World Cup 64 RP Thread

[The Inevitable Syndicate]

Lacus Magni 4–5 The Inevitable Syndicate
Lacus Magni: Unknown / Syndicate: Birch 26', 42' , Mitchell 11', 52' , Pratt 84'
After a troubling loss to Western Cuba, the Syndicate managed to pull back a victory against Lacus Magni, 4-5. A high scoring game meant the team had to be on point with their attacks at all times, with many shots on target and many goals scored by both teams. Mitchell kicked off the score-fest with a brilliant goal in the 11^th minute, to which Lacus Magni retaliated by scoring two goals in the first half. Birch wasn't having any of this, and as a result scored from a corner in the 26^th, and got a brilliant cross from Pratt in an unusual reverse play just before the end of the first half.
The second half was just as explosive, with Mitchell scoring another goal just minutes in, and Pratt finishing the game with a fifth and final goal, but not before Lacus Magni could pop a final goal in to bring the score up to 4-5. Overall, an exciting and tense game. Here's hoping our spate of luck continues against Silar tomorrow, which should be a blast from the past.

Chapter i. Negotiations
Chapter ii. Raiders of a Lost Art
Chapter iii. Some Assembly Required
Chapter iv. The Syndicatian Intelligence Agency

An Inconceivable Truth
A Story of Syndicatian Climate Change

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Chapter v. Hidden in Plane Sight

In order to not attract attention, the SIA had booked the team some bog-standard Ahlenfi Airways tickets to Khabu. Andrew hadn't travelled third class in a while, and was getting rather stressed. He didn't like flying at the best of times, so when there wasn't enough legroom and you couldn't get exactly what you want, things became tense.

“Why is there so much alcohol on the menu?” Andrew exclaimed, “Nobody drinks! What happened to the days where you had things like orange juice on planes? Can I have an orange juice? Where's the service staff? Do I have to get it all myself?”

To make matters worse, the SIA had booked Administrator Browne a window seat, and she was sat next to him, so there was no way that things were going to quiet down any time soon.

The Chess team decided to spend their time back at the SIA looking on the Datalink for any clues that could tell them where the fabled artefact was hidden. It seemed that wherever it was, the Ahlenfi people wanted it well hidden, as many results turned up nothing.

After the plane journey, the team stepped (well, most of them, Andrew ran) off the plane, and the heat of Khabu hit them like a freight train. This was certainly not what anyone in the Syndicate was used to, and if the climate change was to keep up, this would be the worst of it. Stephen Jones seemed inspired by this fact, and made a brisk walk for arrivals to collect his suitcase. Andrew followed suit, not only rather scared being in another country on something other than a negotiation, but also because he wanted be rid of the airport as soon as possible. Craig Daniel took this opportunity to strike a conversation with Bones.

“So, you see that football result? We won, but just barely. Wasn’t too bad!”

“I don't care for football, Daniel.”

“And you call yourself a Syndicatian? Blimey, where's your sense of pride? I guess, what with me being a quarter Audioslavian, the love of the game brushes off on me. That, and the love of a good drink. Don't you agree, Bones?”

“I don't care for alcohol, Daniel.”

“Bloody hell, you don't care for much, do you Ariana? I figured you'd be more... adventurous. Or is it just a front for your gooey interior?”

“I don't care for small talk, Craig!”

“Hah, fine!” said the agent, as he walked through the doors to the airport, “We'll make some big talk, then. I think this whole thing is a load of codswallop. There can't be such a thing as a flaming Meteoricon, really? You've just pulled this whole stunt to take Browne for a ride, right? Are you hired by Freenex to send him out the country?” he laughed. “But anyway. Let's say this weather-machine does exist, what are we going to do once we find it? The Ahlenfi authorities would be all over us – by which I mean you, I'm far too good to be caught – and I can name over one hundred countries that would kill for a device like this, and we're going to snatch it from under all their noses?”

Ariana Bones sighed. She didn't say anything. It seemed that she had no comeback. She silently grabbed her suitcase, walked passed Daniel, and towards the exit of the airport.

“Huh, I guess she's getting a bit hot under the collar...”

[Alexanderburn]

Kartvelistan 2-1 Alexanderburn
Doyle (17')
Alexanderburn displays stellar counterattack skills, but cannot claim three points

Wow, this is both a boring second half and an absolutely fantastic half. These forty-five minutes can only appeal to those who truly love football and appreciate the fine art.

The ANFT played yet another 2-1 match, but this time, Alexanderburn was not on the winning side. Unfortunately, a number of factors contributed to this "almost draw," including playing an away match against a higher-ranked team.

"Considering this was against a team that is definitely superior to us in terms of ranking, and factoring in the fact this it was an away match, this result is far from abysmal. Though we are definitely not satisfied with not claiming three points, or even one mere point, we definitely are showing the prowess of our team that Kartvelistan and other nations' team will have to face in their own stadiums and at our stadium as well. Prepare for it in whatever ways you can, and may God grant mercy on your teams," stated assistant coach Peter Matthiassen at a press conference.

The match indeed could have gone either way, as all three of the goals were practically scored within the first half hour. The biggest shocks happened in the second half, however, when many exceptionable saves and impeccable shots were witnessed by the audience. It was definitely one of the most "beautiful" matches of football that many fans have ever claimed to have seen Alexanderburn play.

"That was just.. wow. Even though my team [Alexanderburn] didn't win, just watching the beauty and the talent that these players possess while living their dream tonight was worth ten of these tickets," noted one Giulie D'Androsio from Baychester. Another shocker came in the form of a goal, notably the goal of defender Cameron Doyle in the seventeenth minute. Again, Alexanderburn and its team showed how talented they can be through a vicious and organized counterattacked that allowed the team to equalize the game despite the eventual loss. However, critics from around the world are praising Alexanderburn's rapid counterattack, and many warn that it could be the demise of a number of highly-ranked team, such as the draw against Akbarabad, who was the 11th best team, when the unranked Alexanderburn played them in the World Cup 60 qualifiers. Here are the match highlights:

1:0 - (unknown player) - 7'
1:1 - Doyle -17'
2:1 - (unknown playeer) - 31'

Tonight's match will be played in Windermere Arena outside of Suffolk once again.

STARTING LINE-UP (Alexanderburn vs. Ossidiacqua)

-------------------- Kidane ---- Massie -------------------
------ Frederiksen -------- Schroeder -------- Austerlitz ------
-------------------- Holierhoek --------- Collett -------------------
--------- Doyle ------- Rittenhouse ------- Ebersberger ---------
----------------------------- Nordaglio ------------------------------

Modification: -1

Good luck Alexanderburn!

[Sicoutimont]

Election Ahead in Sicoutimont at Troubling Point in Rushmori Relations

Niles Coache's second 4-year term as Prime Minister ends soon. June 21 is the date the term will expire, and a federal election was debated in Parliament yesterday. Coaches will talk to Emperor Jean III today to set a date from the election. So, if there is an election, what are the parties standpoints? Let's find out a bit about there leaders first, and if they're projected to win a large amount of seats.

Social Democratic Union-In Power(123/242 seats)-Leader: Niles Coaches
Coaches and the SDU have had a solid eight years in power. Sicoutimont joined the international stage, economically and in sporting. It cannot be argued that his de-isolationism of the country did not do the country benifits in the long-run. The Economy survived a recession under his leadership, and at a 99/100 World Assembly ranking, it is one of the most thriving economies in the region of Rushmore. Speaking of Rushmore, what happpened? Coaches' has been good at opening the country to trade, but it looks like a storm is brewing in the region. The army has not suffered under Coaches' rule, but Coaches is very anti-War and is unlikely to get involved should a conflict break out. However, with a hotspot in the region, the Valladar Westlands, located on Sicoutimont's northern border, we may have to be drawn into any conflict, to protect our sovereignty. Officially, Coaches' policy on the Westlands is that they are Valladar land. On the other hotspot, the coast of the Branta filled with oil, he believes a 1-state solution, maintained by members from all over the region, is a better answer than war. Coaches' seeks his 3rd term as PM, and will do so running in his home riding of Saliberry-Ile Perrot Est.

Labour Party of Sicoutimont-Opposition-78/242 seats-Led by Charles-Jean Roberval
Labour picked up 42 seats in the last election due to the charisma of leader Charles-Jean Roberval. Whether it's kissing babies or making speeches, he was there. Officially, he supports Coaches' policies on de-isolationism and the economy. The major difference is when it comes to healthcare and schooling. Roberval wants a system were all healthcare is free, and you pay taxes to keep these buildings running, a self-named Canadian System. Currently, all healthcare is free to get, and you must pay all your hospital bills at the end of the year. The public, of course, prefers Roberval's, but it means less money goes into schooling and healthcare from your pocket. Roberval, before he became a politician, was an architect, and he loves buildings and bridges. He plans to build a massive International City on the coast of Baie-Eternite, full of jobs and homes. Most of his backbench does not support this, and it is unlikely to happen. Where his and Coaches' policies differ the most is in Rushmori politics. His policy is also that they are Valladar land. His difference, however, is that he would move troops to defend key Valladar cities and work with the military of Valladares to keep any invaders out. This is because he believes any invasion of the Westlands, according to him, if they were captured, would bring an obvious war-mongering country to Sicoutimont's northern border. The military would see vast improvements under Roberval, including buying a new fleet of S-Class Submarines in Baie-Trinite to protect valuable trade coming into the ports of Edmunston, Beaudette, Pierre Beach, and Lac-Geneve-du-Sud. You could say Roberval's a bit paranoid of war in Rushmore, and it obviously shows in his policies. It is unlikely Labour will win a majority, but a minority is possible for the Labour Party. Roberval will be running for election in the northern riding of Mont-Pearle-et-Granberry.

Communist Party of Sicoutimont-3rd Party-28/242 seats-Led By: Louis Brebeur
Ah, the commies. You may read this and wonder, "Wait, how did the Communists get almost 30 seats?" It's due to large distributions of areas that were very much so unhit by the Communist Dictatorship from 1963-2005. Basically, all there platforms consist of are using Communism on the economy, millitary and infastructure of Sicoutimont. Militarily, it believes that armed conflict is not the answer, but it says that any threat to Sicoutian territory will be met with fierce resistance on the seas, land and air. In Rushmori politics, they believe that isolationism to a lesser degree is the answer, with some trade alowed in and out. On the other hand, they would remain in sporting events. The main problem here is that they'd have to overthrow Emperor Jean III, as the Monarchy is Constitutional, but Jean Royale can decide if the leader is fit to rule, and can call a snap election. The Communists aren't likely to win any government, and it is unlikely they will win more than the 28 seats they have now. Louis Brebeur will run for re-election in the riding of Girard-Nord-sur-Riviere-Ile Perrot Ouest

Those are the three main players right now. The few other seats in the house are held by Independent candidates. The other minor parties are the Green Party of Sicoutimont, the Unity Party and the Conservative Party. EDIT: BREAKING NEWS-Election called for June 25th.
We'll get you updated soon from the campaign trail, as the leaders make their first promises/lies to the people of Sicoutimont.

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Royales Draw Maklohi Vai
It was a warm day at Vaian National Pitch in Kolo Lahi, Maklohi Vai for Sicoutimont's match against the hosts. The last game here between these two teams was a 4-2 Sicoutian win, while the last match between these two overall was a 2-1 Vaian win. To the game, Sicoutimont pressed hard early, with Alex Gannot scoring to give Les Royales the lead. Tumo Makanopalani tied it for Maklohi Vai in the 44th minute, and scored again in the 56th to give the Vaians a one-goal lead. It looked like this game would end with a loss, but Girard Giroux had something to say to that. Recently transferred from CAP Los Chorros in Valladares to Edmonton United, Giroux would score to tie the game in the 71st. That would be the end of how the score turned out, with another 1-point match for Les Royales. The team will need to start winning, otherwise qualification will seem like the far-off dream it was in World Cup 61. Here's the box score, courtesy of http://www.footybets.scm!

World Cup Quals-MD 4
Maklohi Vai vs Sicoutimont, @Vaian National Pitch, Kolo Lahi, Maklohi Vai
Sicoutimont 2--------Maklohi Vai 2
Gannot 17'       Makanopalani 44'
Giroux 71'        Makanopalani 56'

Sicoutimont's next home match is on Tuesday, May 17, 7:30pm. @Stade St-Pierre: Sicoutimont vs Basque Socialist States. The next match after that is New Sideburn vs Sicoutimont, then we're home to Jeruselem on June 2, Northern Sunrise Islands on the 9th, and Kinzar at home on the 16th. That'll be the end of the first half of qualifiers. So, follow your Royales on TV, Radio or livestream from your computer! Today's special grand prize winner is: Loic Archambault of Ile Perrot! What, these Ile Perrotians can't get it any worse, can they? Back-to-back World Baseball Club Champions, UICA-qualifing Football team, you've got Alex Gannot from Ile Perrot on the national team, two party leaders running for election in an Ile Perrot riding, and now you win a ticket to the next home match? Geez. Congrats, Loic! Check your Wedensday paper for results from the match, and a review of the first week of campaigning for the Federal Election.

