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by Alasdair I Frosticus » Fri Feb 19, 2021 3:04 pm
by Pasarga » Fri Feb 19, 2021 3:17 pm
by Tikariot » Fri Feb 19, 2021 3:27 pm
by Kelssek » Fri Feb 19, 2021 4:25 pm
KELSSEK – 2 Wylten (51’), Liadon (79’)
Poirier, Liadon, Halliger, Lozic, Vinter, Blueman (Demetriev 66’), Lapierre, Ó Tuathail, McDonald (Dionne 72’), Wylten (Taleb 78’), Custworth.
VILITA – 1 Katarakhna (84’)
Venue: The Dome, Knightspurs (attendance 91,344)
by Farfadillis » Fri Feb 19, 2021 4:28 pm
by Squornshelous » Fri Feb 19, 2021 5:00 pm
by Taeshan » Fri Feb 19, 2021 6:02 pm
by Ethane » Fri Feb 19, 2021 6:03 pm
by Commonwealth of Baker Park » Fri Feb 19, 2021 6:03 pm
Johnston; Bartok, Onikambe, Jordan; Rizzo, Westmoreland, Taborn, Ngoba; Bozeman (C); Simmons, Wadsworth
by Valanora » Fri Feb 19, 2021 10:58 pm
by PotatoFarmers » Sat Feb 20, 2021 9:33 am
Poafmersia 2
Hansel Tang 72' (assist by Mayer)
Iulianus Innocenti 87' (assist by Handris)
Brenecia 1
Lauren Cheney 34'
Lineup for Poafmersia (3-4-3): Sandi Jaliaha; Mitchel Rosales, Hollis Stephenson, Simone Gori; Dargis Walshor, Gisiik Moonar, Daas Taisg, Aubrey Mayer; Hansel Tang, Shakira Handris (c), Pete Carisa
Substitutes: Alex Hoboson (Gori 56'), Iulianus Innocenti (Carisa 64'), Nero Wood (Moonar 79')
by Ko-oren » Sat Feb 20, 2021 1:27 pm
by Banija » Sat Feb 20, 2021 1:52 pm
by Pasarga » Sat Feb 20, 2021 9:38 pm
by Nephara » Sun Feb 21, 2021 3:42 am
Chromatika 0 - 1 Nephara
(4-2-3-1) 1 - Provost; 2 - Stride, 5 - Thorn (c), 6 - Clevinger, 3 - Muscadin; 15 - Horvath (4 - Shone 64'), 8 - Cromwell; 7 - Koerner, 21 - Moxham (14 - Fletcher 78'), 11 - Considine (13 - Belgrade 78'); 10 - Lovelace
Goal: Moxham 57'
"... and Lovelace slots home! But-- but the flag's gonna go up, and, well, that's the end of--"
"He's still celebrating."
"That's the end of that, really, uh, referee's calling him back..."
"He doesn't care, he's out in the stands. Fans mobbing him. Oh, there's a kiss on the Godhead's brow, he really doesn't give a shit. I'm sorry, Konrad."
"This is heartbreaking."
"Oh. Oh, he's noticed now. I think a fan's actually had to point it out to him."
"Replay will show... yeah, close but fair. He just slipped that little bit past Anderson's shoulder before Considine got the pass through."
"Been a weird World Cup for Lovelace. First nearly caving Bedigax's face in, a goal against Drawkland and now this, as he sheepishly climbs back over the advertising hoardings... well, at least he's having a laugh about it now..."
"... Ahh, fuck it."
[boop boop ... boop boop ... boop boop ... boop boop]
"Come on, pick up, pick up..."
[boop boop ... ] "You've reached a private number. Either you know me, or you'd better turn back now."
"Son of a bitch. C'mon."
[boop boop ... boop b--] Ugh, fucking-- yes, hello. Hi. It's ... it's three fucking AM, whoever the hell you are. You've--"
"Yana?"
"... Ro. What the fuck. It's three AM."
"I forgot."
"Yeah, well, that's not the greatest comfort in the world right now." (sigh) "What's up."
"I've just been thinking about us. It's hard not to. Eve of matches like these."
(yawn) "Mmmm oh, yeah, I guess that... that is tomorrow, huh. Look, not to be abrupt, but I've got kind of-- an early morning's, coming up. Have to sleep again soon, okay."
"... What have you got on."
"Uh?"
"I mean, what can you seriously have on, you aren't with us. It's the off-season."
"Yeah, it's weird. Actually having time off. So I've got an important regimen, you know, breakfast in bed, gonna watch trashy television, gotta--"
"Yeah, yeah, okay, okay. I get it. I'll hang up."
"Hey, no. Wait. I wasn't actually trying to run you off, it's... truth be told, it's weird. Lonely, even. Right now, a break's a break, great. I'm run off my feet most of the time, all I gotta do now is keep eating right, hit the weights a couple hours a night and not publically disgrace myself. But it's good because it is a break. On its own, it's... nothing, isn't it? So if retirement, if this is all it is..."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Yeah, fine. ... You still writing that book?"
"These Annals. Yes.
"Sure, the book. Well... keep on at it. Hey, maybe I'll even get to read it someday. Who gets it after you're gone?
"Lothaire. He's a good lad. Takes it seriously."
"Yeah? Good."
"... I should let you sleep, hey."
"Mmm. Pro'lly. But... it's been good to hear your voice. Was that all you needed, too?
"Think so. Miss you."
"Just don't fucking lose tomorrow, hey. ... Love you, too."
