuland 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 3
Williamstad 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 2

Group E

Britonisea 0 0 0 0 1 5 0 1 0 7
Eykyellek 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 2

Maklohi Vai 0 1 0 1 1 0 0 2 0 5
Ko-oren 0 0 0 0 0 3 0 0 0 3

Walamzia 0 0 0 0 4 0 0 1 0 5
Coconut Isle 0 0 1 0 0 1 0 4 X 6


tables to come really really soon
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Postby Jeckland » Tue Dec 30, 2014 1:26 am

OOC: Since Llama seems to have gone without making the tables, I'll do it.

Group D                 Pld    W   D   L    RF   RA   RD   Pts 
1 Williamstad 3 2 0 1 15 7 +8 2
2 Milchama 3 2 0 1 13 10 +3 2
3 Patistan 3 2 0 1 12 12 0 2
4 New North Aqmuland 3 2 0 1 10 13 −3 2
5 Joshulia 3 1 0 2 8 9 −1 1
6 Wolfbenz 3 0 0 3 11 18 −7 0


Group E                 Pld    W   D   L    RF   RA   RD   Pts 
1 Britonisea 3 3 0 0 15 6 +9 3
2 Coconut Isle 3 2 0 1 13 11 +2 2
3 Maklohi Vai 3 2 0 1 9 7 +2 2
4 Ko-oren 3 1 0 2 8 10 −2 1
5 Eykyellek 3 1 0 2 7 12 −5 1
6 Walamzia 3 0 0 3 8 14 −6 0
Winners: N/A
Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Postby Coconut Isle » Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:26 am

The Furry Coconut

Why I need help, or my slow descent to insanity
by Anthony Bjorn Chip Darian Edouard Ferdinand Giles Heston Ivor Jebediah Khan Lane Magnus Noel Ozzy Peyton Quinton Ricardo Sherman Tai Ulysses Vladimir Will Xander Yuri Zeb

I've been wrong for the third day in a row! I don't understand, does the universe not want our team to go against Maklohi Vai? I mean, when I look at the schedule, where Electrum is listed fifth in the group, we're supposed to go up against Elykyellek, but clearly we already faced them! Now, I don't have any idea where anything is, or what we're going to do! Yes, this is the definition of insanity for this sports journalist, and by the name of Margaret, I do hope my prediction is right. We're halfway through the first half of the competition, and I still haven't attended a match. This time, Coconut Isle was away in Walamzia, defeating them six runs to five.

But the closeness of that match worries me. We haven't faced either Ko-oren nor Maklohi Vai, both teams who are sure to give us a big whooping. Even though we're second on the table, I fear that we are going to lose the next to matches and suffer a fall. Britonisea have done excellently so far, with three victories, Maklohi Vai just behind us with the same record, and Ko-oren on one win and two losses. Only two can advance. This group is extremely tight, but I don't think the dwarfs can handle it.

The Loomai (OOC: This was on purpose) seem like a good bunch of baseballers, and the Ko-oren Dragonflies will be tough orders for Coconut Isle's Coconuts. In fact, if we tried to throw coconuts at a Loomai and a Dragonfly, I think I would know who would win. Coconuts are a fruit with a husk, and would easily squish a bug. Now, I don't know where the match is at tomorrow, so I'll have to once again take a guess. I think it will be in Coconut Isle, and against Maklohi Vai. Let's hope my prediction is correct again. Or I will go insane. I promise. Please, whoever is reading this, write down who we are going against!

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Postby Jeckland » Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:31 am

Epic Quest Three: Part Two
Third's a charm, and all that malarkey


Jeck was scared out of his wits. That thing behind him had looked a lot like... but it couldn't be, not in these parts. He didn't have the time to think though. He had to run.

Llama and the red caped figure were off ahead. Jeck didn't know who the figure was, whether they were chasing Llama or running away from the thing behind. The chase went on for a good while, with disconsolate Esportivans rubbing their eyes in disbelief as they saw the rather odd quartet zoom past.

Llama and Jeck kept running, but they both suddenly began to feel.... drained. Llama had to dive out of the way of the red figure, who zoomed past. Slightly too quickly. The flat up ahead meant that the group must make a sharp right turn. But as the figure tried to make this turn at high speed, it felt over and skidded unceremoniously into the building. Three figures zoomed by, the last one looking decidedly green. The chase was up for the fourth.

Jeck and Llama were really struggling now. But Llama soon figured out why. It was the low after drinking Hypercondensed Energy Dew. He hurriedly fumbled with the bottle top, eventually getting it open. Whilst running, he gulped down half of the drink. Instantly feeling better, he threw the bottle at Jeck. However, Jeck wasn't prepared. He clumsily fumbled the bottle, with it dropping on the floor in front of him. By this stage Llama was off in the distance, with the giant green person behind him breathing down his neck. Desperate times call for desperate measures, thought Jeck, diving head-first towards the bottle.

He had, however, slightly misjudged. Instead of landing where his outstretched hands could reach the bottle, he landed short of it. He wasn't on the ground long though, as a pair of beefy hands picked him up like he was no heavier than a feather. Startled, Jeck spun around to face his captor. And his eyes almost popped out with surprise.

"Vilita?"
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Winners: N/A
Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Postby Abanhfleft » Tue Dec 30, 2014 8:02 am

Dissociation, Part Nine

Volga Volta Park
Releinthi, Abanhfleft
Three days later


Alice Tyler stood at the shores of the lake in the middle of Volga Volta Park. The park had been so named in dedication to Volga Volta, the first president of a free and self-governing Abanhfleft. Of course, back then, it had been known as the Free Land of Abanhfleft, and Volta had established the country as a safe haven for all people of all walks of life and beliefs, and he had tried to run the country as a pure democracy, with him trying to listen to all the desires of the people that he governed. Volta was too idealistic to realize that such a government would simply not work at all, especially in a country as large as Abanhfleft, but luckily for the country, Volta's successor, Cabron Admiral, had realized his predecessor's mistakes, and created the parliament for proper delegation. Despite that, Volga Volta remained one of the most beloved presidents in the country, and there were numerous parks (and of course roads and schools and other establishments) named for him in numerous cities throughout Abanhfleft.