[Paradystopia]

It was a balmy morning in Zalfas, the small city nearest to Zj. A lone man sat at an outside table nursing a large cup of coffee and musing over a crossword.

"4 Down, Voyages for a tyrannical dinosaur ... hmmm .... "

He was waiting. Waiting for someone who was now late. Checking his watch, the absentee was fifteen minutes late.

"T-Rex? ... ahhh ... Treks ..."

This angered him further as it appeared that 2 Across could no longer be 'Minute'. Soon the whole puzzle was hidden beneath a mass of irate scribbling. Where in the Holy Father's name was he?

The man was Tau Azrak, a special operative of the Commune, a hired assassin. The guest he awaited, heir to the Dultsabjr empire; Harrison Khett. They had some matters to discuss.

Tau noticed the back page of the newspaper he'd thrown upon the table. 'Paradystopia suffer shock loss to Kerblaekistan'. Ha. Nevermind my dear Paradystopi brethren, it'll all be over soon. Skimming over the article, he sneered at the mention of Evelyn and Morgana's names. Traitors. They will die for their insult to the Glorious Commune's name. Lhaydifee Artisans ... Pah! So they qualified for the Globe Cup with their new team. Mogd-Syrusha Khvadrant'Delta were in the Champion's Cup ... again.

A gaunt young man walked up. He wore a plain, yet obviously well-made suit and his light-brown hair glinted bronze in the morning sun. Uneasily he took a seat opposite Tau.

"Hello ... err ... Mr. ... err?"
"Azrak."
"Mr. Azrak. Hello. I'm Harrison Khett. I .. err ... I'm unsure as to why you've asked to speak with me but ... err ... here I am. Sorry for my lateness ... I ... err ... well, it's been a troubling time ... I'm sure you understand."
"Certainly Mr. Khett."
"So ... err ... What do you want?"
"Dultsabjr Enterprises."
"What?!"

Tau took a sip from his coffee. Lukewarm now. He pushed it to one side. Looking Harrison in the eyes, he repeated.

"Dultsabjr Enterprises. My client wishes to buy it."
"... err ... Really? ... What?! ... I mean ... err ... Do you ... I mean, does you client wish to invest in the company? Do you wish to buy out one of our sub-companies?"
"Everything."
"Everything?!"
"Yes"
"Why?"

Tau paused. He hadn't actually thought about why his client wished to buy out Mr. Khett. He wasn't even sure who his client was, besides 'Ma'am'. His silence triggered a response from Harrison.

"Look. I'm sure everyone thinks they're doing me a favour offering to take my uncle's business off my hands for ridiculous sums of money and yes, I have thought about it. You know, selling up. However, I've now got this chance to help change things around here. For the better ... "

'Oh, for fuck's sake' thought Tau.

" ... the interest alone on just one of my uncles accounts could fund new schools, new facilities for the people of Paradystopia. Everyone said he was a philanthropist, uncle Tarq, but he was a miser who did just enough to advertise his wares. I want to change that. I want to help people."
"So I am to tell my client that the offer is rejected?"
"Yes ... err ... Yes you are."
"She will be most displeased."
"Are you trying to ... err ... scare me, Mr. Azrak?"
"Boy, if you had any sense, you'd know to fear me."

[Ko-oren]

And on the fourth day... the Greenblues played the Archregimancy. A match between two teams that have not had all the luck they wanted in the first three days, resulting in a third place for the Archregimancy and a fifth place for Ko-oren. As happens every cycle, everything that can be seen as a sign for a good cycle for Ko-oren, will be seen as a good omen, and again, points are mainly lost against smaller teams. As said, nobody expected the Greenblues to even get a point against the Archregimancy, but everyone expected at least three points against Silver Beach and Kericia.

But that is exactly what happened. The 2-2 draw does not help either team in both teams' point-loss-fest, keeping them at third and fifth. I think we can all see a pattern: three draws and one win does mean that we have not lost yet, but many draws does not get you very far.

Obviously, a match against the Archregimancy always poses problems, if not just for the portal and a maximum of 1000 fans thing. The first thing only was a problem for them and the second thing was not even a problem as the match was in the National Stadium in Sraltlur. Still, as always, there is a great respect for the national anthem of every away team. Usually, the away teams are okay with playing just one or two verses, even when the KFA allows an entire anthem to be played. Foreign anthems' lyrics are displayed on the stadium's screens, together with a pronounciation guide and meaning in Ko-oran. As said, anthems often do not take more than five minutes. But not today. Usually, only the Archregimancy's home matches are preceded by the two hour Divine Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom. But once you allow them to do this before away matches, they will. Eventually, translators spent about a day to translate the liturgy and accompany it with a pronounciation guide. But that's not it: it took two hours. The match was scheduled to begin at the same time as the other games in Group 19, but eventually all other matches were over and done with, and Ko-oren v. The Archregimancy had not even started. This has one big advantage: you know the opposing sides' scores. This has one big disadvantage: you know the opposing sides' scores.

It looked like the Greenblue team was already asleep by then (9 PM kick off turned into 11 PM kick off), as Fr. Theophilus scored the 1-0. He is not regarded highly in his home country, but he did score the goal. The 2-0 was scored not shortly after (2-0 after nine minutes) by Fr. Gerasimus. The defensive structure, thought out carefully by the coaching staff, had a nice place in the trash can even before half time. The remainder of the match was Ko-orenite players trying to get the ball as close to the opposing goal as possible. Eventually, Svarlamn Norn scored the 1-2 with a shot from distance, and the 2-2 was scored before half time, Shiribeshi scoring his second of the qualifying stage.

This leaves the team with a difficult situation: apparently we can keep the Archregimancy to a draw, but Silver Beach can keep us to a draw too. Tomorrow, Secundus Kasius awaits. They are sixth, just below Ko-oren, and even more draws will keep us too far away from the top two spots after just a quarter of the total qualifying stage. Another draw means that at least we won't have lost, but more draws also means that the playoffs are further away than ever. Especially in this group, where there are only two teams seeded above us: Michael VII is only a few spots above us in the KBP rankings. One would expect that they would be the team closest to us, while actually they already have double our points.

[Zwangzug]

Zwangzug's e-Lipogram
Starting again

Hi again! It is good to talk about football and Zwangzug's national squad, which won against Spagbogia, a triad of goals to two. Scoring for Spagbogia (playing in just its first World Cup) was nobody of much notability at all. But Zwangzug had forward Loris Muraro-Ughi notch a pair of goals, and Tammany find goal too.

I got to talk to Zwangzug's captain, following this victorious match. Our talk (I'm paraphrasing on his part...a lot) was as follows:

Us: So congratulations on this victory.
Him: Uh, thanks...our back four was not so strong as in our first win, as you know, but this is still a good thing. And to win on a road trip, is fun!
Us: How is this similar to playing for Canbix? Or not so?
Him: It is long, but not back-to-back. So I'll run into national-squad guys and go "oh, good to cross your path again...sort of. Glad nobody hurt you and that you got no off-pitch injury during your club months...no good luck for your club, but now, go on and triumph." But it is long. And I know now a lot is still to play.
Us: How is it to pick up for a long-dormant squad? Do you intuit any sort of spirits or ghosts of that old squad, sounding again for you?
Him: It is scary now and again. I would not say "ghosts," wholly, as I know a group of that crowd is still living. But it is sort of cool to stay in touch with history. In songs or in any way at all.
Us: So, this is just a qualification group, to winnow down many squads. But who do you think will win this upcoming championship?
Him: That's a dumb inquiry. I'm not going to commit to a random pick with no foundation.
Us: So you think a cautious approach is apropos.
Him: Right, and so would you if you had to play against Audioslavia and company.
Us: So inasmuch as you don't attack a lot, that's just a function of your lowly rank?
Him: Nah, poor implication, sorry. I think it is sort of a cultural thing, to a point--okay, as captain of our national squad, I can slip in a nationalistic thought or two. Right?
Us: You totally can.
Him: Okay, that's good.
Us: Now you will host Backyard Sports. How should that go?
Him: I don't know at all. I think it is a young group, built for stamina so our mountains might not spook it. With many tricks in wait, I'm afraid. It could go poorly. But nobody's putting much strain on us, forcing us to win right away.
Us: Okay, good luck.
Him: Thanks.

[West Angola]

Namibe, Capital of West Angola, Present Day (Subjective)
Phillip Garren, Isaac Warren, Sarah Parrish, Peter Sien , and a rather shadowy character by the name of Colin Manning were seated around the table of the conference room at the Team Hotel. The four had hired Manning, an “expert” on time and interdimensional travel, to try and help them get Parrish and Sien back where they belonged. Manning had arrived armed with 3-D models and a power point presentation, and had launched into a jargon-heavy speech that none of them, least of all Sien, had understood. Garren was on the verge of falling asleep, the stress of the World Cup, in addition to his worries over Luke, were beginning to show.

Not helping matters was the fact that she had returned to haunt his dreams. Margaret had been silent for nearly four years, and hadn’t shown up at all during the Cup of Harmony, but she’d dropped back into his dreams the night of Parrish’s wedding. Garren was halfway sure that she’d been responsible for Parrish’s disappearance, but she had denied it, saying that it was “the other one” that had done it, but that the whole affair was “highly amusing.” Without fail, the night before every match, she would appear in his dreams, taunting him, tempting and tormenting him with visions of the next day’s match.

Garren glanced over at Sarah. She’d done little but cry for the first two weeks after the incident, but she seemed to have finally accepted the situation. Garren knew how hard it had to be for her, to look up every time and see the face of her husband, but to know that he wasn’t, and that her husband, if they were lucky, was in 1894 fighting Portugal. Garren had gotten to know Sarah over the years, and he knew she was a loving, genuine person who cared deeply for Luke, and was now probably racked with worry for the man she loved.

Manning pulled out a new model, drawing Garren’s attention back to him. “This is a concept model of the tunnel we believe is used to move people through time and space.” The model was a long, serpentine cylinder in shades of pale yellow, with a seam through the center. Manning pulled the top half off and placed it on the table. Inside, at the exact center, a small “x” was marked on a clear bit of plastic extending across it. “At the ‘x’ is the spot where transfer takes place if two persons are being switched. Mr. Sien, did you see something like this?”

Sien nodded, “Yes, although it whipped by very quickly, I do remember the yellow.”

“That’s consistent with others I’ve talked to. Well, that makes things very simple, at least in theory.”

Warren broke in, “What do you mean, Mr. Manning?”

“I mean that Misters Parrish and Sien were switched as part of what my society calls a ‘mission reversal.’ In short, the two will be restored to their rightful places when each completes whatever major task is confronting them at their respective points of arrival. Mr. Sien, what would you say was your major task back in 1894?”

Sien answered without a moment’s hesitation, “Liberating Angola from the Portuguese.”

Manning nodded, “Of course, we can only hope Mr. Parrish realizes where he is and what he must do. Now, Mr. Garren, what would you say was Mr. Parrish’s biggest task before the incident?”

Garren paused and considered, “Honestly, I’d have to say qualifying for the World Cup. He’d already married Sarah, after all, so that was definitely the biggest challenge he’d be facing over the next several months.”

Manning made a few notes on his legal pad, “Well then, our task is simple, you must qualify for the World Cup and hope that Parrish succeeds in matching the course of history.”

The meeting concluded, and the five people headed their separate ways. Manning packed his things into a suitcase and headed out the front door of the hotel. Once he was out on the street, he ducked into a side ally, dropped his suitcase, and turned into a different man. Any who saw him change would have been stunned at his alteration, and any who missed it would have sworn it was two different people. Standing alone in the ally, Q snapped his fingers and disappeared into thin air…

[Cassadaigua]

(OOC: After writing my last blog, I realized that the person I’ve had in charge of CASE would now be 96 years of age.)

