World Cup 85 || RP Thread

by **Newmanistan** » Fri May 29, 2020 10:12 am

At the Dover City Sportsbook, matchday 6 was their big day to unveil the website to an intended larger audience. Up to this point, they had kept their advertising budget small, but now they were investing in endboard advertisements at Empress Jessica I Stadium in Jessicaville. It was the perfect city choice, since the people there have more disposable income then anywhere else within Newmanistan, including Pocono City. They received an extra boost with the recent resumption of play in the International Basketball Championships, and Newmanistan’s advancement there to the quarterfinals. Now, those who signed up could place wagers on two major sporting competitions in additional to all the domestic offerings. Alexei Komissarov also took out an on-air TV commercial to play during halftime that would label their website at being different and having many fun things in which one can place a wager on, after they signed up. Using current events, these included things like:

“Will Cocoabo become a banned substance by the World Cup Committee by the end of qualifying?”

“Will Chromatika turn their luck around and still qualify for the World Cup?”

“Will one of the seniors on Hampton Island’s team collapse during a game?”

“Who will end up hosting the Cup of Harmony?”

Questions surrounding other sports, like basketball, baseball and stock car racing were present as well in an attempt to demonstrate that this was more then just a basic website where one could go and try and make some money. The commercial concluded with “Deposit $100 get $50 free promotion” with a small disclaimer posted that depositing higher amounts would result in higher giveaway money to use. It would appeal to many people who were into gambling and hope to separate itself from other competitors.

The promotion was successful, as the amount of signups nearly tripled on the website. Therefore, Komissarov would have to hire more staffing, but he did not mind that. Right now, he did not have a lot of profit left over, but was now hopeful that they would generate more of that. Most likely, those who were the smartest gamblers had already found the website. Now, he was hoping for the more casual signup, and with all of the new influx of people joining, that’s who they would get more of. The ones that would lose money over time.

Nick Sheldon was not one of those people losing money. He would win his matchday 6 duel, and see his account balance increase to $4,500. As happy as he was, this led to another message from the website,

“Dear Mr. Sheldon, congratulations on your successes thus far. We have now realized that you are $500 away from being able to become a platinum user on our website. This requires a $5,000 balance, and for you to keep at least $2,500 in your account at all times after reaching $5,000 in order to qualify. Being a platinum user allows you to place wagers in exclusive, though much tougher, categories, for higher risk and higher payouts. You would automatically become platinum if your wagers put you over the $5,000 plateau, but being so close now, why wait?”

Sheldon immediately got out his credit card, but then remembered what his wife told him about going over any of the charges with her. She still believed that he was investing in stocks, and thought that mentioning another deposit now would concern her when there was not any reason to. He was doing great and felt like he was winning at the game. So, he took out his personal debit card. He had always told himself that he would never enter this information into the computer, but wanted to see what kind of wagering was available if he became platinum now. He added the information in, and deposited the money, increasing his balance to $5,000.

What Nick Sheldon did not realize is that there was no real benefit to adding that money. All established players got a message on their computer saying if they just increase their balance by a certain percentage, based on what the actual balance was, that their account would become eligible for new games. These new games were always going to be released, however, following the advertising campaign from Jessicaville.

Sheldon was intrigued by a game called, “Great World Cup Qualifying Fixture Challenge”

For an entry fee of $500, then a $100 wager every matchday, you can participate in this contest which will pair you and a groups of fans into qualifying groups. You will play each fan in your group one time in a head to head pairing. Every matchday, you will be assigned a series of fifteen games to pick a winner from (one from each qualifying group). The person who earns the most points wins the match, and gets three points for their win in the “group standings”. There will be 32 groups of 20, and you must win your group to be one of the 32 people will advance to the “Great World Cup Fixture Challenge”, which will be similar in nature. The user that wins the World Cup will win $100,000. Other prizes will be present for the second, third, and fourth place finishers.

If this sounds like something you would like to do, sign up now! Only 640 people will be permitted to signup!

The game was a hook for successful players like Sheldon, and there was no intention of paying out the $100,000. In fact, only 160 actual people would be participating with staff members taking the other 480 spots. There would be additional hooks over the course of the competition, such as chips that could be used in place of a pick that the player was not sure of. Chips would have to be purchased, of course. Players would have the toughest matchup in each group in which to make a pick from, such as picking a winner in Group 2 between Balaslandia and EGM when they would meet.

Also, there was not just one single “640 player” tournament, but multiple ones. Signups did not stop at 640, and once #641 signed up, the next “league” would begin. For Sheldon, it seemed like a low cost thing to sign up for, so he would. He also remained in the Blue Chip Group Challenge, and now began placing wagers on International Basketball Championships playoff games.

by **Flavovespia** » Fri May 29, 2020 10:19 am

Westwood Garden City

The First Kit

A team with a bit of a disputed history, with discussions over whether or not Westwood Garden City count as a simple renaming of Westwood Sports Society, a direct successor, or an entirely new club. For the purposes of this however, it makes limited difference, as both “first” kits would be the same either way. Illustrated is the 71BU kit, which is nothing more than an all-white kit (actually slightly off-white as many were at the time), in the baggier fashion of the day.

Celebrated Classic

The 18BU-17BU design is the somewhat surprising winner here. In an era where teams began to experiment with more complex designs, Westwood Garden City went with this triple W band on the upper body, and a subtle shadow pattern included. A design that was popular with many of the fans, and has since become quite an iconic kit. An idea that would see a few revivals over the years, and other clubs attempt a similar kit. Some will debate whether or not it’s stood the test of time, but it is certainly distinctive and memorable.

Modern Marvel

The 11AU-12AU kit was voted the winner here. In a time when kits were starting to become busier, Westwood Garden City’s used smart black detailing on the sides of the body and the cuffs. The kit never seemed to be an obvious one to be celebrated, but over time its popularity has risen. It’s a shame in some ways that this was a relegation kit in 12AU, meaning chances of a revival are less likely.

Colour of Success

17AU is our choice in this season. They were 4th in the Super League, and reached the quarter finals of the GWFA Cup (now Flavovespia Gold Cup). The kit itself isn’t exactly a classic, the asymmetrical trim doesn’t quite work, and it feels like there’s a bit too much of it at times. Even at the time, some fans thought it was too much away from the more traditional white with a low level of trim. Nevertheless, it’s the kit that the team wore when they were at their best.

Fashion Disaster

The later years of the classic era saw some poor kit choices, and Westwood Garden City are no exception. Launched in 12BU, the triangular pattern and diagonal stripes are supposed to represent the hills in the north of the Westwood region. Unfortunately the kit looked messy, untidy, and the effect was easily lost as soon as the kit started to crease up. The kit went too far in trying to represent the identity of the club, and became an untidy mess that didn't really look like a football kit. Definitely one of those kits remembered for all the wrong reasons.

by **Siovanija and Teusland** » Fri May 29, 2020 10:36 am

Flashback - September 14, 1958 - Chernovets, Siovanija

The car carrying President Milan Dimitrov rolled up to a military checkpoint on the road leading to Chernovets. It was just before noon, and it was a grey fall day in the eastern Siovanijan city. After a quick wait at the checkpoint, the car advanced into the city itself.

Once known as Karnowitz, and home to a population of Teus speakers during the time of the Teus Empire, they’d mostly deserted the city after the Siovanijan Revolution of 1808, returning back over the mountains to their homeland in Teusland, or north to the Marzig area. Slowly but surely, Siovanijans moved into the new land, however, by the end of the Civil War it was still a small village. It was chosen from a list of candidates to be the first of several ‘closed cities,’ dedicated to strategic scientific research. Quickly, the city was developed into a tech hub. Dimitrov had to admit, however, that it wasn’t the prettiest city in the world - certainly no Borograd, his hometown, with its famous Dragon Bridge.

Dimitrov exited the car as it parked in front of the State Strategic Weapons Institute in the city, and glanced around. It was a town very much unlike anywhere else in the country - no pond hockey in the winter, no football in the parks in summer. Once you got in, you wanted to get out as fast as you could. Entering the SSWI building, he noticed the halls were pretty much empty - everyone was awaiting this speech. There was some whispers of discontent in the Institute after the Grosser Woden project was cancelled, and this speech would have to do a lot to set the tone for what was coming next. He’d already heard from Chancellor Benes - there was support for a bill on additional oversight measures for the SSWI from all sides of the legislature. The first debates would begin later this week. The speech today wasn’t just to the SSWI, however - representatives from the numerous other science research centres in the city would be present.

The President entered the conference room and took a brief glance at the crowd before he began. “Good morning,” he started, before taking a brief pause. “It’s great to be back here in Chernovets again with all of you, and I’d like to say thank you for all of the hard work that is put in at the SSWI and our other departments every single day.” There was little reaction from the crowd.

“It’s difficult to believe that it’s been nearly 10 years since my first visit here, when we announced the opening of this building and the program itself. In that time, the level of innovation that we’ve seen has been astounding.” Still nothing.