Alice threw a rock at the lake. It skipped for maybe four or five times before finally sinking out of sight. Alice shook her head and then picked up another stone. It had been a very, very weird week for her. Last Saturday, she had been talking to her friend Milla Katz about going out for some "unwinding," and then she had suddenly found herself looking at her father's fallen form, in the middle of a raining night. Alice had spent an unknown time crying for help when paramedics and policemen finally arrived at the warehouse where she and Zach had somehow ended up, and she watched powerless as the paramedics loaded her father's body into their ambulance.

The good news was that Zach Tyler had survived. The gangster's bullet had actually only grazed his armpit, and therefore he wasn't really in any danger of dying. Zach had fallen unconscious because the shock of the wound had overtaken his body, but all it took was five stitches, and then he was back to normal, almost. The other good news was that Kimber Tyler, Zach's wife and Alice's mother, had finally woken up from her coma, although for her it must have seemed a bit of a cruel joke that she woke up just as Zach was being brought into another hospital for his wound.

FNP officers and investigators were now swarming over Warehouse 357 on Sing Sing Avenue, the last time Alice had looked at the news. The official story was that Yasenev-Kellerman-Ignacio gangsters had tried to store ANFO and nitroglycerin in the warehouse for as-yet-unknown reasons, but because they hadn't followed proper transport and storage procedures, the ANFO and nitroglycerin blew up, killing most of the gangsters inside. There was no mention of any kidnapping or a rogue gunman going on a shooting spree inside the warehouse.

Alice's problem was that she had no idea how she had ended up just a few meters from that warehouse, kneeling beside her injured adoptive father. For her, it had been an instantaneous trip from her house's living room to that rain-drenched warehouse, with nothing in between to even give her a clue as to what she may have done that had led her and Zach to that place. But she had her suspicions. She knew that the same thing had happened to her six years ago, when she had fallen asleep in her room one night, and then she had found herself waking up on a bench in this same Volga Volta Park the next day. But according to her parents, three days had passed from when she fell asleep in her room and woke up on that park bench. Also, she had pointed a gun at her best friend (the same gun that she had found on her person when she woke up in the park), and she claimed that she was some other person than Alice Tyler. Her parents had taken her to a psychiatrist a few months after that incident, and the doctor--some dude named Portugal or something--had told her that she had gone through something called a dissociative fugue. The doctor's long-winded diagnosis had gone completely over her head, but then she had done some research of her own, and she finally learned what a fugue was, in layman's terms. After that, she had grown a little bit wary about her own perception of the world, and she was on her guard almost everyday after the first incident. But as time passed, she had grown complacent, and soon she could barely even recall what the hell a fugue was.

And then the accident happened, and her mother had fallen in a coma. For the two weeks after the crash, she had been on the verge of emotional instability. And then, when Milla had called, she had been reminded of her status as an adopted child, and how Zach and Kimber had gone out of their way to treat her like their own flesh and blood. She was reminded by the sacrifices they had made for her, especially her adopted mother, and that was when Alice was sure she had snapped, and gone into another fugue. Of course, during her fugue, she wasn't aware that she was in such a state, but now that she, meaning Alice Tyler, was back, it scared her that there may have been some things that she had done that she now had no memory of doing because technically it was another person that did it. And she also couldn't shake off the loss that she felt over losing almost four days of her life.

As Alice skipped another rock on the lake and contemplated the problem with her mental health, she heard footsteps coming up from behind her. She turned around, and saw her mother walking towards her. "Stone skipping, huh?" Kimber asked. Alice nodded in reply.

"I remember when I used to skip stones myself," Kimber said as she moved beside Alice. "My brothers and sisters and I would stand on the beaches of Bytuch Wyk and toss every stone that we can find into the ocean. Back then, we didn't care much for the skipping. It was the number of stones that we could throw into the ocean that mattered for us."

"So how many stones did you manage to throw, Mom?" Alice asked.

Kimber sighed. "Oh, you know, Alice, I threw so many rocks that I don't even have the vaguest idea how many rocks I threw. But I do remember this one time when I was eleven or maybe twelve that I had thrown maybe twenty rocks. Sammy, your Uncle Sampson, said that I had thrown only nineteen when he had thrown twenty. Of course, I said I threw twenty, because he took one of my rocks, and I saw him do it, and I know that he knows that I know. Anyway, nothing important came out of that fight. Sammy and I walked away with a deal that we would share the tie."

"Wow, Mom," Alice said. "I don't know what to say after a story like that."

"You're supposed to say, 'What a nice story, Mom,'" Kimber replied. "'Please tell me more!'"

"Hey!" Zach Tyler called out. He was walking towards the two women, hands in his pocket. "Alice, the concert's in about ten minutes! Your bandmates are waiting for you!"

"All right, Dad, I'm coming," Alice replied. Kimber nodded, and Alice began walking towards Zach.

"You know, you didn't have to dress up for this gig," Zach told his daughter as she walked up to him. Alice was wearing a sheer peach blouse with a blue-green silk scarf at the neck, black shorts with a fancy belt, and shoes with a thick sole and heels. In comparison, Zach was just wearing a black shirt and blue work jeans, which made Alice look decidedly fancier than her father.

"This is almost my big comeback, Dad," Alice said. "Of course I had to dress up. Oh, and, uh, thanks for getting my band back together. But as to why you had to be my bassist, I don't want to know."

"I have to keep an eye on my daughter now that I know that I am about to be on the wrong side of sixty," Zach replied. "Also, your regular bassist--was it Ollie?--couldn't come because he had some kind of family reunion or something. And since I'm a little bit of a veteran with the bass, I figured I could be a good replacement."

"Oh, Dad," Alice said as she shook her head. "You and your excuses."

The two of them stepped onto the stage where the rest of the band was preparing their instruments. The drummer and the guitarist, whom Zach remembered to be Alice's friends Leo and Chester respectively, greeted Alice and immediately began asking her about what happened to her in the past week. Zach just sighed and began tuning his bass. Alice's band had been approached to be the opening act for a concert commemorating some of Releinthi State's best and greatest alumni. Zach had graduated from Releinthi State, and in just a few more months, Alice would also become an alumna of the university. Also, it felt good for Zach to be able to finally play the bass once again, even for just one more time.