Stacie Kerrigan-Fraser steps down (finally?) at CASE; Bateman named replacement,
by Kristen Sharper, Concord Heights Times- senior Sports Editor

The legend of Stacie Kerrigan-Fraser will live forever in Cassadaigua. Some may have thought that Stacie herself, would live forever as she continued to hold her Presidential position at CASE (Cassadagan Association for Soccer Excellence). Perhaps motivated by the great Franz Braddock of Sarzonia (wait, can I say that nation name in this or not? Anyway....) Kerrigan-Fraser, who bursted onto the scene at 16, has finally stepped down eighty years later. It goes without saying that Stacie has been in amazing health in her senior years and has often said that she doesn’t know the meaning of the word retirement.

Here is the transcript for Kerrigan-Fraser’s announcement:

Kerrigan-Fraser never stopped smiling

“My sisters and brothers in Cassadaigua, and my friends throughout the world, it has been a joy to serve as President of CASE for such a long time. If I didn’t feel that I could continue to do the job, then I would have stepped down a long time ago. I always felt that ‘The Road would get longer if I stopped’ doing this, but I enjoyed all of its serpentine twists along the way. International soccer has been my life, I have been here from the beginning, and am honored to have grown old with it. However, now, I feel as though it is best for me to pass the torch. This is something that had been discussed when it was rumored that I was forcing Meaghan Bateman to resign as head coach of the national team. This was part of the plan, but we weren’t ready to make this announcement when World Cup qualifying began. The time is right now to say it, and I will proudly declare that Meaghan was not in fact forced to resign, she actually accepted a promotion, so to speak. Meaghan is now in charge as the President of CASE. As someone who was part of our World Cup 50 and 51 teams on the pitch, and someone who led our World Cup efforts in the “late 50's” and “early 60's”, Meaghan has also grown up with international football. It is my pleasure to announce her as President.”

And the statement from Meaghan Bateman:

“I want to thank Stacie for this enormous opportunity. Her and I have been friends for the longest time, and this is something that we had talked about for a little while. It is something that might have happened prior to World Cup 63, had we participated, but given that we did not, we just left well enough alone. Prior to the tryout period for the World Cup 64 roster, Stacie approached me and asked if I was interested in the position. I said yes, and at first we had planned to make this announcement sooner. However, we felt as though it would be too much of a distraction to the team, considering it is hard enough for them to make this comeback, if we did it at the beginning. We feel as though the team has played really well, as evidenced by the 3-0 win in Charruterra yesterday. It’s a tough qualifying group, but they’re playing well and if nothing else we’re probably making other nations in this group wish someone else would have been drawn into their group from pot five. (Laughs) Therefore, we made the announcement now, and it will be exciting for all. I can’t wait to take on the role, and I thank Stacie for all that she has done.”

The legend of Stacie Kerrigan-Fraser

In Di Bradini Cup 7, Stacie Kerrigan was a young 16-year old star forward. Eric Fraser was a physical 16-year old defender from Secristan, at the time Cassadaigua’s neighbor to the west. In Secristan, players were named to the team based on how much money their parents paid for the role and not based on ability. When Cassadaigua and Secristan met in the playoffs of that Di Bradini Cup, the Secristan fans found that it would be unacceptable for their team to lose to girls. As there was some violence in the stands, Secristan fans chanted for Fraser to “break Stacie’s legs and/or send her out on a stretcher.” However on the field, anything but that was happening, and Stacie and Eric began getting to know each other and saw that despite the large cultural differences, they were both 16-year olds who shared a love for soccer. When Secristan won the game late, Fraser went over to console Kerrigan and the two became friends, at first. Then they began dating. Both had a successful career representing their nation in several World Cups. Though the World Cup wins came later, she played an instrumental role in Cassadaigua’s Cinderella World Cup 46 squad. They married after their careers were up, and had two kids, though neither would ever play international soccer.

That alone would have made Kerrigan-Fraser a legend in Cassadaigua, but the woman who took over as President of CASE prior to World Cup 49, and serving in that capacity all the way until now, at 96 years of age, makes her legend all the more impressive.

Today, and forever, Kerrigan-Fraser’s retired kit #14 is on monument wall in Concord Heights. The number right next to it? The #13, of Meaghan Bateman.

[Nenets Autonomous Okrug (Ancient)]

The trial of Hermione Aglukark
Part the second

The National Footballing Squad of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug had played some of the higher-ranked teams in Group 13, and was crashing to defeats. No shock, though it was an ego-destroyer for many of the defenders to see that the defensive style that had worked so well against other unranked teams cut little ice with real footballers.

But now, the National Footballing Squad of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug (FSNAO) was off to play what Nensport was calling “the Greatest Team that Ever Was or Ever Will Be”: Valanora. Not the current World Cup holder, but the country that had managed to pile up a consistent record of excellence for decades.

So when thousands flocked to the trial of former FSNAO manager Hermione Aglukark, they were still mostly interested in watching the Nensport broadcast from Atlantian Oceania. It was hard to hear the trial, in fact, over the loudspeakers broadcasting Nensport’s “the Atlantian Oceanic Odyssey of Berndt Umber, Dedicated to Mirle the Snow Goose.”

Still, a few Nenets tried gamely to listen and not to watch the game. Without, it must be said, much success.

Prosecutor Zambrona Nen: I’d like to call as a witness Tatiana Penny-Nen, mother of the deceased.

Judge N’en: Very well. Ms Penny-Nen, take this piece of whalebone in your right hand and repeat after me. I, Tatiana Penny-Nen, swear to Sirte the Bear that the evidence I am about to give shall be the truth, though I know truth is relative in a post-modern world, the whole truth, if we can consider anything to be whole in a networked world where everything connects to everything else, and nothing but the truth, unless I decide something else is relevant, in which case all bets are off.

Tatiana Penny-Nen: I, Tatiana Penny-Nen, swar to Sirte the Bear that, um, sorry Judge, I forget the rest.

Judge N’en: We’ll take it as read.

On one of the giant screens, Berndt Umber is telling the camera: “I was a bit shocked to learn that the Vanorian players were 600 years old and gigantic. They must be some sort of shape-shifting bear, I figure. But they couldn’t be nicer to us poor visiting folks.”

The screens shone bright in a dark night that lasts 18 hours at this time of year. Nenweather was broadcasting a brave prediction: “Weather forecast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning. Scattered light expected to begin approximately 1145 am and finish approximately 215 pm. Enjoy the daylight!”

Back on the Nensport screen, Umber was yammering on, his face flushed red from the warmth of a Vanorian day. “Everyone is celebrating We Love Lady Orome Day. I don’t think there’s a day back home, is there?”

Hermione (watching the screen intently): It’s Pencil Day, you dolt. Sacred to Ledde the Snake.

Judge N’en: Silence in court! And I will remind the defendant there is no such spirit as Ledde the Snake.

Hermione: Sure there is. Her mother sucks eggs.

Judge N’en: Bailiff! Restrain the defendant! Use something serpentine, since she has a snake festish.

Bailiff: What’s serpentine, Your Munificence?

Judge N’en: any rock-forming hydrous magnesium iron phyllosilicate mineral will do.

Bailiff (grabbing a piece of blackish rock and placing it on Hermione’s feet): Is this serpentine enough?

Judge N’en: It’ll do.

Nensport of showing Berndt Umber in action. He punches a blistering shot from Allandren Fresco above the crossbar, but the resulting corner sees Vanorian midfielder Laborious Hawk put an impressive header past Umber.

Cut to “the Atlantian Oceanic Odyssey of Berndt Umber, Dedicated to Mirle the Snow Goose.” Umber is speaking to camera. “I can’t define his talent. I simply haven’t got the words. I asked around afterwards and apparently there are in fact not any words in either English or Elvish tongues to define his talent.

Hermione (muttering): No such thing as elves. Only Jagte the Troll.

Judge N’en: I heard that! Bailiff! Another serpentine rock on the defendant, please! She’s on a dangerous road and she’s better stop walking.

Bailiff (looks up from his copy of The Road Gets Longer If I Stop by Rick Garvia): Well, that’s a coincidence.

The Nensport screen is flickering. As nigh closes in (it’s past 4 pm, now), Nenets are coming home, turning up their heating, straining the rather unreliable National power Grid of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug (Sacred to Screeche the Hoot Owl! See Screeche at 9 every Saturday on Nenkids!)

Umber’s image on the screen flickers, as if he’s a ghost, fading in and out. His voice echoes… “703 … static … Neltanta … a giantess … 703 … shooting and shooting and Sirte make it stop and shooting….”

The ghost echoes die. The screen loses power. Only the people with TV at home see two more Vanorian goals as the Nenets go down to a third straight defeat by a score of 3-0.

Judge N’en: Ah, that’s better. Now, who can tell me anything about Dance 2 Revolution?

[Schmiegelland]

Schedule

MD 1- @Free South Califas= L 1-0
MD 2- vs. Mesoland= L 1-0
MD 3- @Jeru FC= L 5-2
MD 4- vs. Milchama= L2-0
MD 5- @ Sprool
MD 6- vs. Perinpanland
MD 7- @ Euskirribakondara
MD 8- vs. New West Guiana
MD 9- @ Secuelas
MD 10- vs. Free South Califas
MD 11- @ Mesoland
MD 12- vs. Jeru FC
MD 13- @ Milchama
MD 14- vs. Sprool
MD 15- @ Perinpanland
MD 16- vs. Euskirribakondara
MD 17- @ New West Guiana
MD 18- vs. Secuelas

All home games will be held at Smiley Stadium, Sjandle City, Schmiegelland

This is the schedule for our fighters! We are playing our next match at home against 2nd placed Milchama, the we travel to 10th placed Sprool.

Schedule for MD 5

Free South Califas vs. Perinpanland
Mesoland vs. Secuelas
Jeru FC vs. New West Guiana
Milchama vs. Euskirribakondara
Schmiegelland vs. Sprool

Table through MD 4

Group 18                                Pld   W   D   L    GF   GA   GD   Pts 
 1 Milchama                              4    4   0   0    10    2   +8    12
 2 New West Guiana                       4    3   1   0     6    3   +3    10
 3 Mesoland                              4    3   0   1     9    3   +6     9
 4 Free South Califas                    4    3   0   1     4    2   +2     9
 5 Jeru FC                               4    2   1   1    11    5   +6     7
 6 Perinpanland                          4    2   0   2     4    5   −1     6
 7 Euskirribakondara                     4    1   1   2     5    5    0     4
 8 Secuelas                              4    0   1   3     1    6   −5     1
 9 Schmiegelland                         4    0   0   4     2    9   −7     0
10 Sprool                                4    0   0   4     3   15  −12     0

That's it for today folks! Come back tomorrow for the game recap of Schmiegelland's game with Sprool. Until then, this is SSC, signing out.

[Akbarabad]

Tiger Eaters qualification start surprisingly not disastrous.

(Akbarabad Press, AP): After some humiliating failures in recent campaigns and growing disinterest from fans and suppoerts it could well have been more of the same this time around. So it has been a pleasant surprise for the fans to see that Tiger Eaters have in fact refrained from crumbling to much lesser opposition as they did last time around. Qualification seems much more probable now than it ever did last time around.

Hopefully, the team carries some of momentum and new found self belief into their next mach against New Ecopia. Drooping points against lower ranked teams has been our Achilles heel in the past it is something we have to overcome before we can consider ourselves ass part of the top echelon in World football. More success and qualification is absolutely necessary however to arrest the significant decline in interest in this nation. After all, the people will not cheer for a losing team.

Akbarabad 5–2 Zomni
(Rezaul Karim 18", 67", Zahid Hassan 29", Zohaib Khan 54", Aleksandr Serov 86") (Unknown 37", Unknown 78")

[Bearded Moose]

“Pff… I’m not watching that.”

Those were the only words Georg said as he picked up his coffee and shuffled towards his own room. The sound of woollen slippers would echo through the halfway, only stopped with a mild cough in between. Both Heinz (“we can win this one!”) and Berthe (“we’ve got some delicious cake”) attempted to convince him to turn back, but he just nodded and walked off.

“What’s his problem now?” Diane wondered. “He didn’t seem so glum today. Well… Not more glum than usual, at least.”
“I can’t recall him to have any problem with Kericia, at least, why would he?” Heinz meditated, “He even was looking forward to it during afternoon tea.”
“Maybe he was really annoyed by the opening show?”, Berthe suggested. “Those flashy colours bother me as well.”
“It make sense,” Anna declared, “he didn’t expect it.”

As became more and more frequent lately, none had a clue what Anna was talking about. Most even wondered whether she was really aware that they were watching football, that it was a cup and not just some strange program on the television about twenty-two guys kicking around a piece of leather.