“The State Strategic Weapons Institute has come a long way in that time. The technological advancements that have been achieved in that time are immense. New infantry weapons, new aircraft designs, new armoured vehicles. And, of course, the development of our nuclear weapons program.”

“What has also been important, however, is the contributions that have been made all throughout the science city of Chernovets to the quality of life in this country. Developments have been made in many different fields including radio, television, automobiles, agricultural equipment, and too many to name, that have been able to help the average Siovanijan or Teus live the best lives possible.”

“One development we are particularly proud of over the last several years is the rapid development of computer technologies. We have developed new programming languages, we have seen the first commercially-available computers, and we have seen a technology that will have massive implications for the future become more and more real. This is truly an excellent achievement.” There was beginning to be some applause, now.

“So really, I’m here to thank those of you at the SSWI, and in all of the other laboratories and research facilities in this city. For the progress we have made over the last several years. And to look, now, ahead to the future of the scientific developments we can make in this city.” Here was where the attention of all in the crowd would be focused.

“We begin with our civilian scientific research agencies. I am proud to announce that the government has approved additional funding to the research underway in fields such as those discussed, particularly computer technologies. We very much believe that this will be the future of our country, both in an enhanced quality of life for our people, and for our defence strategies. We encourage you to continue the excellent research that is underway in this city in all fields, so that the prosperity of our nation continues to grow.”

Now was the important part. “And the SSWI. We have all been impressed by the rapid developments of military technology. Our country is safer than before, and that’s thanks to the hard work of the department. We need to continue to ensure that we are working together in the best interest of the people. I trust everyone in this room has read the Zak Report on the Grosser Woden nuclear test.”

There were nods, mainly from the higher-ups of the SSWI. “This is a level of destruction and potential harm to both our people and the entire world that we cannot tolerate. And that’s why I’ve made the decision to terminate further development of the project.” Glances between the higher-ups, but no real big reactions. “What we need to focus on is maintaining our defence capabilities, but also ensuring that we don’t go too far. We’re not an aggressive country. We stay off the world stage. This country was founded after the Great War - so much destruction, so much loss of life, and all for, in the end, nothing. And this country was founded to unite together to prevent such things in the future. Today, we’re dealing with weapons that can wipe out cities in seconds. This is a massive responsibility for everyone, at all levels of our government. And we need to ensure that we deal with this responsibly and properly.”

Many in the crowd were beginning to nod now. Referencing the Great War was always a great reminder of consequences of war - 3.4 million Siovanijans and Teus had died, and many felt that the war had been completely unnecessary, particularly as the two nations unified shortly after its conclusion due to the vast consequences of the 7-year total war. “That’s why this government is going to take steps to ensure such responsibility. We are going to change how we deal with these weapons, and what steps we take to make sure they are handled properly in our country. And we look forward to working with the SSWI to ensure these changes. When dealing with world-changing weapons such as these, we have the utmost responsibility, first as citizens of Siovanija & Teusland, and also of the world.”

There was more nodding and applause from the crowd. “In just 3 months time, I will enter the 15th year of my Presidency. I am 79 years old. In my years so far on this earth, and as President, I have worked to build a better country - one where our people can enjoy freedom, peace of mind, and unity together rather than the struggles of our past. And ensuring that the future is as safe as possible will be my most important legacy. Thank you.”

There was applause as Dimitrov finished his comments. Not as much, say, as when he’d spoke at his inauguration, or when he’d given other speeches about national unity. But he didn’t expect this to be the most well-received speech he’d ever given, considering he was basically telling the SSWI in their own home that their activities were about to have a line drawn. So some applause, more than he’d expected, in fact, was very welcome.

Dimitrov mingled in the crowd at the post-speech luncheon, discussing the latest developments with scientists in both the civilian and military industries. It was still hard for him to believe how far things had come in his lifetime. By the time he wrapped up and got back in the car to return to Borograd, he felt that the first step of this particular challenge had gone quite well. He’d have to follow closely the coming days of parliamentary debates.

Siovanija & Teusland 5-1 St Saratoga, @ Draistadion, St. Jakob

Starting XI: Hartstein; Richter, Thierse, Jager (Maksimov 75’), Vesele; Bahr, Kramer (Brotzmann 70’), V. Dimitrov (Witzel 70’); Kokalj, Romanov, Mandl
Goals: Lojze Kokalj 6’, Ivo Romanov 24’, Johannes Mandl 40’, 82’, Erich Thierse 65’
Man of the Match: Johannes Mandl
Report: Siovanija & Teusland took a 5-1 win over St Saratoga in the national team’s 5th match of World Cup Qualifiers last evening at the Draistadion. The Goldhorns started the game on attack, and they would be rewarded quite quickly, with Lojze Kokalj getting his first international goal with a low drive that beat the Saratogan keeper to the bottom left corner. Just a few minutes later, an excellent shot by Ivo Romanov beat the keeper to that same corner to make it 2-0. St Saratoga would get one back a few minutes after the Romanov goal, but when Johannes Mandl was fouled in the box, he stepped up to take the ensuing penalty and made it 3-1. In the second half, it was another first as Erich Thierse got his first goal for his country off a corner kick, while Johannes Mandl would top off an excellent day in front of goal with a final tally in the 82nd minute to make it 5-1. Mandl has had an excellent record in a Goldhorns shirt, with 8 goals now in his 6 appearances, including that debut hat-trick in World Cup 84 Qualifiers. Next up for Siovanija & Teusland is a trip to visit ZSeparatists, a relentlessly attacking team who sit 9th in the group, but did give Ethane a tough challenge in a 3-2 loss. The Goldhorns will need to be at their best, as always, to win this one.

by **West Pocono** » Fri May 29, 2020 10:37 am

THUNDER ALL WASHED UP

Just when you thought you had seen it all in World Cup qualifying, out stepped a field of.... appliances? There was a stove, a dryer, and pretty much many items that would be very useful to have around the house. This was the roster of the Sylestone team, and this one certainly is up there with one of the most unique things we have seen. Then, of course, they started talking to one another. This made me think, could I go to Sylestone and buy a sentient washer and dryer and then have them do all my laundry for me? Could I do the same with the dishwasher? I see they had an ironing board, but not an actual iron, so not sure if I could purchase a sentient iron there or not. However, since these are sentient beings, you probably could not purchase them after all, and would have to pay them to do these chores.

Sylestone is yet another defensive minded team that exists here in Group 4. That makes us, Taeshan, and South Covello playing with max defense, and now Sylestone who does not quite max it out on the defensive side, but comes pretty close to it. In this game, the Thunder probably made the mistake of waiting for the Appliances to start the attack, but probably found it weird to be playing these items in the first place. In the 20th minute, the Poconi were very upset when the bar stool opened the door of the fridge, kicked the ball inside of it, and shut the door of the fridge. The referee seemed confused as to whether or not this should be legal as the fridge ran down the field, but no whistle was blown. However, this strategy backfired when the fridge had to release the ball from its inside in order to put a shot on goal. The Thunder players were able to surround it, and get to the ball first, and clear the play. This strategy that seems like it could be effective for Sylestone seems like it still has kinks to figure out.

Children in attendance seemed to enjoy the show, and soon it didn’t matter that there were no goals scored in the match. This was all about fun, and the fans in the stands certainly enjoyed it. As for the Thunder, a little less so, but when you have to put a shot past a Brick Wall, that can be pretty difficult. Evidently, according to the standings that has been done a total of six times by other teams, but our defensive team couldn’t figure out how to do it.

Up next is Taeshan. Unfortunately, we’re not the team that always beat Taeshan back in the day. So, we probably won’t.

by **Hapilopper** » Fri May 29, 2020 10:52 am

Capital Stadium, Hapilopper City
World Cup 85 Qualifying Match 6: Hapilopper v. Bunkaiia

(Stevenson 24’, 36’, East 71’) HAPILOPPER 3-0 BUNKAIIA
Yellow Cards: Peterson (HAP) 29’, Unknown (BUN) 53’

The Hapilopper National Football Team had huge smiles on their faces as they emerged from under the tunnel at Capital Stadium to the cheers of some 66,000 fans. They knew that this was a match where they needed to make a statement that would get the other teams talking. Group Six, as it stood at that point, was being dominated by the overpowering team from Banija, while Lisander, Hampton, the Haps and Mercedini were battling for that second transfer spot.

Fans looking over at the out-of-town scoreboard near the top of Capital Stadium were treated to a grim reminder of how strong that team from Banija really could be. The scoreboard read “BANIJA 5-2 HAMPTON ISLAND.” The fans, upon seeing that score, looked at each other and just shook their heads as the Haps got ready for their match with the team from Bunkaiia, a team that, unfortunately, the Haps had no information on. A look inside the program for the match, where there would typically be information on the other team’s players and coaching staff, there was nothing.