"Thank you all for coming," Alice said to the microphone just before the event was about to start. "Uh, this is the first time that we've played in front of people other than our fellow students, so we're really glad that a lot of people had come here now." There was the expected laughter from the three hundred or so people that had come to watch.

"I'd like to dedicate this performance to my family," Alice continued. "This is for my mother, Kimberley Tyler, because she was the one that took care of me and raised me into the person I have become. And this is also for my father, Zachary Tyler," she said, looking at Zach standing beside her. "This is for you finally being there when I needed you the most. Thank you, Dad." Alice nodded in Zach's direction. "And of course, thank you, Mom. All right, now let's get this started!"

On that cue, both Chester and Zach began strumming their respective instruments. As the notes began to come forth from his fingers and bass, Zach Tyler couldn't keep the smile from his face. His family was finally back together, and he finally had his wife and daughter with him, enjoying the life that they had.

It felt good to be a family man.

(OOC: And that's the end of Dissociation! But is it really the end of the story of the people in this story? Find out in the next matchday RP!)
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Postby Patistan » Tue Dec 30, 2014 9:01 am

Hey Hey
What's that sound?
All the RP's are in the ground.

This your MD4 cutoff
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Postby Patistan » Tue Dec 30, 2014 9:15 am

Group F
Communist Eurasians 0 0 1 1 1 0 1 0 0 4
England-Ireland 2 0 1 0 1 0 0 0 1 5

Jeckland 0 0 0 0 1 0 6 2 0 9
Naval Monte 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 2

Hicana 0 0 3 0 0 0 1 0 0 4
Crystal Empire 0 1 0 2 0 2 0 0 X 5

Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 Jeckland 4 3 1 16 8 +8 3
2 England-Ireland 4 3 1 14 14 0 3
3 Hicana 4 2 2 13 12 +1 2
4 Naval Monte 4 2 2 19 24 −5 2
5 Communist Eurasians 4 1 3 12 13 −1 1
6 Crystal Empire 4 1 3 14 17 −3 1


Group G
Thebear 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
Greater Weselton 3 3 0 1 2 0 2 1 X 12

The Fair Republic 1 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 2
Icrum 0 0 2 0 0 1 0 0 X 3

Gregoryisgodistan 0 1 0 3 0 2 0 0 0 6
Cosumar 0 3 0 0 0 0 0 4 X 7

Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 Gregoryisgodistan 4 3 1 25 16 +9 3
2 Cosumar 4 3 1 14 13 +1 3
3 Greater Weselton 4 2 2 20 12 +8 2
4 Icrum 4 2 2 9 12 −3 2
5 Thebear 4 2 2 14 21 −7 2
6 The Fair Republic 4 0 4 8 16 −8 0


Group H
Arana 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 1 0 2
UNITED WE STAND123 0 0 0 3 0 0 0 1 X 4

Equestrian States 0 0 2 0 0 0 2 0 0 4
New Matawan 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 1

San Jose Guayabal 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 3
Estenia 0 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 0 2

Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 San Jose Guayabal 4 4 0 17 10 +7 4
2 Equestrian States 4 3 1 21 8 +13 3
3 New Matawan 4 3 1 24 14 +10 3
4 UNITED WE STAND123 4 2 2 18 19 −1 2
5 Arana 4 0 4 9 21 −12 0
6 Estenia 4 0 4 7 24 −17 0
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Postby Gregoryisgodistan » Tue Dec 30, 2014 9:19 am

Costa Lunians Say the Dardnest Things Episode Preview: Fatistan
WARNING: SPOILERS FOLLOW

In this all new episode of the hit TV Show Costa Lunians Say the Dardnest Things, our hero Doybert decides to attend the World Baseball Classic in Patistan. However, because he is such an idiot, he thinks the country is called Fatistan and is named such because everyone is really fat. So he boards Dumb Princess Airlines Flights 10 (all Dumb Princess Airlines Flights are numbered 10 or lower since Costa Lunians can't count any higher) to Patistan in order to visit there. Unfortunately, the pilot is an idiot Costa Lunian and lands the plane in the middle of an Enemy Crusher compound in Gregoryisgodistan, somehow managing to avoid destroying the plane. Nonetheless, Doybert cries because he hurt his pinky sticking it in his ear when they popped. He cries for Doybert's Mother but she isn't there.

Then Doybert exits the plane and meets his first Enemy Crusher, Enemy Crusher Fatty McFooFoo. Enemy Crusher Fatty McFooFoo weights 875 pounds, and needless to say is really fat. So Doybert exclaims "Yay! I'm in Fatistan! I want to watch baseball!" The Enemy Crusher feels insulted and tries to crush Doybert but Doybert is so scared that he throws up on the Enemy Crusher, causing Fatty McFooFoo to run away.

Then Doybert visits the Enemy Crushers' cafeteria and assumes that the reason "Fatistan" is so fat is because of all this great food. But Doybert learned from his Mother that fat isn't fun so he decides to switch out all the Enemy Crushers' food with broccoli that he snuck onto the plane past incompetent security. This infuriates the Enemy Crushers further and they send a whole army of them to crush him. They are trying to crush him when Doybert bites one. This makes the Enemy Crushers even more angry but then Doybert throws up on them again since he has a tendency to do that when he is scared. The Enemy Crushers are then disgusted and climb off of him but warn him that this was his last chance. Doybert then decides to do a stupid dance in an effort to convince the Enemy Crushers to give him another chance and Lord Almighty Gregory himself (appearing as himself in the TV show) orders the Enemy Crushers not to crush Doybert because he is a stupid Costa Lunian and doesn't know any better. Instead, Doybert is to be forced to listen to a recording of "I'm a Little Teapot" on loop for 120 straight hours without even sleeping. Doybert then cries for Doybert's Mother again and begs for mercy but he is forced to listen to I'm a Little Teapot anyway. To his and everyone else's great surprise, Doybert enjoys the torture. It is a stupid song and he is a stupid person, so it only makes sense. The sleep deprivation makes him more loopy than usual, but only slightly because he was an idiot to begin with. By the end of the 120 hours, Doybert is singing and dancing passionately with the music.