Unaware of the concerns of our old folks, Ray Fava passed the ball to Sean Philips, which indicated the kick-off of the fourth game of the World Cup for our Bearded Mooses. Just as during the previous game, they entered the field with two attacking and one defending midfielders. Surprisingly thou, it were Adi Ludwighem and Oleg Oleksandrenko who had been deployed for this game against the team from the eight pot. No Joachim Hem on the pitch, although it was unclear whether he was substituted or if he was slightly injured. Knowing that Kericia had managed to grab a point against Ko-oren, all knew this was a side to respect and fear a lot more than their KPB rank would indicate.

“We’re having a marvellous start,” Heinz acclaimed after twenty-ish minutes.

Julius nodded in approval. From the first minute onwards, we had kept the pressure on their defence. Their flat 4-4-2 had trouble with the way our midfield contributed to the build-up whilst Ebbehem on the left wing and Pärson on the right side had enough space to act like they wanted. A shot from Ludwighem had already splintered the post and Baker, who was doing well had prevented a score from Martinkjaer. Just when Kericia seemed to have battled itself back in the game –a shot by Fava was blocked by Predragic-, there were Oleksandrenko and Sergeyenko who could set up an attack. The teammates from Spartak Sjovetsk knew how to find eachother and it was Oleksandrenko who netted it, a great moment for the youngster. The pressure was kept on the blue-and-orange defence, nonetheless, ‘cause a single goal could balance the stakes again.

“Almost half time and we’re not giving this one away.” Heinz remarked.
“I’ll go check on Georg,” Diane said.

Heinz raised one of his thick white eyebrows, but the small and slim gammer already knocked Georgs’ door. Without waiting for a response, she entered his room which was decorated with melancholic paintings. Georg was sitting near the window, reflecting over what seemed to be a bunch of papers in an untidy folder.

“You’re alright, Georg? We’re one-nil in the…”
“Haven’t you heard of waiting until someone allows you to enter?!”

His words thundered through the room and because she couldn’t find any response, Diane turned around and walked out. She was too shocked to notice how the radio had been tuned in on a match report. Georg would never receive a price for friendliness, but it was only seldom that he roared. With an upset face, she retook her place in the chairs in front of the television, just in time to see how Axelson scored a header. Nonetheless, they couldn’t keep up that score until half time and the 2-1 appeared to be more than just a consolation goal.

“It ain’t played yet.” Heinz declared.
“Well,” Berthe responded, “I certainly hope so, cause there’s still a lot of cake left.”

Unchanged, the Mooses continued their class performance. It was clear that there was still some work to do, but the passing remained good enough to avoid Kericia from getting back in the game. With his second goal in two games, Jacob Martinkjaer sealed their destiny. A clever volley was uncatchable for Brian Baker, who nonetheless had shown a fine performance.
After that deciding score, the game became a bit less interesting. Both teams avoided too much risk, each for their reasons, and it seemed as if the game was as dead as a candle in a full bathtub. This reasoning had forgotten about referee Ryan Coles. During the first half, he had already presented four cards and when Pärson gave away an uninspired tackle, he was booked with his second yellow. As it was a late, but not a dangerous tackle, captain Lukas Maxhem asked for more explanation and was given a yellow one as well by Coles. The atmosphere in the stadium, that had been upbeat and cheery turned a bit more grim. With ten guys left, Ludwighem and Sergeyenko left the field for Ulfhem and Fabianhem turning our offensive 4-3-3 in a defensive 4-3-2.

“Let’s pray they don’t get inspired by this,” Berthe shouted.

Whilst the grey and wrinkled woman attempted to recall the words that went along with her rosary, Kericia smelled some blood. If it hadn’t been for an attentive Marko Predragic, Sean Philips would have scored the goal which would have allowed the opponents to catch up. Young Iben Fabianhem wasn’t given a lot of time to enjoy his maiden match. Only eighteen and being built rather slender, he lost his duels time after time. If it weren’t for Maxhem, who helped the debutant out when needed, the 3-2 would’ve been a fact. Now it even turned into 4-1 when Jacob Martinkjaer could profit from the space behind the defenders. In order to celebrate his goal, he tore off his shirt and jumped in the arms of the supporters who were shouting his name. Whilst putting on his shirt, Coles gave away the second red card off the game. Indeed, a schwalbe had cost Martinkjaer a yellow in the first half already and Coles knew the rules quite well…

“Two red cards for such a fair game,” Heinz fulminated, “that is just preposterous.”
“That Syndicatians don’t understand the first thing of this game!” Berthe howled. “And beside, what’s a schwalbe anyway?”
“Either way, we’re in with two wins and facing an unranked side during our next game,” Diane concluded.
“Not sure if we’re going to find that third victory, Silver Beach managed to grab a point against Ko-oren.” Heinz warned.
“Who didn’t?”

The voice came from the hallway.

“I said, who didn’t. Well, everyone did…except us.”

With those words, Georg strolled to the kitchen for his evening medication. Our fourth spot was certainly set in the correct perspective again.

[Kalumba]

The poachers were standing around in disbelief, in the night before Julius has slipped peacefully away. Julius, who was always smiling and always willing to help, was gone. Some cried for their friend while others, like Ambubwe, shook with anger. "This will not go unavenged" he shouted and grabbed his rifle, before jogging off in the direction Julius had returned from. His men picked up their equipment and followed him wondering what was in his mind.

Murder was the first thought on Ambubwe's mind, but his thoughts soon cooled. Reaching a rocky outcrop, he perched down in the shade and slumped his head into his hands. His heart was crying for revenge but he kneww that murder would only bring the police out, and even with the emergency officially over, they would almost certainly be supported by the Army. He knew he could hide from the underfunded Park Rangers but the Army was a different matter.

His men watched from a disance, because they knew he was likely to lash out in this state and they did not want to be on the recieving end of his viscious temper. Finally he beckoned them closer and cauiously they approached their leader. "We shall avenge Julius, but not this day. We shall however take those bulls. The less elephants the less tourism, and that means no money for those bastard shopkeepers."

As they headed back off in search of the elephants spore one of them produced a transistor radio and tried to tune in to the KBC news broadcast. But out here in the wild bush coverage was poor and they only caught snatches of the news, but Ambubwe's shoulders slumped when the sports news came through in snippets.

"Kalumba fall...third defeat of...after conceding three...Abouto...a consolation late on."


Elsewhere in the wild bush Park Ranger Wilson Mtuwa was slogging through the bush, sweat seeping into his shirt until it was soaked through. But in spite of his miscomfort, as midges seemed to eat him alive and thorns torn at his short-clad legs, Wilson was happy. He was back in his beloved wilds, and he was protecting his beloved animals.

He had seen the clearing the poachers had cleared, and despite their efforts to hide their presence he had found evidence of their existance, including again the burnt remains of a sports page. This convinced him it was the same group that had lit the fire as well as the group responsible for the series of thefts from nearby General Stores.

This made him blaze with anger again at his bosses. They had finally consented to a search, but would not call up any of the 'Specials', the reserve Rangers, to help with the search. They had instead merely sent a replacement to his post and let him go out alone. So Wilson had grabbed his rifle and cartridge belt and set out completely alone. This also angered him as he knew he would be missing the football results, but he pressed on knowing he would be able to get a paper at next General Store.

[Vettrera]

In Continuation

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"And what do you mean by that?"

"I was a product of a rape. And being from the Huddleston Province, my mother was unable to abort me. She resented me for living, she hated having to look me in the eyes. She refereed to me as 'Daddy's Girl', and beat me constantly. I was a never-ending reminder of what happened to her, and the fact that she'd have to raise the baby of the man whom raped her. And she resented me for it...She was never at home. Always out with some guy, it seemed to be a different one every time, sometimes she'd be with more than one a night. I was more or less treated like a house-pet. I went out for walks, when she didn't want me in the house. I got fed the table scraps. She'd throw bones at me..."

"That must have been very stressful."

"No, it really wasn't. That was probably the easier part of my childhood. I grew up in Huddleston, like I said earlier. The most racially divided province in Vettrera. I wasn't in LaFayette or Hectate, which does nothing but teach coexistence, in fact I wasn't even in Castor....I was in Huddleston. If I wasn't being pelted with eggs by The Whites, I was being told to prepare for a job at the Ice Cream Parlor by my teachers. Oh sure, every here has this illusion that everything is equal, but that's bull. Everything is just more divided. Western Vettrera Provinces are extremely diverse, and liberal. Eastern Vettrera is fun if you're white, but otherwise, it's hell...."

"I think you're getting a bit off-topic here."

"Oh, yeah. Well to make a long story short, at 15 I left my mom, and followed my boyfriend's family when they moved to Cape Marshall."

"And that went well for a while?"

"Yeah, until I got pregnant. I was so conflicted. I was being seriously looked at by Valor City Polytechnic and Lunaria. I was playing for the U21 Cape Marshall Squad. I had a future to think about, and I knew my boyfriend's parents would flip out, and it'd only make my mom say 'I knew you wouldn't make it."

"So you aborted your baby..."

"Why do you have to make it sound like that ‽ What choice did I have. Throw away my future for some kid? Then what? That child wouldn't have had a good life. He'd end up having a childhood just like mine. And I'd be no better than my mother."

"So you're saying that you'd resent that child? You'd feel as if that child ruined your life, and that it's the reason that you wouldn't have been able to do bigger and better things.

"No! I'm saying that I didn't want to be like my mother...someone who slutted herself out and wound up pregnant."

"No that's not what you mean. You're not upset because you think you would have hated that child are you? That abortion didn't really mean anything did it? You're not upset because you wish you had aborted that baby, or because your mother ruined you're life. When you got pregnant you realized that that baby would have destroyed your life. And then you realized that your birth destroyed your mother's life. And Now You Feel Guilty!"

"No, why should I feel guilty for that bitch. I did nothing wrong by being born. It wasn't my fault"

"Neither did that potential-baby you killed."

"Shut Up!"

"Until you're ready to open up completely, your ass is not stepping on that soccer field..."

[Perinpanland]

!Perinpan Sports Network!

Cameras pan to three men sitting on an oval desk with. On the right is the Soccer Analysis Joe Brown. In the middle is a young dashing Soccer Informat Chad Dylan and on the Right is Ex-Coach of Chymala FC Steve White.

Mr. Brown: Hi and welcome to the Gol! Perinpanland! The soccer program as part of the Perinpan Sports Network. Perinpanland is back! Finishing a game against Sprool ending 2-1.

Mr. White: Again, Coach Martini is still angry that we let that goal in. We has mentioned that they will continue to train defensively and improve their soccer senses

Mr. Dylan: You know, I am sick and tired of not knowing what the team we're facing is like. Like roster, formation, previous games or even jersey numbers!

Mr. Brown: It'd be hard to prepare for a game like that so we pretty much went in blind. It just so happened that the game also occurred in some random stadium. Lets show you what we mean in the replay

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0' The anthems play. Rosario Charpentier loses the coin toss and Sprool will have first kick.

2' Perinpanland takes the lead in terms of Ball Possesions. Look at those clear and cut passes.

3' Perinpanland continues to take shot after shot in the Sprool box. Pass after pass. Now to Raymond Bradley who SHOOTS! and is saved by the goalie.

4'Now Charpentier takes the ball. Sprool challenges the Perinpan team. He shoots and it is clear by Sprool.

10' Chas Morrison runs up. Passes to Rolf Valenzuela Serpentine!!!! Serpentine!!!!! Shoots from outside the box...open shot and GOOOAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!! 1-0

17' Sprool has decided to vamp up the defence lines. However their offense is no good. Perinpan corner kick.

19'Cook for the corner...and it is cleared by the Sprool team.

20' Sprool passes back and forth. A wonderful cross and Sprool shoots...and it goes wide!!

21' Charpentier finally intercepted the Sprool possession.

24' Back on the other side. Charpentier passes but intercepted by the Sprool Goalie. -TIMEOUT- Called by Sprool.

27' Diving penalty on Theirn Connors. Free kick outside the box.

28' Handball on Scottie Fish The referee will book him. Yellow Card

29' Another free kick in the Perinpan box and it ends up being a scrimmage against both teams.

32' Arlen Wall kicks the ball out. A corner for Sprool.

35' Sprool crosses it into the Perinpan box and it just hits the post and onto the hands of Gaspard Trotter

40' Sprool with another shot and it is wide.

42' Theirn Connors breaks up Sprool's attack

44' Valenzuela has taken the shot against Sprool but to no avail.

45+1 1 added minute and Valenzuela takes a final crack at it. No good. Thet's first half.

48' There seems to be a lot of bodies falling. The referee blows his whistle and Mason is down.

49' Arlen Wall is substituted out and #17 Adolfo Unai is in

50' No one is being booked. Sprool still has that free kick and fans at home are angered.