Thankfully for the Haps, though, the players recognized their style of play and worked around it. After a little jostling for position, Ernie Stevenson broke through the pack and shot one past the Bunkaiian goalkeeper, making it 1-0 in the 24th minute. Ernie turned to the fans sitting behind goal and mouthed the words “One more!” almost as to guarantee another goal to the adoring fans, shades of those magical days of the 70th Baptism of Fire, a few short years ago, when Ernie was guaranteeing goals right and left… and delivering on those promises.

That promise was delivered in the 36th minute when Ernie took a pass from Beautiful Bobby East and fired it almost instantly into the back of the Bunkaiian net. As the fans went delirious with joy, Ernie mouthed the words “I told you so!” as he ran to position after scoring his second goal of the match. There had been some question if whether or not Ernie had been offside, but after a quick VAR check, it had been determined that Ernie had been onside – by just a hair as he got the pass from his teammate.

A third goal came in the 71st minute to seal the deal for the Haps. This one came from Beautiful Bobby, and this one came as something of a shock. Bobby had brought the ball, yet again, into the Bunkaiian side of the pitch, and noticed that Ernie and Claire Randall were both tied up with defenders. Bobby looked one way, look the other way, and saw Bunkaiian players rushing over to make his life difficult. So Bobby gave a look that appeared to say “fuck it,” and fired the ball at goal. Nobody expected the shot, and the ball went straight past Bunkaiia’s goalkeeper. The score was 3-0, and that’s how the match ended.

With the 5-2 drubbing of Hampton Island, Hapilopper now sat second in the group, even though third-place Lisander was idle on this match day. It was a sign that although the Haps had gotten off to a slow start, they had put that behind them and were doing what everyone had expected them to do – win, win some more, and when that was done, keep on winning.

Not traveling with them to Hampton Island, notably, was a defenseman who was still trying to recover from the scare of his life.

A psychiatrist’s office, Hapilopper City
The day after the Hapilopper-Bunkaiia match
Nate Ellis was relaxed on a couch in a stuffy office in Hapilopper City, the kind of office filled with old books, scholarly journals, peer-reviewed writings and the like. It was deathly quiet in the office, with the only noise being the ticking of a clock. It was that kind of silence that made Nate nervous. Finally, the psychiatrist turned around in his chair, looked over at Nate and began questioning him with a low, almost a dulcet tone of voice.

“So, tell me, Mr. Ellis, when you find yourself in that sort of situation, what does it make you feel?” the doctor asked.

“Well, Doc, you mean when somebody trips me or does something stupid?” Nate responded, with none of the confidence or swagger that had been in his voice. He almost sounded sheepish, as a matter of fact.

“Correct,” the doctor replied, adjusting the nameplate on his desk. The nameplate read “Dr. Belmore.”

“Well, I see red, sir,” Nate said. “I just go into this fit of rage that can’t be, you know, fixed, until I take care of him.”

“Define ‘take care’ for me, Mr. Ellis,” Dr. Belmore asked, a bit of interest present in his face.

“Well, a few weeks ago, one of my teammates got tripped up,” Nate responded. “To me, that was an act of war, it was a cheap shot, you know? So, so… I sought the guy out and I… when I say ‘took care of,’ I mean I evened things out. I tripped him up, and yet I got the yellow.”

“I see,” Dr. Belmore replied, nodding his head. “I was talking to your coach, and he noted, with concern, something that happened last year involving a gentleman named Fotellis. He remarked that you flew into a rage when you would not be able to face this gentleman in the World Cup, and he said, with concern, of course, that he feared your acts of aggression were because of your encounter with this Fotellis gentleman.”

Nate sat up a bit, shook his head and plopped himself back on the couch.

“That bastard,” Nate started. “Last year, we were playing Vdara, and I, kind of sort of stopped a run that this Fotellis bastard was doing. He got pissed and kicked me in the face the next time we played. I’ve been pissed off about that ever since. I’ve wanted to slam him into the turf ever since and it burns me up the fact I haven’t been able to.”

“Would that explain your anger issues?” Dr. Belmore asked, wanting to pry more into Nate’s issues.

Nate sat back up and thought about it for a long time. He looked around at some of the pictures on the wood panel walls in the office, then looked out the window of the office, located on the 63rd floor of the Johnson Tower in Hapilopper City, an office that provided a beautiful view of the city, including a view of Capital Stadium.

“Mr. Ellis?”

“You know, I don’t know if it does or not, Doc,” Nate said. “I’ve had a few… issues, if you will, that’s just stayed with me. Shit. You know, it goes back a long way.”

Nate shook his head, realizing that he was probably going to need more sessions with Dr. Belmore. A lot more sessions.

by **Port Ember** » Fri May 29, 2020 11:23 am

Sweat, Blood & Glory - Part 3

These following events took place Directly after Match day 2

The going was tough for the Port Emberian players once they arrived home on the tropical soil of their homeland. To say that Coach Stuart Baxter was pissed at the loss against Mattijana was an understatement - even the devil and his mightiest demons would best avoid the aging, graying, fuming man if they knew what's good for them. He had good reason to be in this foul mood offcourse, losing against Mattijana was bullshit and everyone knew it. Taking nothing from their opponents who deserved the win on the day, everyone felt like the Dragons held the advantage in individual talent and skill, chemistry and gameplan. Yet they squandered the opportunity badly. And they all knew the reason for this embarrassing loss, even though not a single soul would admit it to the outside world - majority of the team partied their asses off the night before, and when the sun rose for game day, majority of the players were still drunk as sailors, high as kites and exhausted from their sexual activities which continued until dawn and beyond. All this - alcohol, recreational drugs and prostitution was perfectly legal with the Republic of Port Ember, so it came as no surprise that the PESAS Argie SilverPine - the gigantic city/mobile football training camp ship which served as the team's mobile base of operations for away games- was fully equipped with said commodities in abundance. The person who started and led the charge of this specific party which got out of hand, was one other than fan favorite and media darling, Captain Ray Reddington. Once the game in question had ended and the team was back on the vessel, slowly steaming for home, the Coach called a meeting with the team where his anger exploded, "You little shits! I have always given you the benefit of the doubt. I have always defended you against the vultures in the media. I have always defended you against the suits of PEFA when they wanted your heads. I have turned you from forgotten pimple faced bastards and orphans all into rich national hero's! And THIS is how you repay me!? And I put this blame firmly on your balls Ray. You are the captain - you are supposed to set the example and keep the lads in line. Instead, you went and led the party. These idiots followed you down the rabbit hole!" Ray knew all too well that the Coach spoke facts, but it did not bother him. "Coach what can I say? I needed my belly filled and my loins tenderized... Yeah okay I was high and drunk on game day and that's probably a small mistake on my part.. But what's the problem anyway? Despite being drunk, I still played better than the rest of these drunk chumps." There was a mixture of chuckles eminating from the room, and murmurs at being called drunk chumps, whilst Coach Baxter exploded in rage. "THATS THE POINT YOU DUMB SHIT!! You might be blessed with oceans worth of talent, but the rest needs to work their asses off. They can't afford to be broken by alcohol, drugs and sex on game day. And once again - your the Captain. It's your job to be an example. A good example!" Ray was getting angry but attempted to reel it in - he knew first hand that the Coach's anger was legendary. "Get a new captain then. I'm allready the best player on the team, I dont need the hassle of carrying the rest on my shoulders." The players murmured again, 'carrying them on his shoulders' was an exaggeration and a proper insult. Stuart were moments away from murdering the arrogant little prick seated in front of him, thus he stormed out of the room, slamming the door which resulted in shaking the foundations of the deck. The players chuckled softly in return.

Once back home this incident was never mentioned again and the Coach had a vastly different attitude towards his lads. He used to be warm and friendly, always making jokes with the team and enquiring about their personal lives. Now he would not be around the locker room in the mornings upon their arrival, instead waiting for them on the pitch. Once the players were assembled on the pitch, he would jump straight to barking out orders, foregoing even a simple greeting. He would also push them to working harder than ever before, with even the peak fitness of Ray not being able to escape a day without muscle ache and fatigue.

Fraser Murray

Fraser held strong mixed feelings about the loss against Mattijana and the subsequent falling out between the Coach and Ray. He was unhappy that the team lost offcourse, but he also saw this moment as an opportunity in waiting. The Coach was angry at bitter at the team due to their casual nature and party habits, of which Frazer was not apart. The only drug he was addicted to was the rush of working harder than the day before. He had hoped that the combined element of the Coach's anger, Ray's terrible attitude and the other poor performance in the midfield from the remaining midfielders would finally see him elevated to a startin position, so he did what he had always done - worked his ass off. The training sessions became all the more difficult due to the Coach's cold stature, but he put in the effort requested. Unfortunately for Fraser, when the starting squad were sober and actually working hard - like the last few days - he did not stand a chance against them. They outperformed him in every way possible. This killed him softly inside, but he kept pushing harder day after day. His evenings were filled with daydreams and actual dreams of one Sally Jones - the massage therapist of the team. He still could not muster the courage to approach her and actually speak to her, but this little inconvenient detail did not make him to stop loving her with his entire heart - in fact, his love for her only grew day by day.