He then orders the "Fatistanis" to give him the recording but this infuriates them further so they give Doybert 237 flushies in the toilet by sticking his head in and flushing. Then they almost crush him a few times, making sure to get off of him before he dies. This results in Doybert having several broken bones and being very dizzy, but he doesn't care since he got to visit "Fatistan" and make them eat broccoli. Unfortunately, Dumb Princess Airlines doesn't serve Gregoryisgodistan so Doybert has no way of getting home, but he boards the next Greglord Air Flight to Quebec and hijacks it with a piece of broccoli that he claims is a bomb disguised as a piece of broccoli. The pilot is not convinced but Lord Almighty Gregory says not to take any chances and they take Doybert to Costa Luna where he runs off crying for Doybert's Mother because there was a bomb on the plane and he was scared. The next morning, the washing machine blows up because Doybert forgot to take the broccoli out of his pants pocket and it really was a bomb. Doybert then exlaims "Doy! I took the wrong broccoli! I'm so Costa Lunian!"
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The Grand British Kingdom
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Britonisea's RP

Postby The Grand British Kingdom » Tue Dec 30, 2014 12:06 pm



The Grand British Kingdom's argument with Britonisea



You may not know, you may know but The Grand British Kingdom is a country in The Union of Confederate Regions. What you may have not know is that Britonisea is a sovereign state with in The Grand British Kingdom and after many years, there will not be a GBK Team and a team who gets to play sports without the support of The GBK. This is settled in a raffle with 20 rounds. For the Winter Games, it was clear that Britonisea won the raffle as the put 66 people through and then the rest of the GBK sent a total 165 nations. There, however, is a very big argument on the ranks for WBC. The Grand British Kingdom is saying that they should inherit the total rank of the World Baseball Classic forever, but, Britonisea refuses to do so. They say that they have been working to hard to give up the ranking. This is a very debatable subject which is separating the Britonish baseball world. Let's look at the pros and cons on of The GBK inheriting the rankings...

PRO
* A roster will be provided more often because not only would there be a larger team, but the Television Corporation is better. Television can help us make our roster.
* The Britonish Team being ranked excludes the rest of the Kingdom of the glory of Britonisea in baseball.
* It would cost Britonisea less money as the train would go amongst the rest of the countries.
* Other nations may change their perspective of Britonisea.

CON
/Other nations may change their perspective of Britonisea, for the worst.
/Only Britonish people where on the Britonish Team and therefore is a Britonish Team and not a commonwealthian.
/If other members from The Kingdom takes part in the Britonish Team, it may have an effect on how good our team is.
/It's a strain for other nations as they have to tell there citizens that The Grand British Kingdom replaces Britonisea and also Britonish merchandise will have to be changed.
/Other nations in the Kingdom has to put money on baseball, a sport that only Britonisea is successful at.

These are only some of the PRO's and CON's that are on the table when the final discussions. There will also be another debate if Britonisea wins the discussion. That debate will be if The Grand British Kingdom should enter a baseball Teams. Once again, here are the PRO's and CON's...

PRO
*There will be two teams within the Grand British Kingdom.
*More coverage of the sport on television in the region, never mind the Kingdom.
*More followers.
*Baseball would be added to the curriculum at school.
*More money would come in to the industry and WBC.

CON

/This team could deteriorate the significance of the Britonish Team.
/The Region and The Kingdom will be split.
/Shows more diversity of The UCR.
/Rosters will become less common, almost extinct from the teams in the Kingdom.
/Reduced chances of winning.
/Pressure on both sides.

It is a very interesting debate because it will effect the Britonish Baseball Organisation in both arguments in different ways. All that matters now is that Brtonisea is doing well so far but The Grand British Kingdom coming in to sports may wreck things. More on this and how it affecting Tennis.



Team rejoicing as the earn themselves a three-peat!



Group E                 Pld    W   D   L    RF   RA   RD   Pts 
1 Britonisea 3 3 0 0 15 6 +9 3
2 Coconut Isle 3 2 0 1 13 11 +2 2
3 Maklohi Vai 3 2 0 1 9 7 +2 2
4 Ko-oren 3 1 0 2 8 10 −2 1
5 Eykyellek 3 1 0 2 7 12 −5 1
6 Walamzia 3 0 0 3 8 14 −6 0


Britonisea doesn't really know about the different time zones of the three countries that are hosting this tournament. However, the ones over there don't have a problem as they earned themselves a three peat. This is when a nation wins three consectutives games. It's like a hat-trick but it isn't. Coconut Isles only lost against us and they admit, they need some learning. The secret is no coverage of the event, no support! trying you hardest and you just have to believe winning, and you'll win. Maklohi Vai was expecting to do much better says Britonish bookies. So were Ko-Oren. The bookies predicted that we wouldn't even qualify but we need to such down the gabling industries anyway so don't listen to them. Eylyellek or sometimes named "nation I can't spell" is at fifth place and they were expected to loose the whole group. Good for them. Walamzia were expected to come fifth some come on, believe to achieve!!!!!


Basic Info



Nation - Britonisea
Demonym - Britonish
Region - Union of Confederate Regions
Official Colors - Orange, tricolore (Red, blue and white)
Domestic League - The Britonish Baseball Bat (Lasts for about a month)
History - We entered in 27. We are have reached Ro24 before which everyone hated...
Stadium- When hosted, if hosted, in Britonisea it will be held in Sport's City. The Stadium will be the Rounders Field (Cap 30,000). If that is in use, we will use either Doportedas' Olympic Stadium or Telm City's Olympic Stadium (Currently hosting ATP World Tour Finals) or even The Field (Cap 22,000).
I am the Kingdom consisting of Britonisea, North Britonisea, Nightom, Aloquirbe and Centreplex Limited.