51' Perinpan defence tries to kick it out but Sprool is keeping it in.

54' Sprool again. Shoots from the top of the box and...wide

56' Perinpan offence is finally moving up. Pass after pass. Fish. down to Unai. Back to fish quick tap to MOrrison. Runs up. passes to Valenzuela outside the top corner of the box....shoots....GOAL!!!!!!!!!! Feels like Deja Vu if you asked me. Almost the exact same place. 2-0!

58' Another Perinpan shot by Bradley. Our first well played shot by Bradley.Whats wrong?

58' Another substitution: Scottie Fish for Donovan Miles

62' Sprool substitution

65' Sprool long pass but Miles clears it back to Sprool. Sprool tries again but now Worley touches it. Sprool runs down and slides in...GOAL!! Sprool finally on the scoreboard 2-1. THey have the chance to equilize it. Sprool fans are wild!

72' Valenzuela was called hand ball. Unintentional and outside the Sprool box. Sprool free kick. Perinpanland retrieves the ball and are going for a quick rush against the Sprool line.

77' Now it's MOrrison who is cutting the defensive line. He shoots....and kicked away from the defender

84' Perinpan control now. clears it to Miles. Moves up. A little tic-tac-toe. Now to Valenzuela...who SHOOTS....and punched away by Sprool's goalie.

87' After some arguing, Perinpanland gets the corner kick. It's Miles...Long pass...Bradley SHoots and its wide.

89' Sprool with it's final shot on net...and no good.

90' Perinpanland wants another goal and right in the middle, Theirn Connors is being booked. Yellow card That will be his second yellow...Red Card. Connors will be sent out for that challenge. He will miss the next game.

90+2 Perinpanland still has the ball and as the whistle blows Perinpanland wins this: 2-1.

Here are the games stats:

Perinpanland

#1 Gaspard TROTTER "A" RD: #6 Arlen WALL substituted out in the 49' minute RD: #17 Adolfo UNAI substituted in the 49' minute CD: #7 Theirn CONNORS [][][] CD: #2 Maximillien MASON [] LD: #4 Nicolas WORLEY CDM: #9 Scottie FISH substituted out in the 58' minute [] CDM: #11 Donovan MILES substituted in the 58' RM: #24 Ignacio COOK [] LM: #3 Rolf VALENZUELA Scores in the 10' and 56'[] CM/CF: #10 Chas MORRISON Assist in the 10' and 56' minute RF: #5 Rosario CHARPENTIER "C" LF: #8 Raymond BRADLEY

Team	Perinpanland 2	Sprool 1
Goals Scored	Valenzuela 10'+56'
Shots:	17	24
Shots on Goal:	8	6
Possession:	42%	58%
Yellow Cards	2	1
Red Cards:	1	0

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Mr. Dylan: well that is one interesting game. What do you think?

Mr. Brown: From the looks of it, we were over confident. Mid field started to slip up. THey thought that they were unstoppable.

Mr. White: Correct. This is where Martini was upset. He wants to get rid of that mentality. I'd show them previous games where that has happened and where it was detrimental.

Mr. Dylan: Well, our next game is against Free South Califas. They are 3-0-1 while we are 2-0-2. They are a pretty strong game but we would have a home game advantage.

Mr. Brown: Well our informats have informed us that they are a very defensive team and are well experienced. We need to show them a bang and work on our midfield. They will be very key in this game.

Mr. Dylan: Well, this will be the roster:

Perinpanland

#1 Gaspard TROTTER "A" RD: #6 Arlen WALL CD: #16 Adriano XAVIER CD: #17 Adolfo UNAI LD: #4 Nicolas WORLEY CDM: #9 Scottie FISH [] RM: #24 Ignacio COOK [] LM: #3 Rolf VALENZUELA [] CM/CF: #11 Donovan MILES RF: #5 Rosario CHARPENTIER "C" LF: #8 Raymond BRADLEY

Possible Subsistutes: D: #28 Freddy SIDRO D: #21 Forrest VOSS M/CDM #2 Maximillien MASON [] M: #14 Tony SUMMERFIELD M: #10 Chas Morrison F: #12 Dani Alves []

Mr. Brown: Speaking of which: The game will be held in Futball Ship in Pirate Encampment. Now the Perinpan delegation has privatized some large boeing planes. They will fly ticket holders to the games at no extra costs.

Mr. Dylan: Speaking of which the ship is notorious for scaring the opponents. Afterall this ship is still controlled by pirates. Almost everybody will have their guns present. They can not be used but they will be present. The only one who will be using a gun throughout the game will be the referee and the Captain of the ship. Shots will be fired for any penalties and fouls. The ship has been designed so the stadium could also be a bomb shelter. Anti-Ship missiles and AA-Rockets are also installed in case of any attacks. Be warned Mateys.

Mr. White: we'll see you next time as we sign off with the image of the ship! Remember a message from Pirate Captain Morger Weather forecast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning.:

R_= Right ________
L_= Left ________
C_ = Central __________
_D = ____________ Defender
_DM = __________ Defensive Midfielder
_F = ___________ Forward

[Slembana]

"We lost, Jyvx."

"I know, Aaron. It's really annoying and disappointing."

"What was the score?"

"We lost 3-2."

"Who were our opponents?"

"Cambirano. They are ranked 9 places below us in the KPB Rankings. It's our second loss against them in two games."

"That's bad. Just when we were looking good, we lose to Cambirano. It's utter bullshit."

"It sure is."

"Who scored for us?"

"Val Kylx and Finlay Yalnif."

"Kylx has been fantastic this campaign."

"He sure has. 4 goals in three games."

"Who are our next opponents?"

"Rodard. They're 337th in the rankings."

"We should beat them if they're that low."

"Yup. Bye Aaron."

"Bye Jyvx."

[Kinzar]

Parkersburg Sports Network to pick up qualifying games,

The Kinzite Soccer Federation picked up its first victory of sorts as the Parkersburg Sports Network agreed to televise all games live for the rest of qualifying. Additionally, PSN has agreed to send crews to other games within Group 15 not involving the Wildcats to generate as much interest as possible. PSN is not one of the leading sports networks in the country, but most cable companies carry the network somewhere on the package. Katie Young, Vice President of Public Relations for PSN told us, “Carrying soccer will allow us to be a little different. We are in 93% of Kinzite households, and we are always looking for ways to increase our market share. Soccer is the most popular sport in the world, so there is no reason to think it cannot have a home in Kinzar as well. We saw what happened in Hudson the other day when young people flocked there to see the team play Jeruselem. Though their intentions were to see the Princesses players, we’re hoping that many of them also left the stadium thinking that soccer is an exciting sport. There will be some initial expenses with this, making it a serpentine-type road to get there, but in the long run if the World Cup grows in popularity, we’ll be able to tell the entire country that we were the ones that brought it to them first.”

Prior to this, Kinzite fans could watch coverage of the games online, or watch it on tape delay at 3:00 in the morning as the Hudson Sports Channel family of networks showed the feed of the visitors telecast on HSC 2 or 3. Covering the game for PSN will be Eric Douglas, a veteran play-by-play fan who has baseball as his forte, and Darian McGuire, an ex-soccer player providing the analysis of the game. Swimsuit model turned broadcaster, Jessica Merrill, will be on the sidelines covering the game. It will be the largest job that Merrill has done, who’s only experience to date has been the Bikini Hockey League.

Kinzar’s first game televised live by PSN will be at home against Maklohi Vai, a nation that has become very familiar to Kinzites, given the current NSCAA Tournament. Young is aware of that, “We couldn’t have a better opponent to start this with, other then Jeruselem. Kinzites know them already.”

[Powersith]

Chapter 1: Rough Beginnings and Discovery

Chapter 2: Believe
Part 1: Proving Grounds
Part 1A: The Boy Who Exploded Overnight

Chapter 2: Believe
Part 2: There Are Always Firsts

Taylor raced up and down the pitch. The game was deadlocked 0-0. Every shot he took, or his teammates took, it would rattle off the post. With about a minute until full time, he spotted Patrick Monroe open in the box. He chipped the ball over.

"That's gonna be a goal! I know for sure!"

As the ball was in the air, Monroe leaped. However, a Nekoni player came out of no where and shoved him to the ground. The ball rattled off the post. Goal kick for the other team.

Mcawellmen stormed over to the referee to speak his mind.

"What the fuck was that!? That should be a penalty kick!"
"I saw no foul play."
"Bullshit! Everyone saw that shit! I could fucking ref better than you!"
"Watch your mouth, I will have to card you!"
"You're rigging the game."

As Captain Leonardo Martinex was pulling him away. The ref pulled out a yellow card. One more and he would be done, and get a one game suspension.

The game ended with a 0-0 draw.
***

PSSN

Tempers Flare as Powersith draws with Nekoni 0-0

Powersith drew this match with Nekoni. Powersith had many chances to score, and there have been lots of missed fouls that should have been called on Nekoni. However, lots of fouls were called on Powersith.

The game began with the singing of the national anthem, this time sung by popstar Dustin Lieber. The first half was very dull. As there was alot of defense and passing. Powersith had their chances but failed to capitalize, as their shots kept hitting the posts.

The second half played out the same as Powersith kept hitting shots off the post. Then in the 89th minute, Taylor Mcawellmen chipped over a pass to Patrick Monroe. As he leaped into the air, a Nekoni player knocked him into the ground. The play happened in the box. There was no call. Furious by this, Mcawellmen went over and spoke his mind to the referee. He was then given the yellow card.

The game ended Powersith 0 Nekoni 0.

Scoring Summary

No Score

Final Powersith 0 Nekoni 0

Statistics

Score: Powersith 0 Nekoni 0
Possession: Powersith 55% Nekoni 45%
Shots: Powersith 9 Nekoni 5
Shots on Goal: Powersith 6 Nekoni 3
Corners: Powersith 4 Nekoni 2
Fouls: Powersith 25 Nekoni 12
Yellow Cards: Powersith 1 (Taylor Mcawellmen) Nekoni 0
Red Cards: Powersith 0 Nekoni 0

Statistical Leaders

Goals: Patrick Monroe (6)
Saves: David de Phillips (7)
Assists: Leonardo Martinex (5)

Important Statistics
Goals: Robert Charles Vanor (1) Taylor Mcawellmen (1) Leonardo Martinex (1)
Assists: Taylor Mcawellmen (3)

Post-Game Interview
Interview with William Thomasson

Q: What does your team have to improve on for your next match?
A: I'll keep all my answers short and sweet alright? We just have to capitalize. Neither I, or the team are in a talking mood.

Q: Why are you guys not in a "talking mood"
A: Well first off, we are mad at all the no calls that happened. Especially the one at the end. That should have been called
***

Now more interviews were conducted. After the interview with Thomasson, the team stormed out of the building, and into the team plane. They are headed to Lalo Limahina. A team who is 0-1-3. Powersith stands in 4th place with 7 points. The are 2-1-1.

Reporting from Imperial National Stadium,
Berby Kera, PSSN, Powersith Sports Network
***

PNN

BREAKING NEWS: Imperial Intelligence Agency (IIA) Investigating into Referee Rigging Plot

Reports that the IIA are investigating into a Referee Rigging Plot in the World Cup Qualifiers. Investigations started after the Powersith-Nekoni match ended with a 0-0 tie, and a controversial no call. The Powersith Referee Committee (PRC) have also noticed the fact that Powersith had doubled in fouls (25) than Nekoni (12). Agents are currently interviewing the referee who reffed the game between Powersith and Nekoni.

Updates to follow

Reporting from Imperial Capital City
Jayce Kardio, Quick Reporter, Powersith News Network, PNN

You may use this story if you want in your RPs. Add a little more controversy into the World Cup Qualifiers. Again, its optional. Good luck everyone!

[Mytannion]

Premier Kalinina meets with Sameban commanders; in talks over conflict in Mytannion.
WEDNESDAY, JULY 31, 2016 | NEWS | by Tamila Panova

Kalinina preparing to meet Gen. Marek Stopis, Minister of the Interior Sophie Sommer in the background, recovered from injuries.

Premier Natella Kalinina today met with Sameban Military commanders in Esca to discuss plans to get Sameban ground forces into Mytannion to aid in the conflict against the rebels in the country.

The Mytanar Befreiungsarmee have hit various targets across the country, both civil and military, and have caused various problems for the government which has retaliated with a series of arrests and raids on sites across the north of the country - where the Befreiungsarmee is said to draw most of its support from.