The Following Events took place after Match Day 3

The tough love, cold shoulder and beastly levels of hard work seemed to have paid off during the preparation for Match Day 3 against Indusse at home as the young team managed to absolutely crush their opponents with a final score of 6-1. It seems that the media, the fans and even the Coach had forgotten the embarrassing loss against Mattijana the match before with this spectacular victory. It was a tough road to prepare for the match in question however, one so brutal that none of the players would soon forget. The day right before the scheduled match in particular was the hardest pre match day in their young history. The sounds of a whistle blaring and the demanding shouts from Stuart Baxter was the only sounds one could hear coming from the impressive and brand new Lilly Black Memorial Stadium as the team was running through their practice drills in preparation for the match ahead. The combined sweat from the 25 players on the field was enough to fill a swimming pool from the amount of work the lads were putting in, all on demand from their coach. He was extra relentless today. He always was, but today he was even worse. The lads were supposed to rest today, and spend some time with their families before their match later that evening, but at the crack of the early morning, all of them received a simple bland phone call 'Get to the field. Now.' And here they were - not resting. Not spending time with their families. Instead they were running ball drills & field drills for three hours straight, followed with the current 2 hours of fitness drills. It was complete madness offcourse. Problem is, Captain Reddington -whom was allready on thin ice with the coach decided to tell that to the coach in front of the entire team - again challenging his authority. The coach responded by forcing the squad to restart the entire training regime from scratch.

The victory over Indusse was so tremendous however that the entire team immediately reset their attitude to that of pre game sentiment- especially from Ray Reddington. Once he left the stadium that night after the game he started partying, and continued to do so for four straight days, missing three practice sessions in the process.

by **Audioslavia** » Fri May 29, 2020 11:32 am

It started with a break-and-enter after an otherwise uneventful evening at The Printworks. Emmanuel Portico had arrived at the bar at 9am expecting the draymen to be waiting outside. Instead, the dray was late, and the front door was unlocked. Emmanuel stopped and stared at it for a moment before giving it a shove. It pivoted uneasily on its hinges as he opened it. Upon inspection, both hinges were loose, and there were scuff marks on the door around where the lock was. The lock was damaged. Shit.

Emmanuel took a deep breath and decided to ignore the feeling of his gut twisting itself in knots. Thieves? A rival bar owner? A gang? The police? He entered through the door and inspected the scene. A not inconsiderable number of bottles were missing from the bar. Various beer-mats, straws and other items from the back-bar were strewn over the floor. The tills had been opened, but no money was ever kept in them overnight, so that wasn’t a bother. Emmanuel reckoned thieves. They must have gotten in and taken out as much liquor as they could carry, which can’t have been very much. Two bottles of cheap gin lay on the floor, one smashed, the other looking like it had survived the fall but taken a kick. Perhaps it had fallen on the burglar’s toe? Emmanuel hoped so.

The door to the poker room, on the left of the bar, hadn’t been touched. Neither had that of the printing room at the back. The right-most door lead to the office, the safe, the staffroom and the like. That had been tampered with. Scuffmarks in the shape of a boot, but wiped down so as not to give away exactly which boots. Emmanuel tried the door and felt nothing. Sturdy. He unlocked the door to the office. The alarm chirped, indicating that if he didn’t enter the correct code within a minute it would start wailing. He did so. Scanning the room, he found everything inside to be untouched. They can’t have gotten in. Everything was how he’d left it.

The draymen arrived with the day’s delivery. Typically Emmanuel helped them, but they were understanding of his plight and that, this time, they could damn well unload the booze themselves. They even put the kegs in the cellar for him.

Emmanuel unlocked and opened the doors to the poker room and the printing room, and found nothing. No signs that anyone had even tried to get in, but for a couple of marks on the door of the poker room that had probably been made long before. Whoever it was, they knew which room had the money, so they’d done their research, but hadn’t bothered to find out how to get into the room. Nevertheless, something about the office gave him a chill, especially when he looked under the computer to look at the CCTV recorder and found that it had been turned off. The tape in the machine finished at 11pm the previous night. Arse. He always checked that it was switched on before he left. This was the one time he forgot? No. Emmanuel did not believe in coincidences, but still… no signs of entry into the office, the alarm was still working. Nothing taken. Nothing moved. Occam’s razor suggested he’d simply forgotten this one time. It wasn’t even worth thinking about. In any case, the safe was still full.

He went back to the printing room and boxed and pocketed the four packs of cards that had been printed most recently. He went to the poker room, covered it with a big cloth, locked the door and phoned the police.

Within an hour, they’d come, gone, and done nothing. Not worth dusting for prints, what with the bar being so popular. No CCTV, no money stolen, no nothing. “Probably just a gang of youths” they said. Emmanuel had done his best to forget both coppers’ faces as soon as he left, figuring he didn’t need that kind of idiocy in his life.

An hour before the bar was due to open for lunch, Emmanuel called a guy to fix him a new door. As the guy was on his way, Emmanuel inspected the door himself one more time. Hinges loose, door scuffed but… the lock seemed to have broken away too cleanly. It was as if someone had broken it off from the inside of the building.

The window on the left-most side of the building lead to the gents bathroom. It was small, but big enough for someone athletic to climb through if they didn’t mind falling two metres, face-first into a urinal after they made it through. Emmanuel noted that the entire window - not just the glass, but the frame as well - was on the floor of the bathroom. The glass was smashed, but neater than you’d expect. Like someone had removed the entire frame, somehow, placed it neatly on the floor, and then stamped on it. Perhaps this was how they had entered? Or even more likely just the one person, who would then proceed to break open the door on the other side. Either way, he called a glazier to come fit him a new window.

As the staff began to roll in, he asked one to do a stock-check. He’d lost $900 worth of booze. Not a disaster, though that was $900 that he’d initially paid for. He’d have made ten times that in sales. A shame, sure, but he found himself not particularly caring. Compared to his fears he’d had as he entered the bar that morning, things hadn’t worked out so badly at all.

Five days later, the third heat of the poker tournament. A real motley crew of foreign arseholes, mugs and ne’erdowells, but with an odd couple in the middle that defied expectation.

She was a local. A native Calorborne, not like any of the rich white Audioslavians that made up most of the island these days. She was 80 if she was a day. Her skin was dark and leathery, cascading down her cheekbones like seaweed hanging from a stone. Her hair was in short greyish-white dreadlocks that looked like they were taken care of, despite the rest of her. She couldn’t have been more than 4 foot 10, maybe no more than a hundred pounds either. She had the kind of look of someone who might have been an athlete in her younger days, and then possibly a methamphetamine addict in her middle-ages. She was bony and sinewy and wiry, yet so old that she was mostly locked into place. She didn’t walk, she just seemed to weave forward using her stomach muscles and her legs tottered forward underneath. She didn’t talk, her jaw seemed to stay still and the top half of her head rattled up and down, as if she’d learned her own language with the bottom half of her head and English with the top. She permanently wore a pair of overly large sunglasses with red rims. She had a cane, which her right hand had become pretty much moulded around, and tapped it on the floor every time she was happy, angry, impatient or wanted a drink, which was most of the time. Two taps in succession, always the same duration between the two, yet with different levels of severity. Emanuel learned quickly, throughout the night, that he taps usually just meant ‘get on with it’. The stick was necessary, as she didn’t do any real communication with her voice despite rabbiting in a dull mutter pretty much constantly. Her head rattled around as she did so, jangling her earrings, making her sound like distant room full of children playing with tambourines.

She hadn’t come alone.

Her escort was an attractive gentleman in a casual black suit that looked like it had been tailored for him. His hair was greying, but if it wasn’t you might say he was about 30. He seemed shy, yet that shyness seemed like an affectation to Emmanuel. The guy was very personable, very easy to like. He was seemingly a little naive to the guidelines of how to behave while playing poker, but again, Emmanuel wondered if he was putting that on to put his opponents at ease. It worked. None of the arseholes took him seriously all night until it was too late.

He’d introduced himself as a friend of the old lady, who he described as his former neighbour. She’d trounced him at all manner of card games in the six months they’d lived in the same building, and he’d stayed in touch. Upon hearing of the tournament from the owners of a bar across the city (Emmanuel knew them. They were as mafia as it got, but not malevolent with it, yet), he’d recommended it to the old lady, and he’d interpreted her jabbering response to be a ‘yeah let’s do it’.

During the game, Emmanuel found out a lot about the old lady from the lady’s former neighbour, but not so much about the former neighbour. He was constantly talking about the old lady, speculating on her shaman powers, her ability to figure out what cards you were holding just by listening to you, her back-story, her family back in Audioslavia, including a famous grand-neice. He barely ever talked about himself and, when asked, he answered vaguely. He had an accent that placed him in eastern Audioslavia, but when asked about his life in Audioslavia before coming to Calorborne he’d simply replied that he’d been an art critic, but not a very good one.