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Britonisea
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Postby Britonisea » Tue Dec 30, 2014 1:28 pm

Confirmed RP
Rexubliqué Univexserellué de Brityunik #BRI
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1st - 162 points - WV112 (314 J+T)
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1st - 132 points - WV73
1st - 117 points - WV64
1st - 113 points - WV41
1st - 98 points - WV63


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1st - 34 points - WHF42
1st - 34 points - WHF48
1st - 33 points - WHF68
1st - 28 points - WHF46
1st - 28 points - WHF37
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Democratic Socialists

Postby Super-Llamaland » Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:58 pm

Epic Quest 3: The Quest is a Lie

Three

The giant, monstrous hands dropped Jeck on the ground, and, gasping for the air he'd just had knocked out of him, looked up in dismay.

"Vilita?" Jeck gasped as he saw the towering monster above him. It was all mangled aquamarine fur and wicked-sharp claws, with a cape dangling off its furry back reading "AOSPIRACY", and he wondered what in the world had happened to the former champion.

A figure leapt off the top of the hulking behemoth and landed on the ground, perfectly unhurt. "Hey, Jeck," Vilita said, "what's up?"

"Wait, what's that you were riding?" the dots connected quickly in his mind. AOspiracy, the monster's cape had read. He'd heard a fundamentalist quack on the telly the other day about AOspiracy and how to prepare for it. It was...he stumbled backwards. It was a reported AO plot to control all of the city of New South Sportsville.

"No," he whispered to himself, "it couldn't be." Leaving a puzzled Vilita behind, he turned tail, taking the time to scarf down a Condensed Energy Dew as he did so, and sprinted for his life.

Thus running straight into the large mesh net that had been set up behind him while Vilita had distracted him. Jeck only had time to curse violently, twisting around, before the tranquilizer dart buried itself in his back and everything faded out.



Five hours prior

"The eight hundred and ninety-third official meeting of the AO Council is now adjourned- wait, ****, wrong word," Falcania said to the rapt councilmembers around him. "I mean, it's, like," he quickly flipped through the AO Leader's Guide next to him, no easy feat since the book was six thousand and eighty-three pages long and written entirely in hand-cut papyrus with clear glue used for ink.

"Er, sorry," the Delegate to the Council said lamely, attempting to flip through a section of pages that had been stuck together, "it's like beginning. Anyway. Erm."

From the audience, Valanora coughed annoyedly.

"Right. Er, Respected Council-Member Valanora the Marauder has something to say," Falcania finished, and fainted of embarrassment. The council-members, raptly watching Valanora, didn't notice.

Valanora stood up. "Right. Hello, everyone. We've seeded robotic puppet-spies in the neighborhoods of Esportiva and Rushmore, so on Delegate Falcania's word we can instantly turn them into raging battlefields - us being the victors, of course, and with many of you as reinforcements for the puppetbots already there. I'd like to thank Semar Land, commonly known as Sem, who for some reason had six hundred twenty-seven-"

"Six hundred and twenty-eight," Sem corrected from a corner of the room that had a large mainframe in it, both proud and annoyed at once.

"Right, sorry, six hundred twenty-eight robotic puppet-spies lying around for some reason, and who gladly contributed them to the cause," Valanora said. "Anyways, we don't have a puppet-bot in World Changers, but that's okay because everyone who lives there is a puppet-bot and the place is basically one guy's summer home anyways. We'll just send the bots outside when it's about to rain and take over that place. We also seeded the appliances in some of the houses that don't have a neighborhood, so every nation that plays in the World Cup is covered."

"What about Atlas?" somebody said, snickering. "Also, where is everyone? Not a lot of us are here."

"The robots declined to spy in Atlas. They said they had standards and then activated their emergency power-off switch. And there's some sort of baseball event that some of us went to watch, so-"

BOOM

Valanora spun around. "What in Laborious Hawk's name was that?"

Semarland, looking at the puppetbot feeds from the computer, yelled excitedly: "All of our puppets in east Esportiva have been blown out! Now what?"

Valanora looked at him in awe, then grinned. "Now, the AOSpiracy starts to roll."
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The Vjaal-Hakifao Northern Union
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Postby The Vjaal-Hakifao Northern Union » Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:01 pm

Group D
Joshulia 0 0 0 0 1 0 2 0 0 0 0 3
Williamstad 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 1 0 4 7

Patistan 0 0 0 1 0 0 2 0 0 3
New North Aqmuland 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 2

Milchama 1 4 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 6
Wolfbenz 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 1 3

Group D                 Pld    W   D   L    RF   RA   RD   
1 Williamstad 4 3 0 1 22 10 +12
2 Milchama 4 3 0 1 19 13 +6
3 Patistan 4 3 0 1 15 14 +1
4 New North Aqmuland 4 2 0 2 12 16 −4
5 Joshulia 4 1 0 3 11 16 −5
6 Wolfbenz 4 0 0 4 14 24 −10


Group E
Elykyellek 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 5
Walamzia 0 0 0 1 0 0 2 2 0 0 2 7

Coconut Isle 0 0 0 0 1 0 4 0 0 1 0 6
Maklohi Vai 0 0 0 2 1 1 1 0 0 1 4 10

Ko-oren 0 0 0 0 5 1 1 0 0 7
Britonisea 2 5 0 2 0 0 0 2 X 11


Group E                 Pld    W   D   L    RF   RA   RD 

The tables are currently shot right now, please stand by
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Postby Jeckland » Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:36 pm

You remind me of a man.

What man?

A man of power.

What power?

The power of hoodoo.

Who do?

You do.

Do what?

Remind me of a man.