The 26 year old ruler of the country announced that dissidents in the country would be dealt with 'in the strongest fashion possible' and with there being fourteen televised executions in the days after the attacks by the MB, she wasn't lying. There has reportedly been over 200 executions in the three days after the attacks, with some reports saying as many as 500 were killed by government forces as Kalinina and her cabinet try to stamp out any rebellious groups within the country.

General Marek Stopis, one of the highest ranking officers in the Sameban military met with Kalinina in Esca to organise a possible strikeforce that would launch an attack on the rebel dominated port town of Snezhnaya and try to re-take the naval base that offers such a tactical advantage for whoever possesses it whilst also potentially gaining a vital victory in the propaganda war between the two sides.

It should be remembered that Mytannion under Kalinina has always maintained a positive relationship with the Sameban government, the two having similar policies and regimes in power. It was just last year that Kalinina made an official state visit to Samebus, the Sameban capital city, and brokered a deal in which the two would support each other in any conflict. This was also part of a deal whereby Mytanar minerals were sent to Sameba in exchange for grain, something which Mytannion was frighteningly short of after the freezing Spring, Autumn and Winter of 2013. Nobody could say that the regime in Mytannion did not at least find a solution for the people starving in the country, but they didn't exactly distribute to those who needed it - which caused uproar in the Goose Coast region.

Kalinina ignores calls for the foreign aid from Sameba to be distributed to those who needed it, but isolated the country and ignored the calls for this. Then sent out news reports showing the aid being given to those who were starving, which appeased some, but left many suspicious that this was all purely for the benefit of other countries, to try and get them to keep their nose out of Mytanar business.

Kalinina and Sameban President, Maximillian Coley, have enjoyed a good working relationship since Kalinina has been in power. There were the weapons agreements of 2011, two years after Kalinina came to power. She guaranteed the production of small arms in Mytannion for the next twenty years with two Sameban factories being outsourced to Mytannion. This provided the state with weapons to arm their soldiers with, people with jobs (although they would have had jobs anyway, but these were better), and a source of income as the government sold weapons onto governments in Klenfland, Accardola and even back to the Samebans.

From 2014, Sameba had a military base in Ouverjavaa, just south of Esca. This military base and in fact the whole town of Ouverjavaa is being spoken of as a possible working barracks for 400,000 Sameban soldiers, who will try to counter the threat of the MB - who reportedly number around 200,000 at the moment.

Even now, government patrols at night in areas reportedly controlled by the rebels have increased twofold and there have been random raids on homes that are believed to be harbouring possible MB activists.

It is believed Kalinina will try to persuade Stopis to use his troops as a force to pen the rebels in the north of the country, as they have basically moved all their forces up to the area around Ebor and Snezhnaya in order to concentrate their power base and be able to sweep attacks southwards, there is also talks of the Samebans gifting aircraft to the Mytanar government in order to launch aerial assaults on the north of the country.

As the situation escalates, the region could become even more unstable than it already is. A worrying prospect for the whole of Rushmore.

---

"Shit!" Shouted Elita Ryzaev, she was a 19 year old member of the Mytanar Befreiungsarmee, she was currently in downtown Snezhnaya with her cell. There were five other people with her, Sven, Susanne, Isaiah, Mayrsolt and one other man, the mysterious Adder. They were waging a heated street battle with police who outnumbered them by 5 to 1.

As soon as the cell had stepped out of the van they had stolen to try and capture the tower block, thirty police had filed out of nowhere, with riots shields and tear gas and had started firing indiscriminately at them. Mayrsolt had already been grazed by a bullet on his leg and Susanne had basically been lost, she was cut-off from the remainder of the cell as she hid behind a low stone wall, about halfway between the riot police and the group.

Elita had one grenade in her pocket, Adder had given it her, he had said only to use it if they were inside the tower block and faced resistance from governmental forces. But now seemed the most prudent time to use it, any shots the cell fired only found the reinforced shields of the police and had next to no effect. A grenade however, would have affect the police whether or not they had riot shields.

Elita glanced across to Adder and used her eyes to plead with the operative who had seemingly come out of nowhere to head up this small cell that worked within the south of the port town.

"Throw the fucking grenade Elita!" He shouted with his broad foreign accent, Elita couldn't place it, but she obeyed his order. Hurling the grenade as hard as she could, throwing from the shoulder rather than the elbow or wrist as most girls do, but it was still effective. The grenade bounced and hit one of the riot shields, exploding on impact and knocking a group of about 8 police backwards, killing three or four in an instant.

Adder immediately ran out of his hiding spot, while the police were distracted by some of their number being killed or injured, he slid across to where Susanne was and popped up, raining shots down at the police, targeting their unprotected feet and straight away, one or two fell down. Nobody knew where Adder had arrived from, but everybody could tell that he was a skilled marksman and probably a member of some military organisation abroad. It was clear he could shoot a gun as accurately as the best.

Susanne now had support and began firing her weapon too. Elita soon realised a problem though, they hadn't exactly brought a ton of ammunition. If they carried on at the rate they were going they would soon run out and could face annihilation straight off the bat. She remembered what Adder had said if they were in trouble. 'Go back to the van and get the IED.'

The IED. Improvised Explosive Device. They had parked the van up and left the weapon inside, prepared for a bombing on a government building later, it was their aim to control Snezhnaya completely by dawn and raids on the tower block, the government building and then the main road out of the town had been their schedule for the night. Adder had shown them - about a week before - how to construct a home made bomb, from agricultural fertiliser. He had taught them how to detonate it by radio control and had said that as long as the van was near the bomb site, there would be a big effect.

Elita would have to try and drive the van into the riot police, before getting out and detonating it. She turned to Sven, next to her and quickly relayed the plan.

"Sven. I'm going to go back to the van and drive it into the riot police, I'll give you the control and you need to detonate it after I get out. When I drive it into the police it'll probably create some confusion, but you can't detonate until I get out, or I might die. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

Elita had to do it, whether it went wrong or not this may be her only opportunity to complete the first of her three objectives. Control of Snezhnaya was pivotal in controlling the northern regions of the country, if they could control the big cities in the tundra regions then they would be in an excellent position to mount ambushes and raids on government forces and buildings. Controlling downtown Snezhnaya was key to this.

She ran back down the pavement towards the van, she could feel shots raking across behind her, but she was being covered by Sven who would have picked off one or two of the police from the diagonal angle he was sat in. She felt safe and strangely free, as if the clutches of the regime could not get her while she was in this anarchistic street battle, the shops and homes on the streets around her had all fallen unoccupied barring a few where a couple of hardy souls had decided to stay, even with the daily pitched battles between government forces and MB happening right outside their front doors.

It was strange, this feeling, but Elita ignored it as she moved closer to the fan, knowing her objective. Adder had ordered her to leave the keys in the vehicle in case this was the eventuality, whether they had to flee or use the van for other reasons than they had originally intended (i.e. bomb the government building). It meant they would not lose the keys and they knew where they would be if they needed them.

They had left the window wound down and Elita reached inside to open the door, she jumped into the passenger seat, opening the glove compartment and pulled the keys out. She immediately slid across into the driver's seat.

Elita had never passed any formal driving test, but she had driven vehicles for six years, she had been a part of a gang when she was younger and this was kind of the stuff she would get involved in. Stealing cars was something she was used to. She put the keys in the ignition, slipped the handbrake off and pulled out from the pavement. She hit the accelerator hard and crept the speed up very, very quickly.

15 miles per hour, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45. 50 miles per hour. She could already see the police in front of her as she straightened the vehicle up in the middle of the road, they must have been about fifty yards away but she covered the distance in no time as she sped towards them. She noticed the fear on some of their faces, they scattered and she hit the brakes as hard as she could. The van screeched to a halt as the police began to regroup, some continuing to face the rest of the cell who continued to fire shots on them and by this point and halved the number of police that there were at the start with no casualties of their own, and the others ran to converge on the van.

Elita left the keys in the ignition, slamming the door open and leaping out. She sprinted away, arms pumping, legs driving her forwards, away from the police behind her who had began to look in the back of the van, others chasing her, some firing shots at her but missing.

Elita urged Sven to use the control, to blow the van up and for it to kill the people who were attempting to kill her.

A second later, he did.

The bomb went off and the van seemingly exploded, collapsing down onto its rims as the tyres fell off, the aluminium frame exploding outwards - almost a makeshift shrapnel. Four police were killed immediately, a couple of others were injured, a couple more were left, one immediately ran to try and help his injured colleagues but the other felt hatred in his heart. He looked down the barrel of his gun, slowly moving it down the target running away, focusing in on the leg. He pulled the trigger.

Elita crumpled.

A second later, "Elita's down! Adder! Elita's down! Quick, help!" Isaiah screamed, sprinting from his safe position to try and help.

"Isaiah, get the fuck down!" Adder yelled.

A shot was fired, Isaiah fell. Adder yelled with frustration. "Everybody, stay where you are. Don't move. We need support."

"Adder, the shot on Elita should be non-fatal, it seemed to catch her leg!" Sven shouted from his hiding place.

"We're going to have to get to her, I think Isaiah's dead, we can't afford to lose two on this mission."

"What can we do?!"

...

Elita felt the pain shooting up and down her leg, her vision was blurred. She couldn't see straight, the pain was shooting around and she could see stars. She tried to get up but she couldn't.

"Don't move Elita, it's okay." Said a voice, an unfamiliar one.

"Who are you?" She tried to say, but it came out garbled, the person - whoever they were - seemed to understand anyway.

"I'm Steffen Oster, head of the cell responsible for the port area in Snezhnaya. Adder gave us the call, saying you were in trouble. Lucky we got here in time to help you eh?"

"My, my leg.." Is all Elita could manage.

"You're leg's in pretty bad shape, don't try to move it or touch it. The bullet is lodged in there somewhere and we're going to have to try and get it out. Don't worry, you're safe now."

"The... The mission, wha-what happened?"

"We secured the tower block, but the remainder of the mission had to be postponed. Your cell were two men down, Adder agreed that he couldn't risk an attack on a government building with only four guys."

"Two? Two men down, what are you on about? I'm the only one who was injured.."

"Isaiah's dead, Elita, I'm sorry."

Elita was injured, in pain, but she still felt anger bubble up inside her. The regime were causing the deaths of so many people she loved, her dad, her brothers and now this. Her boyfriend. Where would it stop? She felt responsible. She knew that one day she would be the one to kill Natella Kalinina. Hatred ripped through her body, overriding the pain as she attempted to sit up, she screamed. Not in pain. It was the anger. It needed an outlet and that proved to be it.

Steffen tried to push her back down, so she was lying down again, but she couldn't be restrained as the anger seeminly overrode everything else in her body and she screamed and yelled and tried to get up. As she tried to stand up, Steffen tried to restrain her again, but the anger was too strong for him. The injury to her leg, alas, was too much for her as she tried to stand-up, putting weight on her injured leg - and it gave way underneath her.

She collapsed to the floor, hitting her head. She fell unconscious.

"I fucking told you to stay down." Steffen sighed, going back to tending her wound.

[Branta Island]

"Buon giorno, signore Gaspari. Well, this was your second straight loss, a 1-0 defeat at the hands of Astograth. Do you think this is the start of a bad trend?"

"I don't think it is at the moment. But if you look at those two losses, we played Geisenfried and Astograth well in the first half. All three of those goals were given up in the second half, and as I've stated before, stamina is a main issue with the team currently. Only Rocca and Sebastiani have played all 90 minutes of every match. The rest, especially the back line, have shown fatigue consistently past the hour mark. We may have the problem solved by the end of qualifying, but right now, we just have to live with it."

"So you are attributing the dominance by your opponents in the second half to your players being tired?"

"Standard cause and effect, really. One we'd like to avoid, but at this point, just can't."

"Well then looking forward to Super-Llamaland, they were impressive during the last World Cup cycle. Although they are struggling at the start of this cycle, do you think they'll show signs of their near qualifying form from last cycle?"

"It's definitely possible. I mean, qualifying is a crazy time and anything can happen. And win here, and loss there, and one could be looking up from the middle of the table after being on the top. Just look at Saugeais last cycle. They were top of their group, then 5 losses in their last 7 games killed their Finals run. I don't wish for that to happen to us, but I'm saying that it can."

"Do you think you can win with the squad you have?"

"I always back my boys to do well. Thank you for coming out, that's all for today."

[Alasdair I Frosticus]

Hello!

I am naming Fyodr-Pyotr, and I am being silenhoorn player for Sbrskj Krk Trkrj (or, as you are saying in your language, "Let Us All Rejoice in Harmonious Melodies of Glorious Motherland").

Some are asking me 'Fyodr-Pyotr, why is there no sounding from silenhoorn when the playing you are doing? Why are the howling of dogs always sounding when the playing of silenhoorn you are doing?'