That comment had drawn a double-tap from the old lady. Those double-taps punctuated the entire game. Always the same rhythm, but slight nuances in pitch and timbre.

The game passed without incident, but for the occasional moaning of the losing parties. Come the final four, the polite chap and the crazy old lady were still in it, placed third and fourth respectively, but it wasn’t long before the old lady all but gave up, going ‘all-in’ on what turned out to be a King High, after the river. The polite gent won with just a pair of fours, as the only player who’d gone in against her, calling her bluff. She smiled as she lost, raised her hand towards the polite gentleman and had him shake it. The polite gentleman was through to the final in second place in the heat, along with a bald idiot who called himself ‘The Guv’nor’ and a guy in a baseball cap and a tweed suit that had been loudly chewing bubblegum throughout.

Before everyone left, Emmanuel made sure to get the names of the eccentric pair.

Dolores Styrn. Yusuf Nair.

by **Zwangzug** » Fri May 29, 2020 11:53 am

Five-a-side updates: Team Hyphens (Tell-Diri, Welkin-Farr, Jin-Kuang, Drys-Weller, Dulk-Fough) 8, Team No Hyphens (Marley, McFoun, Singh, Hubbard, Torre) 6. Tim sees no incongruity in calling it "five-a-side" given that there are literally five of them but also referring to typical formations as (for instance) a "3-4-3" (goalies being excluded again.) Well, he'll learn. Hopefully. If we ever get out of here.

The Merano Regency it was not, but Hallam enjoyed his note-taking. It was a reminder that they were still people, with the same foibles and flaws as everyone else, even in the middle of nowhere. The petty concerns that made them bicker before didn't disappear in the middle of the common threat; they just lay dormant, occasionally outbreaking and then just as quickly receding.

Jill got the TV working so now we can watch footage of last season's highlights. Such as they are. Actually the first few weeks weren't that bad--we beat Ephesian, the Oxen, Namiri Independent in the first five rounds. After that...not so much. At least the starters have something to watch, the backups really don't get a lot of highlights except for Sadler's clips of what they could do better. Mimmo and Connie looked pretty glazed-over after unsuccessfully scanning through, I hope they're just tired and not feverish.

Niels and Amelie had some kind of a prayer meeting or hymn sing or something together, and then Rowan walked in and Niels got angry. I don't really think he's the kind of guy to get upset when his religious observances get thrown off, I mean, there are plenty of Sundays where we're still travelling back from a game and he can't necessarily go to church somewhere. Who knows.

Tessie found out how to get into the fancier souvenir stalls, took her long enough. Unfortunately you can't eat programs, but there are a couple old scarves from when the national team plays here and they need something "international football"-y to sell to confused foreign tourists. So now apparently Bridget and Vaughn are using them to bundle up. Bridget says it kind of stifles her breath, but with no disrespect intended, I don't think that's really the scarf's problem.

(Noile-Murne 31, Blum 59)

by **Omerica** » Fri May 29, 2020 12:04 pm

The Gryphon Pride Survival Guide to an Away Day in Omerica

An away day in a foreign nation can be a daunting prospect, especially if you’ve never been to the country your team is playing in before. Luckily, being drawn to play in Omerica can provide you with some great memories and possibly even three points to boot!

Omericans have a reputation for being brash and short-tempered, but are on the whole friendly and compassionate—so long as you don’t go out of your way to test people’s patience. Omericans might come off as rude at first glance, with a little understanding, you’ll find a sincere and welcoming nation. With a little understanding and a little time, you can find some lifelong friends in the United Republics.

So without further ado: here are the Gryphon Pride’s seven tips for a great away day in Omerica.

Ⅰ. Know what country you’re in
This seems obvious, but you might be surprised how many people get it wrong. While Omericans often have fierce loyalties to our home republics—the idea of someone being Strathavonian (for example) first and Omerica second is actually how Omerican nationality law works—there is still a strong loyalty to the United Republics at large among us. The greatest faux pas when speaking Anglian is to pronounce “Omerica” with the wrong stress—/ɔˈmɛrɪkə/ is not a place that exists, but /ˌoʊməˈri(ː)kə/ is—; an even greater faux pas is to call Omerica “Omerica” when speaking Galliennais instead of the proper «Omérique».

Additionally, if you are abbreviating Omerica’s name down to three letters, note that it is always “OME”—no exceptions. Omerica’s top-level domain is “.or” to avoid a conflict with a previously-assigned code, so Omericans are generally forgiving if you mistakenly use “OMR”, so long as you correct that mistake. On the other hand, abbreviating “Omerica” to something inexplicable—let’s say “OMC”, for example—is how you get Omericans to start calling your country “HUClavia”.

Ⅱ. Get familiar with the money
Omerica is still in large part a cash society, so you’ll be dealing with notes and coins a lot while you’re here. Luckily, the florin is designed to be user-friendly, especially if you have limited sight. The florin is significantly less valuable than most currencies you’re probably used to dealing with (one Universal Standard Dollar buys about five florins on the average day). It’s not uncommon for prices to be in whole numbers of florins and cash transactions are always rounded to the nearest tenth of a florin.

This doesn’t mean that things like charge cards don’t exist in Omerica, but Omericans only use cards for purchases of more than a few thousand florins. It’s not uncommon for people to whip out a ƒ500 note to pay for groceries. Using a charge card to pay a couple dozen florins will get you strange looks, if you’re even able to use your card at all: it’s not uncommon for small retail businesses to forgo the expense of accepting cards and carry out all transactions in cash instead.

Ⅲ. We don’t want your filthy ~~bribes~~ tips
Seriously, do not tip in Omerica. The practice is considered tantamount to bribery, one of the most insulting slights there is to your average Omerican. Omericans enjoy a strong safety net, thanks to the enduring strength of labour unions and a political consensus that rejects laissez-faire economics, and thus have no need for tip income. As we say in Anglo-Omerica, “the only difference between a tip and a tit is one letter.”

If you tip a restaurant server or taxi driver, they will almost always donate the “tainted” money to charity, if they don’t chase you down to give you your money back. If you try to tip a public official or employee, you will be arrested and charged with bribery, which is considered a delict under Omerican law—the second-most serious type of offence there is in the United Republics—, and if you’re caught doing it multiple times, you may even be banned from coming back.

Ⅳ. Treat every conversation like it’s at the dinner table
Don’t talk religion, don’t talk politics and don’t talk sport: they’re all bad ideas in their own way. Omerica is still reeling from a history of religious pillarisation that has yet to fully dismantled. Omerica was also long under the thumb of foreign domination and this fact has consequently resulted in resentment of even the perception of foreign meddling in domestic politics. And then there’s sport, the most controversial topic of them all. (Though, a caveat, Omericans tend to be hospitable to people visiting the country, even for an away game.)

Omerica does have a reputation for being a nation of bellyachers and it is not entirely unfair: as the saying goes, “there’s always a vote in Omerica.” But it’s still an incredibly brave idea to get involved, especially if you aren’t well-versed in the intricacies of Omerican culture and politics. It’s very easy to get egg on your face and steering clear of controversial topics is the best way to remain in people’s good graces—not that this is anything unique to the United Republics!

Ⅴ. Omerica says “trans rights”
Omerica is a bastion of LGBT rights. While there are admittedly holdouts, most Omericans are accepting of marriage equality and of the transgender community and all republics cover medical transition costs in their public health services—such coverage is actually mandated under federal law for republics to receive Medibank subsidies. Omerican law is staunchly on the side of LGBT people against discrimination and violence: businesses open to the public must serve all people, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity.

This acceptance of LGBT rights is nothing unusual for Omericans, who have a reputation for an egalitarian and socially-libertarian outlook on the world. Racism and sexism are already seen as top-tier signs of twatdom in the United Republics, so Omericans reluctance to get on board with homophobia and transphobia is really just an extension of that belief, especially with Omerica becoming increasingly secular. If you’re an LGBT football supporter, Omerica is one of the best away days you can get; if you’re a prick, it’s one of the worst.

Ⅵ. When in Romanique, do as the Romanicaines do
When in the Gallophone parts of the country—ie, the majority of it—make an effort to speak the local language. Most Galliennais speakers have at least some Anglian competence and the fluently bilingual will readily switch languages if they see you struggling. But, if you’re learning Galliennais, southern Omerica is a great place to practice. If you’re from a country like Donnacona or Reçueçn, you’ll likely find yourself right at home!

If you’re headed to Aurentina, Coleraine, Eastavon, the Emerald Isles, the Free State, Great Arden, Heathmoor, Port-des-Saints, Mespalia, New Guernsey, Northavon, the Seafoam Islands or West Calaverde, you’ll be just fine with Anglian. If your away day is in Alleos, Altomare, Braganza, Bridgecastle, Charlottesville, East Calaverde, March Rouge, New Vaucluse, North Provence, Romainbourg, South Provence, Southavon or Terreneuf, brush up on some basic Galliennais before you leave for the airport.