What m- OH, JUST CUT THE DAMN THING OFF ALREADY!
Winners: N/A
Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Jeckland
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Postby Jeckland » Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:50 pm

Group A
Teague 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 2
Star United States 0 5 0 0 2 0 0 0 X 7

Super-Llamaland 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 1
The Qocaekian Isles 1 0 1 0 1 1 0 1 X 5

The Royal Kingdom of Quebec 0 1 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 2
Abanhfleft 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 1 3


Group A Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 The Qocaekian Isles 4 3 1 18 11 +7 3
2 Super-Llamaland 4 2 2 25 19 +6 2
3 The Royal Kingdom of Quebec 4 2 2 19 16 +3 2
4 Star United States 4 2 2 19 20 −1 2
5 Abanhfleft 4 2 2 15 17 −2 2
6 Teague 4 1 3 15 28 −13 1

Group B
ViZion 1 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 3
Southern Democratic States 0 0 0 1 0 1 3 0 X 5

Estope 0 0 3 3 1 1 0 0 0 8
Pacificana Islands 1 1 0 3 1 0 0 0 0 6

Diegstra 0 4 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 4
Paymina 0 0 0 0 0 1 1 0 1 3


Group B Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 Estope 4 4 0 33 23 +10 4
2 Southern Democratic States 4 3 1 11 13 −2 3
3 Pacificana Islands 4 2 2 19 18 +1 2
4 Diegstra 4 2 2 19 19 0 2
5 Paymina 4 1 3 19 18 +1 1
6 ViZion 4 0 4 15 25 −10 0

Group C
Val Halla 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 1
United States of Devonta 2 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 X 3

Nova Anglicana 1 0 0 1 0 0 3 0 4 9
Thibaut 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 1 3

Nassau-Hessen 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 1
Imota 1 0 0 0 0 0 3 0 X 4


Group C Pld W L RF RA RD Pts
1 Imota 4 3 1 19 7 +12 3
2 Val Halla 4 3 1 20 13 +7 3
3 United States of Devonta 4 3 1 15 10 +5 3
4 Nassau-Hessen 4 1 3 12 15 −3 1
5 Nova Anglicana 4 1 3 19 22 −3 1
6 Thibaut 4 1 3 14 32 −18 1
Winners: N/A
Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Postby Jeckland » Tue Dec 30, 2014 4:36 pm

Pld    W   L    RF   RA   RD   Pts 
1 Britonisea 4 4 0 26 13 +13 4
2 Maklohi Vai 4 3 1 19 13 +6 3
3 Coconut Isle 4 2 2 19 21 −2 2
4 Walamzia 4 1 3 15 19 −4 1
5 Ko-oren 4 1 3 15 21 −6 1
6 Elykyellek 4 1 3 12 19 −7 1
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Postby Maklohi Vai » Tue Dec 30, 2014 4:43 pm

OOC: I'm bringing back Kumalo from my Margaret storyline on a limited release for this WBC. I won't have time to RP every day.

"Explain to me, again, honey?"

"Mother, I'm coming home."

"But aren't you wanted? Isn't there a group of people out there who will harm you? You know we've had to go into hiding. You know they've targeted us, they've targeted your wife. It's reckless."

"No, no, I know I'm going to be safe."

"How on earth do you know ?!"

"I have friends who will protect me. People with power."

"Politicians? Policemen? Who?"

"Yeah, like policemen."

"But not?"

"Well they're not employed by the city as police. Look, I can't tell you much more."

"I'm your mother. You can tell me."

"No, no, I can't. Look, stay safe in Grazak, tell Aunty Em I say hi."

"Please, I need to know that you're going to be safe."

"I've told you already, I'm not going to tell you again. I will be safe."

"Oh pl--" *click*



The man in black stood over Kumalo as he finished the call and stood up. "Done?"

"Yeah, done."

"Let's go."

"Where are we going again?"

"That's not for you to know, Kumalo."




Edit in 2019 for my own reference in case I want to pick up this storyline again:





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Postby Britonisea » Tue Dec 30, 2014 5:18 pm

The Ball Identity

Part One: The Ball Identity.

One Ball...with a face...is in WBC...he needs to find...who he really is...he needs to find...his identity.

We start in Jeckland. The Ball wakes up as he is being tossed in to the air. He went 100m in the air, over the fench and in to the abyss. He was free. He rolled to a nearby store where he saw himself in the mirror and he thought that he was a human, but in fact he wasn't. The poor ball didn't know what to do. He carried on walking until he passed Sports Direct. He rolled inside the shop when suddenly, a group of balls (big balls) ganged him up. It was a basketball, a San José Guayabal/Equestrian States Football and a dodgeball. Baseball had no idea what he was in for. The basketball spoke "I am Basky. Meet José and Dodgey. We are here to tell you...you are brainwashed. You don't remember a thing however, you're name is... Jason Ball." Baseball was shocked. The Basketball continued "You have a mission. You need to get to the Airport and on to Patistan before the humans catch you. Go now" Baseball (Jason Ball) didn't know what to do. He rolled outside Sports Direct and rolled on to a Disable-Friendly Train Track (you know the one you can go on without minding the gap). He then headed for the airport...
Once he reached, he didn't realise how many humans there were. Slowly, he rolled monotoneously to the bagging area. But as he reached, a kid picked him up. "Mum!" He said with a quite posh voice "I found a baseball in the Airport. Please look!!." Baseball had a quiver down his leather. The mother walked over "Don't touch that. If I have told you once, I have told you one million times... never touch a ball which looks like it has been travelling" the mother took hold of Baseball and chucked him in a box. This was filled with barbie dolls, hair products and a ball. The ball was black. He was as hard as Baseball. The unknown ball began to talk. "So..you new here?" Baseball stared frightfully in to the unknown ball's eyes. "You don't have to speak. We are on our way to find our leader...who is in Patistan." Baseball's eyes nearly popped as he spoke "Patistan? I am supposed to be in a stadium and I can't go to Patistan." The black ball rolled over to Baseball. "Listen kiddo. You're going. You're Jason Ball at your service." Baseball was even more frightened and he didn't know what to do. Abruptly, a convayor belt moved forward and in to a dark room. There were 2 engine which switched on. Baseball felt that some was 40 degrees in the air. "Where are we Black Ball?" Said Baseball. "Going to Patistan"...



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Postby Abanhfleft » Wed Dec 31, 2014 3:35 am

Truth is the Savior, Part One

Releinthi North Cemetery
Releinthi, Abanhfleft
September 31, 2008


The rain fell hard on Releinthi North Cemetery, as if the sky commiserated with the people who stood in the cemetery today. There was a small clump of about a hundred people surrounding three coffins sitting before three plots of excavated land. To a casual observer, it would have looked like a large family had just suffered a large and terrible loss. And in some ways, that observation can be said to be true. In truth, though, three families had gathered there in the cemetery to mourn the loss of one of their number, each. And these three families were the Yasenev, Kellerman, and Ignacio families, three of the most wanted crime families in Abanhfleft.