"Yeah. Hey, wait, I never said I--"
[beep beep beep beep ...]
by Savojarna » Sun Feb 21, 2021 3:54 am
by Farfadillis » Sun Feb 21, 2021 1:52 pm
by Alasdair I Frosticus » Sun Feb 21, 2021 2:28 pm
by Kelssek » Sun Feb 21, 2021 2:59 pm
KELSSEK 3 – Ó Tuathail (12’), Lister (25’), Taleb (78’)
Poirier, Liadon, Fourtin, Halliger, Douglass (Vinter 83’), Demetriev, Lapierre, Ó Tuathail, McDonald (Taleb 70’), Lister, Wylten (Maçon-Petrault 64’).
CASSADAIGUA 2 – Schanke (4’), Graham (15’)
by Chromatika » Sun Feb 21, 2021 5:07 pm
World Cup Proper, Round of 16: Chromatika 0-1 Nephara
CMT: None; NPH: Moxham '59
Starting XI: Ria; Xiao - de Aea - Anderson - Ilya; Thorben - Armageddon (C) - Conrad; Hauser; Vidal - Sierra.
Substitutes: Zuniga -> Armageddon ('54), Victoriane -> Thorben ('62), Andisori, K. -> Sierra ('81)
by Ethane » Sun Feb 21, 2021 5:38 pm
by Taeshan » Sun Feb 21, 2021 6:12 pm
by Ko-oren » Mon Feb 22, 2021 4:16 am
by Nephara » Tue Feb 23, 2021 4:09 am
Pasarga 0 - 1 Nephara
(4-2-3-1) 1 - Provost; 18 - Rostock, 5 - Thorn (c), 6 - Clevinger, 3 - Muscadin (22 - Lind 59'); 15 - Horvath, 17 - Mueller; 7 - Koerner (23 - Mrdja 19'), 21 - Moxham, 13 - Belgrade; 10 - Lovelace (9 - Bastable 70')
Goal: Lovelace 63'
"... new signing Ilia Mueller to answer the questions of our fans on Twii.tur!"
"Hi, yeah. That's me. I am."
(Mueller forces a wooden smile, as the interface pops up different twiis)
[@afctofficial what s ... ur favurite goal]
"Mm. Well, this one time I was in the box and I felt Nathan fucking Ellis breathing down my neck, so I tried to push him aside and accidentally full karate-chopped him in the throat before shooting past, uhm, I guess it must've been Gavaris. Yeah, even got away with it too, somehow. No way that should've counted."
[@afctofficial how does it feel to abandon your hometown club, the greatest club of all, Parrhesia United? does it feel good to chase the money, traitor?]
(snort) "If you knew how much money it was, you wouldn't bother asking."
[@afctofficial does she ever smile???]
"Uhm. Yeah, of course I smile. Stupid question, isn't it? People smile. I'm smiling right now, aren't I."
[@afctofficial omg finally !!!! weve needed a player like her for ages -- ask her if shes expecting a call from @dstrauss21 any time soon ??]
"Mm. Well, see, it depends."
(offstage:) "Depends on what?"
"Depends if she's any fucking sense."
"Hey."
"What."
"Hey, Kurtis."
"Yeah, what?"
"... Is it weird for you? Being sidelined all of a sudden?"
"It's not weird. Is it weird for me? Yeah, no shit it's weird for me. I'm the better striker, I always will be the better striker, and you'd better believe I'll go down a lot more remembered. That's just a fact, and I know you know it too."
"Ah. Right."
"But. You'll let me finish?"
"Of course."
"But you had a better year, and right now with you up front it's working. And you'd damn well better think you're the better striker out of the two of us."
"I know that isn't the case historically-"
"Fuck history, man, that's just numbers. You've got to learn to let that shit go. Only thing could get me mad at you, Konrad, is if you stop believing you deserve your place. The very fucking moment that happens, you go to the boss, you tell her you're--"
"Aren't you overreacting?"
"I've scored like seventy international goals, I can't overreact, everything I do's just reactin'. So you go to Triff, to the gaffer, you tell her, 'I'm slipping, oh fuck,' then you go out and you check out of the hotel and you talk to some journo in the morning 'cause that's it, that is you done at the top level. Your mentality can't slip for a fucking second. There is zero doubt that can be let in."
"... I see."
"You know what I do, Konrad? I fuckin' cultivate. This headspace, this is a garden of shit that lets me score more goals. I prune. I don't remember shit about gravity or whatever, from school. Couldn't tell you the first thing about division on paper. But you know what was the most important thing to go?"
"What?"
"Doubt. And that's what I-- well, what I thought I saw in you, earlier. You knew you were gonna score against the Chromes, even when you were offside. You knew you were gonna score against Astograth even when you thought that 'keeper's head was the ball."
"Sure, fine. No doubt. Forget I fucking asked, before all this weird shit about pruning."
"Hey, deep down you know I'm right. Point is... you waited long enough in my shadow to take the chance, man. Just... you'd better fucking know if your grip ever gets loose, I'm ripping that shit off you."
"Sure. ... And, hey. It was the same with you."
"I know it, brother. What did you think it was pushed me so hard?"
by Ko-oren » Tue Feb 23, 2021 7:18 am
“The launch codes. I want them activated.”
[inaudible]
“Yes General, I'm commanding you to activate the launch codes.”
"You'll kill us all... everyone... Everything"
“Look out there. Look out the window [at the ruins of a city], go on. Do it. They've already murdered Sorthern Northland. Destroyed it. There's nothing left now to save, she's taking her last few breaths. Put her, put us all out of this misery.”
The sound of footsteps. The rebels entered the building.
The sound of... nothing, followed by a button press. The Taoiseach only looked sternly at the general in charge of the launch codes. The glare did its work, or maybe it was the sound of the rebels coming ever closer, step by step, story by story.
The sound of... nothing, again.
And then everything started making noise at once. Very, very briefly.
And then the sound of nothing once more.Sorthern Northland is dead. Long live Sorthern Northland.
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