It is being true that this is being great mystery to those who are not knowing of history of Slobbodovanian folk music. In Slobbodovania we are much admiring famous Slobbodovanian wolf. The howling of mighty wolf is soundtrack of our lives; it is reminding us of childhood spent in abject fear while the collecting of firewood we were doing. Even in Slobbodovanian cities, the howling of wolf is similar to sound whistle of beet steel factory is making at noon time. As you are seeing, Slobbodovanian wolf is being vital to our culture and heritage. It is filling us with shchkrch when the wolf howling we are not hearing.

So when Slobbodovanian folk music band is doing the playing, they must also be doing the recreating of the wolf howling. Alas, Slobbodovanian wolf is being too clever for us to be doing the catching, so we must be using the dogs instead. Silenhoorn makes sound that normal humans are not hearing, but is being heard by dogs! This is why dogs are always being chained next to Slobbodovanian folk music band; in this way Let Us All Rejoice in Harmonious Melodies of Glorious Motherland are not being the different. So when the silenhoorn I am playing, howling of dogs you are hearing!

Perhaps it is because United Gordonopia would not let us be bringing our dogs into their land that we were doing the losing last night. It is result that makes me sad; insisting on import of dogs is what team will be doing for future away matches.

Last night Milan the plik-plok player was coming to me and saying 'Fyodr-Pyotr, are you knowing of ursines?' Yes, I am knowing of ursines! There are being two teams of ursines. It seems that team of ursines who are in other grouping wish us to sing of sweet things. Here the trickiness is that in land of ursines, sweet things are not being made from beets, but from bees. Can you be doing the imagining! In Slobbodovania honey is precious gift of bees given only to most stalwart of peasants and workers who have been giving lives to glorious motherland, but in land of ursines, all are doing the eating of honey!

This is being my song for ursines:

The bee works in well-organised hive
Producing honey through careful division of labour
From each according to their ability
To each according to their need
In this way, beehive is metaphor for Slobbodovanian labour.

Yet in Bears Armed, all ursines eat the honey
Exploiting labour of working bee class
Without returning anything to bees
Not even comprehensive bee social security plan
In this way, ursines are metaphor for parasitic bourgeoisie.

Perhaps it is this reliance on strength of others
That leads Bears Armed team to be quite good
And explains why they won 2-0 away to Ossidiacqua
Perhaps at first glance this seems unfair
But it is surely metaphor for life, as life is not fair.

We shall simply avoid awkward metaphor
By continuing to sweeten bark tea with sugar beets.

Competition
Let Us All Rejoice in Harmonious Melodies of Glorious Motherland wish to be pleasuring you! Commission them to write new famous song for your nation! After each matchday, you may suggest topic for new song by Let Us All Rejoice in Harmonious Melodies of Glorious Motherland!

You set theme for song, and band write song for best idea each matchday - which will also include the result of your nation's most recent match. You can suggest song as many times as you like. Song theme need not be about beets. Let Us All Rejoice in Harmonious Melodies of Glorious Motherland look forward to pleasuring you!

[The Archregimancy]

OOC: historically, Orthodox monks have occasionally (alas) been a fairly violent bunch...

THE MONASTIC TIMES

DISPUTE OVER TEAM DIRECTION LEADS TO LENTEN BATTLE
Metropolitan Mark Calls for Calm

By Fr. Nicholas the Scribe

The Archregimancy was rocked this morning by an outbreak of violence outside the katholikon of the Greatest Lavra as opponents and supporters of the national football team's new direction came to blows immediately after the Sunday liturgy.

Fr. Silouan the Strict led a group of monks carrying placards stating "Cast Down Your Pride", "Show More Humility", and "Down With This Sort of Thing" as a chastened Archregimancy squad returned from Ko-oren after failing to win either of their last two matches.

Metropolitan Mark of the Greatest Lavra later called for calm, noting that this "unfortunate occurrence" ran against the spirit of Great Lent, and reminding all the monks of the Archregimancy that, in the words of the Epistle of James "Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness".

Officials at the Monastic Football Association were said to have been "upset" at the turn of events. A senior MFA archimandrite, speaking on condition of anonymity, said that "we respect Fr. Silouan's devotion to Orthodoxy, and hope to be able to hold a meeting with him in the near future to discuss our differences in a spirit of Christian charity".

Fr. Silouan is said to be considering the offer.

[Swyftlandre]

(NS) Death Note II:
Page I: Divided Esportiva
(Just to anyone reading this from Esportiva, consider this a different universe to the ongoing war. Also, try not to notice how close this is to Code Geass, I totally didn't spend the whole of yesterday watching it. The story will be split into two, the first half covering the war and the second covering Sports (mostly football) after this period. Also, the Death Note is marked II as I previously made a series of Death Note for the CE/BoF)

The Region of Esportiva, a once proud region that had boasted the most freedom among her member nations. War was a concept only found in stories and the Esportivan Union, the collection of Esportiva's nations to ensure this peace between said nations. Many nations were eager to sign into this political union despite the fear that independence could be lost, although some significant nations failed to join. Namely Chun-Nan, Islo Aiz ens Islo Dorne and Commune-PDT.v2.

The peace of Esportiva and the Esportivan Union shattered with, surprisingly, Football playing a large roll in igniting the fuse. The Cosodor Nuclear Disaster, the explosion of a Nuclear Plant (through the negligence of the Islo Aiz ens Islo Dorne Government) on a small island named Cosodor which caused embargo's set by E.U. laws towards Islo Aiz ens Islo Dorne, followed by a match between Islo Aiz ens Islo Dorne and long time passive enemies Cyborg Holland who following a chain of events called the "Football Tension" started the Great Esportivan War.

While Islo Aiz ens Islo Dorne and their small arsenal of allies (most influential being Swyftlandre and Apox) became the Defensive party in the opening stages of the war, their Pact of Steel (the name of the alliance) broke apart after the Battle for the Hydrabondante Sea and instead they joined forces with the secretive states of Commune-PDT.v2 after revealing an arsenal of nuclear weapons to the Commune. Swyftlandre instead changed their loyalties to Apox to offer them border-protection and saw Cyborg Holland becoming a third party in the war upon their bad political position with both sides but still eager, with the support of the WA, to eliminate Aiz-Dorne.

Surely enough, Swyftlandre and Apox became the Defensive Party with both nations getting attacked, Swyftlandre by opportunists Chun-Nan and Apox due to the Commune. While Swyftlandre showed military superiority over Chun-Nan (despite being heavily outnumbered), Apox quickly fell to the Commune Empire after they secretely rolled out their Battle-Mech's into the nation. Despite resilience, only one Mech was reported damaged and 4000 Foot Soldiers died on the Commune Side while a show of three million dead on the Apox side. With Islo Aiz ens Islo Dorne also bombing offensive nations with seemingly no respite, Esportiva soon fell into only five nations. The Chun-Nan Union (the Slembana's, Qalfen, Northern Sunrise Islands), Dandillis (which expanded to the whole of Contine de Saberrhe), the Swyft-Inferiore Alliance, The Commune Dominion (Most of Esportiva with Islo Aiz ens Islo Dorne remaining a ally (despite Cosodor becoming a independent state)) and the Free Andarican States (North-West Cyborg Holland, Southern Andarica).

The War developed for the nations, with three of the four other "alliances" managing to develop weapons that equaled the power of the Commune. (These being Chun-Nan Union, Swyft-Inferiore Alliance and the Free Andarican States) Within Months of the war between the districts, a cease-fire due to peace through fear was developed and the 'Divided Esportiva' Period began.

For seventy years this peace was maintained, with the Commune slowly increasing their territory but ultimately fearful to continue. Until the Coup d'état of the Swyft-Inferiore Alliance, where the head of state, San Swyft collapsed and, within this panic, the Second Great Esportivan War began. The following story, of the second Death Note in Swyftlandre takes place during the invasion and collapse of the Swyft-Inferiore Alliance, two years into the war.

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Shinigami Realm:

"Ha Ha Ha Ha! You seeing this Suké!" Justin chuckled as he pointed into the human world. Suké glanced through the portal, his eyes widening,
"Woah, the humans have got themselves some nice toys!"
"Pretty sweet, huh...when was the last time you dropped your notebook down there"
"Hmm...bout' two hundred odd. Are you thinking what I was thinking..."
"Kehehehe, of course...Imagine throwing a Death Note into the mix."
"Then I might get to work on that, wanna tag along?"
"You, the Rogue Shinigami, want someone to tag along. I'd be delighted, kehehehe." With that, Suké threw a Red Death Note into the mix then took flight into the Portal with Justin spreading his decrepit wings, rotted away with time and took lead of Suké. They flew over the world, the three major regions of Earth-S, first Atlantian Oceania, levelling themselves with the High-Rise Buildings and Skyscrapers that graced the land, over Northern Rushmore, taking in the mostly-frosty landscape of the Polar Islandstates before arriving in Esportiva. The famous five War-torn states of Esportiva, before finally nearing at the Battle Site of Blastings City. As they got closer, Suké chuckled,
"Now, bout' the spare Death Note. I kinda lost mine already...so, I had to borrow your's..."
Justin fumbled around his belt, mostly covering in Skulls and Diamonds and finding the back pocket, which held the Death Note, empty,
"You...You Bastard!!!"
"I lost my Spare Note a few weeks ago...had to compensate...hehehehehe" Suké smiled at Justin, his eyes adopting a sharp, red glow, "Guess you'll have to get it back...before, you know, you die!"
"Kehehe, you fool. I'm exempt from Shinigami laws, remember! I'll slice them in half and drag it from their cold hands..."
"He...You forget, I'm a Prince as well now...play the game right or I'll serve punishment!"
"Spoken like a true Prince, very well, I'll play your game for now..."

Meanwhile, in the Northern Sector of Blastings City, the final resistance took place. Outdated Battle Mech's stood on the THRILLEDGE and Swyftlandre side, while the Commune's highly superior Mech's slowly cornered the final troops.

Avenhelm Swyft Model Battle-Mech x13:

The battle had been tough, Sam was, or rather, had been an impressive pilot. She, in a bout of anger for the loss of her only family, Brother Michael had held the Northern Front from advancing Commune Battle Mech's, destroying four of the twenty-two Mech's currently engaged against them and remaining one of only six of the thirteen Mech's and one of 9000 remaining troops out of 300,000 on the battlefield. It was a futile effort, however, the Commune boasted stronger guns, better snipers and even more efficient, agile and defensive Battle Mech's. Following this trend, she ended up losing on Bell Street (or rather the charred remains), when two Mech's cornered her.

"No...NO!" She cried, wiping her tears away as she labored on the Trigger, hopelessly shooting bullets and shells at her opponent. Even though she managed to be doing significant damage to the Mech on the left, which showed signs of limping. It was ultimately too late, she let her emotions in the way to protect a young child and paid the price. What use was there in it, what use was there in any of it.

She slammed her head on the console as her Gun was destroyed, her Shoulder Mounts were a useless weapon to use at this point. The shells would end up doing significantly more damage to her Mech at this range, considering the protective armor on the Commune Mech's and regardless, the shrapnel would likely kill the child. The one she essentially sacrificed her life to save. There was only one hope, the Assassins-Blade equip into the left wrist of the Mech. She pulled it out and aimed for what was likely the Cockpit and shoved the blade into the armor. Only, to her dismay, to find it greatly ineffective, but she still continued only to then hear a second explosion. Her Mech's leg flew off at that instant, she looked up at the Second Commune Mech which had fired the shot before turning back to see the last standing building practically shattered in half from the bottom. She turned back at the First Mech, her Left Leg had collapsed under the weight with the Knife holding the only support.

"It's over...Why? Why her, WHY THIS WAR!!!! SHE WAS ONLY A CIVILIAN, A CHILD! WHY ME!!!! WHY DO I ALWAYS LOSE EVERYTHING..." Throughout her life, she was always embroiled with death. Once a farming family living on the Xan Isles, she was the youngest of five and lived happily until the Battle and eventual Occupation of the Xan Isles. While her eldest brother was away training for the army at twenty-three, the rest of them were caught up in a sneak attack on the islands. While Sam's Mother and her were evacuated, the rest of her son's were old enough to be forced to fight. Her Mother held back, forcing herself to fight while Sam was sent away to mainland Swyftlandre. No one survived that day. Then there was the battle for Hele City in Thrilledge, while laws prevented women from joining the army, the Swyft-side were short-stocked in terms of soldiers and accepting any new members whenever. She had become a top-Mech pilot only to battle alongside the last member of her family left, but in the last moment, her brother gave his life to protect her. Everyone she knew, Friends, Family, even fellow Soldiers, all dead and now she had lost the Child she had given her life for, it was a worthless life she had led.