Ⅶ. Above all, have fun!
Seriously, there is a lot to see and do in Omerica and it’s a shame if you don’t make an effort to enjoy any of it. Omerican supporters are loud, boisterous and occasionally prone to misconduct when inebriated, but will always make the effort to spend some time outside the world of football wherever they go. Whether it’s enjoying some cordero fuego in Krytenia, visiting a Cocoabo reserve in Vilita/Turori or spending a day on the beach in Riena, Omerican supporters will always want to see the town.

Omerica is a cultural and culinary mecca and we’d be sad to see you go without seeing a little bit of town first. Charlottesville has its confectioners and a bustling promenade. Brétolles is famed for its curries, sometimes served over top of classic Omerican frites if you’re feeling a bit brave, and its sprawling, painstakingly-maintained public parks. Christiana is home to the Metropolitan Republican Orchestra and is the home of Anglo-Omerican theatre. Lisbon sits at the foot of the Lalland Ridge, a picturesque rolling hillside landscape, and is less than fifteen minutes from the beaches of the eastern Celadon Bay.

Take some time to make a stop at a museum or a restaurant or some local landmarks. You’ll likely be glad you did!

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by **95X** » Fri May 29, 2020 12:09 pm

From the 95X Wire Service:
95X 2–1 Geektopia
(95X: Notgnirrah :15, Hardin :42; Geektopia: Sudlow :87)
Reporting from GEEKTOPIA—95X Head Coach Katelynn State couldn't make use of the information provided by Geektopian officials, yet her side found the host venue and defeated their opponents. More importantly, she isn't resting on her teams performance thus far.

"We've got key matches including those against Cosumar, Osarius, Starblaydia, and Zeta Reka and Hugeltaldom, coming up," State commented after the team's sixth win. "We're only a quarter of the way through qualifying. I call it a 'qualifying season' because it is."

State started former utility backup Zedex Sinclair in for Alix Ajax, as a precaution after the previous match. Jalisa Ninetyfour started in the center-left-defender slot normally held by Sinclair on this roster. Despite playing without their team leader, 95X built a comfortable 2-0 lead going into halftime on goals from Natalie Notgnirrah and Sydney Hardin. The remainder of the match sustained the 95X lead, though Sudlow scored for the opponents in the end.

by **Torisakia** » Fri May 29, 2020 12:09 pm

THIS WEBSITE HAS BEEN SEIZED

The website "sportswithbort.tor" has been seized by the Torisakia Bureau of Investigation pursuant to a seizure warrant issued by the Torisakia District Court for the Central District of Tokai under the authority of 18 TOR. Code § 798(i)(3)(A) - Disclosure of classified information as part of a coordinated law enforcement action taken against illegal furnishing and transmitting of classified information.

This action has been taken in coordination with the Torisakia Attorney's Office of the District of Tokai, the Department of Justice Espionage and Censorship Section, and

by **Trolleborg** » Fri May 29, 2020 12:36 pm

Previous parts of the story: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6

Walking well slept and with a full belly in a such wonderful sunny weather in very inspirationally builded area, and whole life feels like a if soft, barely audible pleasant music is heard in the ears. Naomi and Wesley pretty quickly smoothed out really stunning news of tails and blood flows. And then they enter into the old city, and for a long time later they were surprised at how cleverly and inconspicuously one part of Trolleborg City was replaced by another: in-between the old houses, the skyscrapers that the tourists had just passed by were not even visible.

Near the CBD, the houses were lower and simpler, with almost rural feel,

and the closer to the main square the buildings became progressive higher and more pompous, and around it there is area full of buildings, which was, judging by the signs, builded more than five hundred years ago. Guests from Zwangzug decided not to bother Keith to give comments and explanations yet, deciding that perhaps there would be already enough news, or perhaps something else shocking would come into their lives, they just turned option of payment with local money so as not to not finding the bank and make exchange operations.

They looked at shop windows full of goods of every sort, then bought ice cream and settled down not far from the main square on a bench opposite some impressive building, just to look at passers-by.

Quiet, peaceful life – prams moving, girls and boys laugh, old men are sitting at cafe tables. And, look – two of them went in the green national team scarves, maybe ones we met in Zwangzug on BoF-71. And again tourists was wondered how can be place with so many people be so silent.. Although there are a lot of people around, you can hear even how the birds are tweeting. How do locals achieve this? Its worth question to ask our guardian. But before tourists do this, Keith make itself heard:
“Dear guests, if you still want to look at the performance, it is better to hurry”
“Thanks, Keith, but we changed our minds.”
“Well then, it doesn’t matter. Is anything else required of me right now? Nothing? This is good, because in the next 20 minutes I will have a lunch break.
“Lunch break?... What is it like ?...”
“Well, this is the time allotted to employees so that they can eat in the middle of the day. Don't you have such a practice in your own country?
“Actually, yes... but ... but ...”
“Ah, you wonder why I need lunch if I'm a robot! Well, dear guests, I’m not just a piece of semi-conductors and plastic, having assigned one-two-three easy tasks. I’m a full-fledged artificial intelligence. And I do the necessary and difficult work, so I have a salary, social guarantees, lunch break and vacation. Soon the World Cup qualifying tournament will end, and with it the tourist season begin, and then I can go on my own holiday.
Apparently, having interpreted the silence somehow in her own way, Keith added:
“That's just at dinner I was going to figure out where I would go and what options I have. I need a real good holiday, since we in Trolleborg right now discussed idea of making conference of artificial intelligence systems, and if such project will be implemented, it will take a lot of efforts”

by **Gyatso-kai** » Fri May 29, 2020 12:37 pm

.:: Room 2104, The Republican Hotel, Zhaoyang District, Republic City, Gyatso-kai ::.
0815 hours local time, 29 May 2020.2

One victory... My victory...

As the morning light began to break its way through the curtains on the twenty-first floor of The Republican Hotel, Armok Hikari sat on the edge of his bed. His roommate, Zhao Baoli, had already made his way down to the banquet hall for breakfast with the other players; Armok preferred it when the room was empty. It allowed him time to think, it allowed him time to dream, and it allowed him time to balance himself.

For that is what the gods would so wish for

Just two matchdays ago, Armok had been high above the pitch in Meshgeroya’yaim, watching as the Bisons dropped five goals to the three-hundred-and-forty-second ranked Balaslandia deep in the heart of Mandalorian territory; the game had been a back-and-forth for both teams, with Aki Kio’los in net to start. After the third goal, and a display of anger, Head Coach Kad’e Tay’haai substituted the elder Mandalorian keeper and allowed the “Son of Omashu” – Zhao Baolin – to find his place in between the bars for only the second time this cup. However, Armok could see from above that Zhao was not himself; a fact he confirmed later that night on the flight to Wreckeria in words that Armok could still hear so well.

The Storks are lost... We need new blood...

‘The Storks’ as it were, was the nickname for the two goalkeepers of the Republic, so aptly named for the behavior of the Avatarian White Stork, known for guarding their next with ferocity seldom seen in water fowl. However, this tournament was showing that ‘The Storks’ had loss their fight; as it stood, between Zhao and Kio’los, fourteen goals had been let into the net in just six games, including two games with over four goals. Armok, and many of the Travelling Corps, had begun to speak of changes coming for the team, and with last night’s performance in Wreckeria, it was a sign that the rumors were true.

Zhao had started in net, a secure lead was held for the first half after a Somchai goal, and Zhao had performed well against The Bulldogs; the deep orange and blacks seeming to cut through the white and red of The Bisons has they attempted to break through the Bisons’ defence. Between Itawaku and Hashimoto, with strong support from Uthran and Somchai, the Bisons had kept The Bulldogs to just fifteen shots on goal and not a goal. However, coming into the second half, on a blindingly fast breakaway from a tangled Itawaku, Claude Tindall made a strong shot which caught Zhao off-foot, and as the Omashuan reached out for the ball it would sail through without any opposition. The goal electrified the crowd and the team, and when Zhao tried to stand up from the dive, he collapsed to the ground and held his ankle.

And it was time.

With Kio’los out with a bit of crud from the trips between nations, Armok had dressed for the game and found himself on the bench. As Ol’Doc – Head Doctor Wen Wuchin – made the run to the net, Head Coach Tay’haai looked to Armok and gave him a thumb to prepare. As Armok began to stretch, feeling his limbs and joints loosen as he moved from position to position, he looked up and saw Takahashi Hikaru and Ma Haijing – the two defenders from Southern AFC’s biggest rival, Northern AFC – smiling. As the referee held up the placard, showing #22 in red, and #33 in green, an Armok made his way onto the pitch, the two defenders gave a resounding amalok call – the haunting moan of a southern elk – in support of their southern brother being called in.