Releinthi North Cemetery, along with many other cemeteries across Abanhfleft, had been filled almost to capacity thanks to the aftermath of the Holy Catholic Revolution. But Yasenev-Kellerman-Ignacio's influence extended deep into the fabric of Fleftic society, and therefore despite the fact that Releinthi North Cemetery absolutely needed to bury a lot of bodies resulting from the Revolution, there were a few plots of land reserved for their use, and their use only.

The three people about to be buried today were John "Big Johnny" Ignacio, Marvic "Cool Kid" Yasenev, and Mark "Killer Mark" Kellerman. Yet, far from being victims of the Revolution or their own criminal lives, these three gangsters in the making had actually been killed by a lone gunman, a student of Releinthi State University that had finally snapped after being bullied by almost everyone else in the university since the resumption of classes following the end of the Revolution. Everyone knew the name of the shooter: Timothy Julian Lane. But after the shooting, Lane had dropped off the face of the Earth, and despite YKI's vast criminal spy network, they could not find him anywhere to repay the deed. They would have gone against his family, but then they got word that Lane's two sisters had been married to one Raphael Durant, scion of the influential Durant political dynasty, and YKI knew that there was no way now that they could exact retribution, for they had a "gentleman's agreement" with the Durants: the Durants didn't come after YKI, and in exchange, YKI did not come after the Durants.

The members of YKI stewed in their own juices, angry at having been denied the chance of retribution for their fallen comrades. Big Johnny, Cool Kid, and Killer Mark had been supposed to be the next generation of YKI's leaders. But then their own greed and love for power had brought about their own downfall. The three of them had operated their own version of YKI's criminal empire within the university, but in bullying this Lane kid, they had somehow overstepped their boundaries, and brought their own deaths upon themselves. It was the classic problem with teenagers: they always thought themselves invulnerable, invincible, and immortal. And this Timothy Lane kid had proven them all wrong in one single day.

A priest had already presided over their funeral masses. All that was needed now was to return them to the embrace of the earth. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust and all that. But before the pallbearers could carry the three coffins over to their designated plots, a man stood up from among the rows of mourners and walked to the head of the three coffins. "Today, we bury three of our brothers in arms," he said. "This is a particularly testing time for all of us in the families. And this is also an especially testing time for me, for I am about to say goodbye to my twin brother, Cool Kid, for one last time.

"I am not going to bullshit you by saying that this is not our brothers' fault," the man continued. "It is their fault. They let their power get into their heads, and they have paid for their hubris with their lives. But, from a certain point of view--some might say a sick one--the deaths of Cool Kid, Big Johnny, and Killer Mark may have actually benefited our organization. Yes, they have been groomed to be the potential successors of our current leadership," he continued even as a few of the grieving women began to wail at his words. "But what if all this hadn't happened, and they were still among us, and they took over the organization with the same mindset that they had applied to their time in the university? What then would have happened to our organization? The organization would most probably fall under the onslaught of our rivals and the police. And all because these three couldn't resist not showing off.

"Today, my brothers and sisters in arms, is a new day for our families. Our brothers in arms here that have already left our presence have been weighed, and found wanting." The man tapped the three coffins before him, indicating who exactly he was referring to. "In these coffins lie the shattered dreams of three futures. And yet, these three deserve to be buried in the soil, for our futures under their leadership would not be as bright as they are now. Their deaths mark the beginning of a new age for all of us here. Yasenev, Kellerman, Ignacio, all our families, and more, will be changed forever by the loss of John, Marvic, and Mark. Yet this change is good for us. Change is good. Change means adaptation. Adaptation means more chances of finding or discovering that one thing that will make us all survive and thrive. Surviving and thriving means that our children, grandchildren, and other descendants will be alive to enjoy the fruits of our labors.

"Yet all this will only be a hollow victory, thanks to the actions of one teenager named Timothy Julian Lane. After taking the lives of our brothers in arms, this Timothy Lane ran away from the scene of the crime, and it appears that he has dropped from the face of the earth. Since exacting retribution on the man that was responsible for the deaths of Cool Kid, Big Johnny, and Killer Mark was not immediately possible, we had turned our attentions to his family. And yet, fate has decided to intervene in our affairs once again. Timothy Lane had two sisters, Kandi and Olivia Lane. It would have been a great honor for me to take their miserable lives by myself in retribution for Timothy Lane's killing of my brother, but alas, Kandi and Olivia Lane were last seen entering the mosque in the south side of the city, supposedly in preparation for conversion to the Islamic faith. Now, we all know that the Durants are Muslims. And I know for a fact that Lane's sisters have been romantically attracted to Raphael Durant, just one of many scions of the Durant clan. I have reason to believe that Raphael Durant is preparing to marry Kandi and Olivia Lane in Muslim rites in order to bring them under the protection of our gentlemen's agreement with them. To put it plainly, it sucks. But an agreement is an agreement, and we shall respect the agreement, for we are honest businessmen and gentlemen.

"Yet I digress, brothers and sisters in arms. Yes, Lane's family may be now under the protection of the Durants, but Timothy Lane himself is not. Timothy Lane may be in hiding now, but once he comes out of his hiding place, we will be out there waiting for him. I will be out there waiting for him. This I swear on the souls of my friends and brothers, Big Johnny, Killer Mark, and Cool Kid. When Timothy Lane finally comes out of hiding, we. Will. Kill. Him."

After Big Johnny, Killer Mark, and Cool Kid had finally been interred by their fellow gangsters, the three crime families finally split up, under the watchful eye of the FNP covering the funeral (discreetly, of course) both to keep trouble out of the solemn ceremony, and to keep an eye on possible new members of the group. As the man who had made the eulogy-slash-vow of revenge walked over to his car, another man, who was surrounded by three burly bodyguards, approached him. The man turned around and said, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Robert Yasenev, the overall leader of the Yasenev-Kellerman-Ignacio syndicate, extended his hand for the man to shake. "Those were poignant words, Terrence," he said. "And while you may have hurt the feelings of your mother and the others, you are right in saying that maybe the deaths of Johnny, Marvic, and Mark may actually be good for us."