The First Mech grabbed Sam's Mech's Blade and ripped it out of it's roots, sparks flying in all directions and Sam's Mech falling to the ground. The Commune-Mech then took aim with it's gun, first shooting at the Engine, preventing emergency ejection. Not that she felt the need to live anymore anyway. Then, took aim again, this time shooting right through the cockpit. A voice coming through the intercom,
"For the glory of the Commune!"

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"Miss? Miss? Are you ok, miss?"
Sam groaned as she attempted to lift herself up, then found herself containing a scream as she realized her arm had been blown clean off. The stub where her arm once was had been wrapped in a bandage.
"QUICK, SHE'S AWAKE! MISS..."
"Uh...hi" Sam managed as she glanced at the young boy tending to her wounds, "I'm sorry, but where am I?"
"We're in the Underground Bunkers Miss..." The Boy said as other people joined him, "The Doctor looked after you, but your okay now..."
"How did you find me! Did you find a girl?"
"You mean Jane, she-" His mother grabbed his shoulder,
"The one you tried to find in the Apartment...she ran away from us to find her teddy bear, the building..." She began to tear up, "She's survived the collapse but they don't think she'll make it through the night. But, thank you..."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"You tried to protect her, I saw everything. Could I ask your name?"
"Sam" She smiled, "Samantha Rose."
"Well, thank you Samantha Rose. I'm Nancy Jones. I'll try and find some way to repay you, somehow."
"Please, no need..."

The mom walked away, waving, with her kids following. Moments later, the boy ran back in,

"Wait, Miss, I nearly" The Boy butted in, "Is this your book, it's written in some weird language?"
He handed her the book, the title was written in Chun-Nan Chinese and when translated, it read Murder Notebook. Sam turned to the boy,
"Yes, thank you."
"No problem, Miss...I'll see ya round." The Boy said as he sprinted back out, presumably to catch up with his Mother.

She opened it to the cover page and found more dialog,

Murder Notebook - Royal Edition

This Notebook grants the human using it temporary Shinigami State. It is imperative that the human using this, should it fall into the wrong hands, understands that by killing a human they are increasing their life span permanently. They can only die, through whatever means, when their life span runs out.

1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
6. Anything and any language can be used to write a name so long as it creates readable character's.

What is this? A Murder...Notebook, it can't be real...But, what if it is...what if I could avenge everyone's death. I could destroy the Commune, yes, this is what I want, I should test it someone, the curse of eternal life is worth nothing if I can...just defeat the Commune, heck, I could become a national hero! This...no, I shouldn't get too ahead of myself, I should use on someone who's going to die! Jane Jones, that girl...I can get quick results from her...Wait, what am I saying, I nearly gave my life for here plus she's only a girl...

She looked down at the notebook, horrified. The name had already been written then in her own blood. The pin holding the Bandage on her stump lay on the paper.
"I...I didn't do this..." Sam whispered to herself, "I couldn't have. It's just a delusion...that's right...it's just a delusion..."

She hid the book underneath her bed covers, still finding herself unable to get up, then lay down. Only minutes later, the boy walked over to Sam.
"Miss?"
"Yes, kid?" Sam said, gulping
"Jane...Jane...Jane just died..." The kid started tearing up, "She...she was getting better. The Doctors said it was amazing, she wasn't hurt that badly and we were talking, then she, well the doctors said she had a Heart Attack..."
WHAT! No Sam, remember, this is all part of the delusions...
"THIS ISN'T REAL!!!" Sam screamed, "LEAVE, YOUR NOT REAL!!! NONE OF THIS IS REAL, LEAVE NOW!!! PLEASE, N-not another one. I CAN'T LET ANOTHER ONE DIE!"

The boy ran off in tears and Sam pulled out the Murder Notebook,
I should end this delusion...

She wrote her name in the Murder Notebook using her blood, waited forty seconds for her death as tears hit the notebook and after the forty seconds had elapsed, found her self alive again.
"WHY! WHY CAN'T I DIE!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE WITH THIS ANYMORE!"
"Is that so...oh boy, this really is a pain. I'm afraid you can't die, it says so in Black and White. Ah, I may have forgot to write it in, my bad..."
"Who are you, WHO ARE YOU!?"
"Ma'am, I told you. I'm from the Psychological Ward, I was informed you were feeling suicidal. It's not safe to allow anyone to live like this, especially since the Commune now owns all of Northern THRILLEDGE."
"Don't worry, he can't see or hear me, call me your personal angel, name's Armonia Justin Beyondormason...but just Justin for short. kehehe"
"JUST LEAVE, BOTH OF YOU!"
"Miss Samantha, there's no one else here. We have a isolation ward in our Underground Settlement, I'd have to suggest you reside there for now..."
"LEAVE!"
"Yes, Miss Samantha. I have to consult th-"
"JUST GO!"
"You won't be getting rid of me that easily, not until you hand over that Death Note of yours..."
"The Murder Notebook?"
"Is that what he named it? Yeah, that Red Book of mine..."
"Tell me, does it actually kill. Was...Was I the one to kill that girl?"
"Yup, you killed her."
"Then, I can't give you the book back...I've decided, to make up for her Death, for the atrocity I caused...I'll make a better world, a better world for her Family...yes, I'll make a better world for that young boy..."
"What's with the sudden mood-swing, you brat!? Shut up Suké!"

Page II - Alliance

[Lymantatia]

Life About Charles Garcia - Chapter 4 - 3rd Grade (1991-1992)
it was Monday, September 2, 1991, when it was Charles Garcia's first day in third grade. He had different teachers, except his Computers teacher was still Adela Lowe, who was still the GOAL Group's homeroom teacher and was the only teacher who liked him. John Orville, Mary Albert and Jennifer Lawrence were still his best friends. He was a master compter programmer. My afterschool activity was the Computer Club, which was run by Mrs. Lowe and me. My older brother was in the 6th grade, who for a field trip to Connorstown did not see for all of May 1992. During June 1992, the Computer Club went to a trip to the Vircao Technology Museum. During summer, Charles Garcia played in a junior football team named "Elizabethville Junior United". Elizabethville Junior United was about to win their 102nd. And so we did.
Chapters
Chapter 1 - Kindergarten (1988-1989)
Chapter 2 - 1st Grade (1989-1990)
Chapter 3 - 2nd Grade (1990-1991)
Chapter 4 - 3rd Grade (1991-1992)
Chapter 5 - 4th Grade (1992-1993)
Chapter 6 - 5th Grade (1993-1994)
Chapter 7 - 6th Grade (1994-1995)
Chapter 8 - 7th Grade (1995-1996)
Chapter 9 - 8th Grade (1996-1997)
Chapter 10 - 9th Grade (1997-1998)
Chapter 11 - 10th Grade (1998-1999)
Chapter 12 - 11th Grade (1999-2000)
Chapter 13 - 12th Grade (2000-2001)
Chapter 14 - Freshman-Sophomore College (2001-2003)
Chapter 15 - Junior-Senior College (2003-2005)
Chapter 16 - Coaching a Children's Football Team (2005-2007)
Chapter 17 - The Prestigious Children's Football Team (2007-2010)
Chapter 18 - Marriage (2010-)
The Gypsies 0–2 Lymantatia
We have won the game against The Gypsies 2-0. The other team lost by not scoring a goal.
Goalscorers
21 mins - Jacques Bressler (Lymantatia)
57 mins - Jacques Bressler (Lymantatia)
Current Statistics
Average number of time of goals: 32 2/3 minutes/32 minutes and 40 seconds
Average number of time of goals by other teams: 31 minutes
Most goals by person on Lymantatia's team: Jacques Bressler (5)

[Apox]

An Adventure In Old Guard - Part Five

Clement and David made the short walk from the International Post's offices to the docks, which were almost completely deserted. It was a eerie sight, as the harbour could clearly fit several hundred boats in. A single fishing boat was moored up alongside the quay and it crew members were unloading it catch, which Clement couldn't tell whether it was just very poor today, or if, like most Old Guardians, it was just that they hadn't bothered to catch much. The only other occupant of the harbour was a private yacht which lay tied up to a pontoon out in the centre of the harbour, with no activity but it's light on. They needed to find the harbour masters office so they could know what was what, but at first glance there wasn't anywhere obvious where it might be situated. Clement wandered over to the fishermen who were unpacking.

"Alright lads? Know where the harbour master's office is?" he asked nonchalantly. The fisherman closest to him, turned around slowly and looked at him.

"You want to know where the harbour master's office is?" he asked, very surprised. Now it was Clement's turn to be surprised, and with a hint of uncertainty creeping in, he replied;

"Yes." More looks. Something must definitely be up.

"Down there, first left," the fisherman pointed to a red door which was built into the side of the sea wall protecting the harbour. David who he thought had been silently listening was already walking down there, ambling slowly along. Clement thanked the fisherman and wandered on, toward David. As he left he thought he heard one of the fishermen say,

"On your head be it," but he wasn't too sure and sure as hell hoped he didn't hear it. What was so bad about a harbour master? He hurried on towards the door, and caught up with David just as they arrived at the door. David looked at him, clearly reluctant to open, so with a sigh and a deep breath, Clement turned the knob, and entered.

Inside, it was slightly darker that out, and incredibly messy. Bits of paper strewn around the place, a computer lay on its side on the desk, and there was a thick veil of smoke hanging in the air. Clement coughed slightly, before stepping over a waste paper bin, and walking over to the counter. He looked around and saw no-one. It was deserted. Surely someone was here. He turned around to look at David, partly for ideas and partly to check that he was still there; he didn't want to be alone in a place like this. After a final check around, he finally had the nerve to say something;

"Hello?... OH FUCK ME" As soon as he said that, a middle-aged, very rotund man jumped up from immediately behind the counter, leant forward and stared menacingly at him and David. Or at least, he assumed he leant forward, as that was where he was once he turned round from falling over onto the floor and had finished bricking himself with shock/terror.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" shouted the man, menace dripping off him. Clement was to stunned to speak, so David, took over, finally doing something useful, although he decided to ignore the fact that this crazy man had just stood up, and therefore wasn't very useful at all.

"Alreet thare, we was just wanderin' if ya could 'elp us?" he said, seemingly oblivious to this crazy man and impervious to fear. The man took a deep breath, before unleashing;

"FUCK OFF, WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU INBRED FILCHING DICKSTAINS! I'M HERE TRYING TO SLEEP OFF A HANGOVER AND YOU COME CHARGING IN ASKING FOR A BIT OFF HELP?!? PISS OFF!" This is the point where Clement would have happily run away, take his advice and never go near there again. Unfortunately for him he was frozen with terror and David didn't seem like going anywhere.

"Ach, den't be like tha'! All we want is ta see ya recent records"

"WHAT?!? RECORDS, WHY WOULD I SHOW YOU MY RECORDS, LEAVE BEFORE I PUNCH A NEW PIEHOLE INTO YOU!" he said. David thought about this statement for a while, but then decided that actually it would be wise to keep asking questions. Clement, had different ideas, and his paralysis thankfully stopped when he saw the man trying to squeeze his large girth around the edge of the desk to get them. With a shriek of terror, Clement stood up, grabbed David and opened the door, just in time as the man fingers grabbed the edge of his coat just as they left.

Panting, Clement sat down outside, exhausted by the terror, shaking from shock and adrenaline. David, damn him, seemed completely unfazed.

"Bit rude, weren't 'e? Y'Alreet sa?" he asked, staring down at Clement who was quite pale.

"Yeah, fine, just gimme a moment." He was going through where to go next, clearly he would get no help from the harbour master, a lunatic like that was probably involved in the smuggling operation, although he didn't seem to leave his office, so who knew, it could be negligence.

"What do you suggest David?" he asked, then realised that David was listening intently to something. He cocked his head slightly, and could definitely hear voices in the distance.

"I say sa, I think we shud g'over there," he said, already moving towards the noise. Clement heaved himself up, and followed.

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Team Rating Against Hyskigland
GK - Joe Frost - 7
RD - Jack Forster - 6
CD - Hans Nielsson - 7
CD - Fronden Abel - 6
LD - Oley Williams - 7
RM - Olim Benzari (c) - 7
CM - Jack Moses - 8
CM - John Carpenter - 7
LM - Fran Gracie - 6
CF - Fred Barnett - 7
ST - Chris Maarsden - 6
Substitutions
Marlon Vetta on for Chris Fronden Abel 77'
Goalscorer
Chris Maarsden 63'
Achievements
Olim Benzari's 70th cap