Another goal from Hisakawa, and stopping another twenty shots on net, and the victory would be Gyatso-kai’s...

Their first... and hopefully not their last.

With the victory, and the celebrations both in the locker room and on the flight home, Armok was proud to have been able to keep the net empty. His first appearance for the National Team, and the first victory for the Bisons in seven games – not since the defeat of Delaclava in AOCAF LX - was cause for celebration. The team had so little to be happy for as of late, and going into the stretch of three Top- 50 teams in their schedule. Even if Busoga Islands was outside the Top-50, the team considered them a great threat seeing as how they had only lost one game and drew one scoring fifteen goals against their foes. A threat they did not wish to take lightly...

May the Gods grant us strength going into tonight...

by **Jeckland** » Fri May 29, 2020 12:39 pm

FOREST STOPS NEW LUSITANIA GETTING OUT OF THE WOODS

OOC: My team for this game was the same as my roster, bar the two changes in this article. My team for the next game will be the same as that for this game.

A late goal from substitute Kimball Forest ensured Jeckland got a deserved point from their away fixture against New Lusitania.

This is not the first time the Spuds have frustrated the Lusitanians, as historians have found that the Jeckish team of expats which entered WC80 actually upset them 1-0 in one of the fixtures. Today’s result surely will further the frustration felt towards Jeckland in the nation.

After the below par performance against TJUN-ia, the usually consistent Ross made two changes to his side. Blanchard replaced Gibbs in midfield, with Hodson reclaiming his place at right back at the expense of Grey.

The hosts were expected to be the aggressors in the match and so it proved early on, with nearly all of the play in the first ten minutes in the Jeckland half. Fernando stung the fingertips of Clemens with a shot from range before slotting through Silveria, who was denied by a last ditch Gilbert tackle. The Spuds looked to be finding their feet in the game, with Dane dragging wide from a good position. But they soon found themselves behind, a free kick taken quickly by Veiga allowing Jota to slam home the opening goal in front of the 35,000 capacity crowd at Estadio Dom Dinis.

When the first goal went in against TJUN-ia, the Spuds performance massively dropped off. This was something Ross was clearly trying to mitigate, becoming very animated on the touchline in the next few minutes. Whilst we don’t know exactly what he was shouting, it seemed to be having an effect, with the team pushing up the pitch as if they were the home side ranked 42nd in the world. The three New Lusitania defenders, not expecting to be put under this kind of pressure, started to look shaky and this told just after the half hour mark, with Leitiero failing to put in a challenge on Stack before the Jeckish striker shot past Patrice to level the scores.

The onslaught only continued from there. Pain hit a free kick that grazed the crossbar before going over. The crowd was restless, apart from the small section of Jeckish fans, who were creating an immense noise to spur their team on. They soon had cause for even more celebration, as Martel broke free on the right after a pass from Graves. His now trademark chop inside looked to be setting up a shot, but he had the presence of mind to spot Stack waiting on the penalty spot. A simple finish put the Spuds in an unlikely, but deserved, lead with five minutes to go until half time.

Whilst there were no more major chances before the interval, Santa Cruz will have been relieved to hear the half time whistle, with his side having been under siege. They came out for the second half and started to wrestle back control of the match. Jeckland were content to allow them more possession now that they had the lead, but this was arguably a mistake. Due to the Spuds having to wait a long time to get the ball, when they got it they tried too hard to make things happen with it, often looking for the killer pass to start a counter attack rather than keeping possession. The equaliser came twenty minutes into the half, with Silviera holding the ball up before finding the onrushing Gama, who placed the ball just past the despairing dive of Clemens.

The Jeckish keeper was called into action just two minutes later, this time making a stunning save with his left boot to deny Jota a brace. The equaliser did snap Jeckland into further attacking efforts, with Hodson feeding Sanderson for a shooting opportunity. However, the attacking midfielder hesitated and was tackled. With the game becoming a thrilling end to end battle it was always likely a fifth goal would come and with 76 minutes on the clock a moment of genius brought it. A long ball from defence was expertly chested down and volleyed in by Silvieira from just outside the box, with the truly special goal stunning the rowdy Jeckish contingent into temporary silence.

Jeckland suddenly found themselves fighting to salvage a point from a game where they arguably deserved all three. Step forward Kimball Forest, who had come on as a substitute for Dane when the scores were still level. A beautifully disguised back post run from a Sanderson free kick left the winger in space to fire in from close range and level the game with just four minutes to spare.

The Spuds will be looking to carry that momentum into their next game, at home against bottom nation Necosia. These are the sort of games they simply have to win if they want to be seen as a concerted threat to those competing at the top of the table

ELSEWHERE IN GROUP 1

The result of the round saw TJUN-ia lose 4-0 at home to Natanians and Nosts. The Jags will have gone into this game as favourites but were comprehensively defeated by a side who remain unbeaten having played five. Turori continued their 100% record with a win over Porticalia, while Sajnur held onto second place with a victory over Necosia. Audioslavia returned to winning ways against Muradil, and Astograth continued their impressive start by defeating Euran Oceanian Territories.

RESULTS

TJUN-ia 0–4 Natanians and Nosts
New Lusitania 3–3 Jeckland
Necosia 0–3 Sajnur
Turori 4–1 Porticalia
Astograth 4–2 Euran Oceania Territories
Muradil 1–4 Audioslavia

-  Group 1                                     Pld    W   D   L    GF   GA   GD   Pts 
 1 Turori                                        5    5   0   0    15    4  +11    15
 2 Sajnur                                        6    4   2   0    19   12   +7    14
 3 Audioslavia                                   6    4   0   2     9    4   +5    12
 4 Astograth                                     5    3   1   1    10    5   +5    10
 5 Natanians and Nosts                           5    2   3   0    12    7   +5     9
 6 New Lusitania                                 6    2   2   2    11   11    0     8
 7 Porticalia                                    6    1   3   2     5    8   −3     6
 8 Villablanca                                   5    1   2   2     5    6   −1     5
 9 Jeckland                                      5    1   2   2    10   13   −3     5
10 Muradil                                       5    1   2   2     5    9   −4     5
11 TJUN-ia                                       6    1   1   4     7   12   −5     4
12 Euran Oceania Territories                     6    1   1   4    12   19   −7     4
13 Necosia                                       6    0   1   5     5   15  −10     1

MATCHDAY 7 FIXTURES

Euran Oceania Territories (12th) vs. Muradil (10th) - Despite their poor start, I’m backing the hosts to register a win here.

Porticalia (7th) vs. Astograth (4th) - It seems like no one can stop Astograth at the minute - I think their form continues here.

Sajnur (2nd) vs. Turori (1st) - The top two clash as the Eels face one of their toughest tests of the campaign, but one they are likely to pass.

Jeckland (9th) vs. Necosia (13th) - This is the type of game the Spuds should be looking at a comfortable victory from. That’s all there is to say.

Natanians and Nosts (5th) vs. New Lusitania (6th) - Fascinating matchup here, as Natanians and Nosts continue to defy expectations. This will be close.

Villablanca (8th) vs. TJUN-ia (11th) - The away side will be hurting after their recent loss, and I expect them to take it out on their hosts here.

Audioslavia have a bye, but I’m sure Bulls fans will be watching results with interest.

Six

It was a Sunday night when it all started.

I was sat in my room at uni, alone. I was trying to sort out the files on my laptop before my new term of lectures began on Monday, all while tired and still a little hungover from the night before. I was the kind of person to make a mountain out of a molehill - this kind of job could easily have been done tomorrow, but I’d started it so I resolved to finish it. I had to finish it.

But I found myself getting distracted more and more until eventually I sat there, the folders on my laptop still open, stressing about the term to come. The work would be harder, could I cope? I had to do all my cooking and cleaning again, that would eat up more of my day. What if my friends had drifted apart from me over the break? I thought about calling Mum, but I didn’t need to bother her about this. She had enough on her plate, having had to get a full time job for the first time in years after Dad died.

And now I was thinking about Dad, but it wasn’t in the way it had been in the past few months. Suddenly it hurt, because he wasn’t there when I wanted him for advice. Chinks in my armour started to be exposed for the first time in months. My breathing became quicker and I started sweating. And then, for the first time in months, I cried.

It wasn’t really bad, and it didn’t last a really long time. Afterwards I calmed down and went to bed. But it rocked my confidence. I thought I was past the worst of things, but clearly not. The next few days didn’t prove much better at all. Often minor issues, like the filing, would spiral into thoughts about Dad and I’d end up breaking down again. I was capable of dragging myself back up and carrying on though. I’d done it before, and I could do it again. No sense in burdening other people with my issues when I was capable of dealing with them myself.

But it was important to realise that dealing with something like this was never going to be easy. I learnt that lesson from the first months after it happened. Some days I would wake up and feel relatively normal, able to go about my day and deal with the thoughts. Others were a mess, with me having to force myself to do simple things such as take a shower. The road to healing wasn’t a straight line. I just thought I’d turned off it by now.