Terrence Yasenev, Robert's son and Marvic's twin brother, shook his father's hand. "Yes, Dad, I know that my words must have hurt people," he replied, "but let's face it: Marvic and the others were too proud to live. If they had indeed taken over the families, then I have no doubt that they would have our downfall upon us."

"Of course, Dad," Terrence agreed. "Yet all this is because of that Timothy Lane kid. If Lane hadn't come to Releinthi State, then who knows where we might be now? But what I said about killing him is true. If I find him setting foot on Releinthi, then he better be ready to meet his maker soon."

"Whoa, easy now, son," Robert said. "We don't want you following your brother's footsteps now, right?"

Terrence took a deep breath and then sighed. "Yeah, Dad, I guess you're right."

"Hey, Terrence!" a kid about Terrence's age said from the driver's seat of the car he was about to get into. "Come on, we got something more to do after this!"

"All right, Dad," Terrence said. "As you can see, we've got a little more work to do."

"Don't let me keep you," Robert told his son. As Terrence began to walk towards the car, he noticed another car slowly driving towards the cemetery parking lot. He would not have paid it any attention were it not for the fact that the car's occupants had lowered the windows, and he could barely make out the barrels of submachine guns poking out of the windows. Terrence made to shout a warning, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the people in the car opened fire. Clods of dirt and grass went up where the bullets didn't hit flesh or car steel. Robert Yasenev managed to hit the deck on time, but his two bodyguards weren't as lucky. Their heads vanished in clouds of pink mist as dozens of bullets struck them in that particular area of their bodies. Terrence pulled a pistol that he carried in a shoulder holster, but by the time he could bring his gun to bear, the attack was already over, and the shooters were driving the hell away from the scene of the crime.

"Are you okay?" Terrence asked Robert as he crawled towards his father. "What was that all about?"

"I have no idea," Robert replied. "But someone definitely tried to take advantage of us in our time of sorrow."

Meanwhile, just as the two Yasenevs were trying to recover their wits, a woman who had taken cover from behind the cemetery's brick wall suddenly came running for the street. "Helen! No, Helen!" she shouted. She slid to a stop beside the car where Terrence was supposed to be before the drive-by happened. She then cradled the body of what had once been a woman, but whose head was now almost disintegrated by the number of bullets that had struck her. Her hands had also suffered the same treatment, because apparently she brought up her hands to protect herself when the drive-by began. "Helen, no! No!" she continued to scream.

"Kate!" Terrence shouted. "What happened?"

"Helen got hit, Terrence," Kate replied. "Helen's gone! She's gone!" she wailed.

Terrence Yasenev could only watch helplessly as policemen began to converge on them. This was exactly the kind of thing that both the syndicate and the FNP dreaded. It was a tried and tested tactic by gangs to come to their rivals' funerals and stir up all sorts of trouble. The only cartel that Terrence knew was even in any position to challenge YKI was the Huesca Cartel, and therefore he was sure that the drive-by was committed by the cartel on orders from Guillermo Huesca himself.

YKI had just buried three of their number. They would now have to bury four more, thanks to this latest attack on them. It wasn't a good time to be a Yasenev, a Kellerman, or an Ignacio.
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Postby Jeckland » Wed Dec 31, 2014 4:57 am

Epic Quest Three: THE GOVERNMENT IS BEANS!!!!

Llama collapsed against a deserted building, numb with exhaustion. He'd eventually outrun his pursuer, but had no idea what to do now. He was still stranded in the wasteland of East Esportiva, with no idea who was chasing him or what was really going on. Worst of all, he was out of Hypercondensed Energy Dew. He knew he should be staying alert, as this was a dangerous place, but within a few minutes e felt his eyes drooping.

"Maybe just a five minute lap." Llama mumbled drowsily to himself, and within minutes he was snoring loudly.




Jeck woke up in a stae of confusion. He was tied to a pillar with a long, thick rope. Looking around, he saw he was in an ancient looking building of grandeur. Pillars stretched to the domed celing, with pictures all over the walls and a black marble floor. He then saw that he was near the front of the room, and tens of people were looking back at him.

To his left was an organe person, who Jeck instantly recognised as Falcania. Even just a quick glance at the crowd saw him recognise several well known faces.

"Where am I?" said Jeck to the assorted crowd.

A voice called back. "You are in the ultimate region. You are in The Place, Atlantian Oceania."

"Oh! Fogeyland!" called out Jeck in recognition, then recoiled as a pair of false teeth thrown from the crowd hit him in the head.

"The eight hundred and ninety third meeti-"

"Eight hundred and ninety fourth!" yelled Sem.

"Er, sorry" said Falcania. "The eight hundred and ninety fourth official meeting of the Fogey- er, AO council is now... um... happening."

Valanora sighed. "Remind me why you're the Delegate again?"

Falcania responded by fainting again, but everyone's attention was on Jeck, who had started to garble about demanding answers and his human rights.

"QUIET!" said Valanora. "As you can probably tell by now, AOspiracy is real. And we want your help."

"But why? I'm not even in AO!" said Jeck.

"Exactly. We need someone on the inside in Esportiva, and you seem up to the job, especially with your background with WBC 30."

"It doesn't matter anyway." said Jeck defiantly. "You can keep me tied up here all day, bribe me and torture me, but I will NEVER, EVER WORK FOR YOU!"

Valanore smirked at this, then produced a can of tuna from his back pocket.

"Deal" said Jeck.




"WAAAAAUGH!" yelled Llama.

He was in a giant blender, but for some reason the owner of the blender was shaking it around instead of turning it on. As he bounced around, the shaking got harder.

"Hey! You!"

Wait, this was a dream. That voice was from real life. Someone was shaking his haed from side to side. Then he felt a sharp crack.

"Wake up! Now!"
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Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Postby Patistan » Wed Dec 31, 2014 9:26 am

This is your MD4 cutoff

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