Evidently, I was wrong. But for the first time, I was doing it on my own.

by **Kohnhead** » Fri May 29, 2020 1:04 pm

Kohnhead tie Lochario on the Road

Kohnhead traveled to Lochario to play the Ginger Tigers. Kohnhead would have been considered heavy underdogs before the qualifiers as Lochario is ranked 74th in the world and Kohnhead comes in at a paltry 243rd. Despite this Lochario had performed poorly to say the least heading into this game and Kohnhead were actually three points ahead of them in the Group 2 standings despite having a game at hand. Lochario were still the favorites just due to them having the more skillful players but the game was predicted to be a lot closer than thought before the tournament. Lochario had even announced that a loss would result in the firing of their coach Matej Ljubanik from Mattijana and even though they played Kohnhead to a 3-3 draw he was still gone after the game.

I think that if Kohnhead had Jackson Newcastle starting in goal this game is an easy three points for The Brains. Unfortunately Madison Richards showed why Kohnhead fans should be nervous about the goalkeeper position once Newcastle retires. Newcastle the legend he is in Kohnhead has also been ruled out of the next match and had previously stated that this year will be his last. I hope he is able to play sooner rather than later.

The game was heavily dominated by Kohnhead and the defense played well allowing only three shots on goal from Lochario. All three of those shots went in. That basically sums up Richards' performance. Now Prius-Leonard was the cause of one of those goals as she lost the ball in the box which gave the Ginger Tigers a one on one in the 8th minute, but Richards was the main person responsible for the other two.

Audrey Henderson played her best match of the tournament and had a goal and an assist to show for it scoring in the 12th minute to even the score. Linus Rallyton would give Kohnhead the 2-1 lead in the 32nd minute with a brilliant finish off of a free kick. He is deadly from just outside the box on direct free kicks, and on all set pieces. Kohnhead added to their lead in the 65th as Henderson sent a cross into the box that Maltos was able to put into the goal. Maltos is really heating up scoring a goal in both of these last two games which is what you like to see from your best player. There I said it Maltos is the best player on the team.

Alas Lochario would come roaring back with goals in the 79th and an absolute heart breaker in the third minute of extra time. The first of those two goals, Richards ran up to meet the attacker but then froze and it was an easy chip in goal. The third she didn't play close enough to the near post for another easy goal. Richards expressed after the game that she needs to and will play better in her next game, saying she will be more mentally prepared for it. In other news it appears Nicholas Radison is our emergency backup which we hopefully will never need.

Kohnhead return to Orange Bull Arena to host their next game. Here are the current standings:

Group 2                                     Pld    W   D   L    GF   GA   GD   Pts 
 1 Kita-Hinode                                   5    5   0   0    13    3  +10    15
 2 Drawkland                                     6    4   1   1    11    7   +4    13
 3 Squornshelan Remnant States                   5    4   0   1    20   14   +6    12
 4 Donnacona                                     6    4   0   2     7    4   +3    12
 5 Busoga Islands                                5    3   1   1    15    9   +6    10
 6 Torisakia                                     6    3   0   3    12    9   +3     9
 7 Kohnhead                                      5    2   2   1    13   10   +3     8
 8 Jantor                                        6    2   1   3    11   14   −3     7
 9 Gyatso-kai                                    6    1   3   2    13   14   −1     6
10 Lochario                                      6    1   2   3     7   12   −5     5
11 Balaslandia                                   6    1   0   5    10   17   −7     3
12 Wreckeria                                     5    0   1   4    10   17   −7     1
13 EGM                                           5    0   1   4     5   17  −12     1

Here is the Projected Kohnhead lineup (same as last game):

by **Eraman** » Fri May 29, 2020 1:23 pm

CHAPTER 4
THE OPPOSITION

The opposition in Eraman is divided into two blocs; the People's Alliance, a centre-left coalition and The Skullcap Brotherhood, a religious conservative coalition.

These two are like cats and dogs. They will never be able to get along. They have tried to be friends in the past but can't sit on the same table for more than 5 minutes.

They joined forces in the last general election and won popular votes but broke up soon after the election.

The People's Alliance is popular in urban areas and among young voters. They are in control of the government for the northern state of Aru and the eastern state Daula, the two wealthiest state in the country. It comprises of The Liberal Democrats, Labour Party and Progressive Party.

Meanwhile, The Skullcap Brotherhood is popular among the religious community and has been the government for the inland state of Bakti for the past few decades. The coalition is led by the ENP-splinter party, The Eraman Traditional Party (ETP) who were not happy with the secular-approach the government took.

The People's Alliance, though, is the more popular of the two.

Before Tun Sengalang Petara eases government control on media in the country, opposition leaders are unable to get featured on government-owned television, radio or newspaper. Thus, football became one of the most important political tools in the country. It's the easiest way to gather the masses and get your name out.

Every football club in Eraman is owned either by a royalty or a politician. The prime minister, Tun Sengalang Petara owns Royal Daulapura FC while the opposition leader, Nura Rabima owns Anara FC despite not being from the city nor supports it.

The match between Royal Daulapura and Anara is dubbed as the Capital Derby. The fans hate each other to the core. The match had always been heated. It's the royal capital against the administrative capital, the royalties against the working class, the rich against the poor, the National Front against The People's Alliance. It's more than a football match.

With the World Cup Qualification and Melayu Archipelago Cup coming up, power play is in play on the pitch.

by **Mercedini** » Fri May 29, 2020 1:59 pm

85th World Cup Qualification MD6 Review
Mercedini vs. Floyssauu
@ Zoloroni Sports City Stadium - Zoloroni, Mercedini

Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome back to the World Cup circuit and Mercedini Sports Daily's coverage of it. Following that day's break, Mercedini are back in action at the Sports City Stadium as they aim to win their first match at home to keep their campaign ticking along nicely. The Golden Eagles lost ground on their main rivals due to their bye-day, although they now carry a game in hand against both of the top two, along with others around them in the group. It also meant some of the teams further down also gained ground, meaning Dini could be overtaken if they slip up against anyone that they play. They return to Zoloroni and welcome Floyssauu to the Sports City Stadium, with a days rest, let's see whether they could make it count and pick up where they left off.

World Cup Qualification: Home Sweet Home

FULL TIME
WCQ | MD6
MERCEDINI 5
Dostalok 7', 11', 87', Nymark 56', Brindliev 65'
FLOYSSAUU 3
unknown 18', 45+2', 90+3'
Zoloroni, Mercedini
Attendance - 80

The Sports City Stadium finally proved it's worth to the national team as the Golden Eagles picked up their first win at home to Folyssauu. An eight-goal thriller played out in front of a limited crowd of 80 in the national team's stadium, as Dostalok claimed the national team's first hat-trick of the campaign. The Starling attacker netted two early on in the game to put distance between themselves and their opponents, before he made the game safe with his third and Dini's fifth of the game, rounding out a solid attacking performance which won the home side all three points. Defensive frailties presented themselves once again, as Mercedini surrendered another two goal lead before half-time, but as is normally the case, they were bailed out by their attack to win the day.

The win puts Mercedini into fourth place in the group, three points behind the top two with a game in hand, so could potentially have the initiative to qualify if they can put together a solid run of form. They are already at a win stream of two so far, and could extend that a bit further considering they are facing teams from the lower realms of the world rankings over the next couple of match days. The attackers of Mercedini are seemingly warming up as well, it's a far cry since their 3-0 lockout by Banija, even if they are conceding a significant number of goals to lesser fancied teams. At this point, it's a coin toss as to whether the Golden Eagles can make it through qualifying, with so many variables at play. They could make it much more comfortable for themselves if they can rack up the wins before the end of the first half. Gopnikea is next, and another opportunity to close the gap on the top two, who have ran away with it with their extra games. A stack of teams are piling up for second place, you know it's a tight group with so many names in the melting pot for a single place, this far into the campaign.

As stated before, Mercedini will be in Gopnikea for their next match, another long travel, another stadium filled completely with home fans, another opportunity to drop points. There is plenty to speculate regarding the match; who will be played, will Mercedini turn up, how will that effect the group. It's a long way between now and finding out who will qualify with Banija, but Mercedini hope to be the ones to stamp their ticket to a tournament that is sorely missed in the nation. Goodnight!

by **South Newlandia** » Fri May 29, 2020 2:26 pm

ELEPHANT VALLEY MAIL
Sports -> Soccer
Elephants upset Marauders!

Valanora is one of the strongest soccer nations of history. They have 5 World Cups to their name, and in total, they made the semi-finals no fewer than eighteen times, with many more Qualifications for the event. In recent times, their best performance was a quarterfinal appearance in the 83rd World Cup. They are currently ranked 15th in the world and are the first seed for group 13. They would now face South Newlandia, a first time World Cup nation, ranked 228th, in Valanora’s Hatire Memorial.

Valanora 0-2 South Newlandia

As expected, the Marauders took control of the game early. Laborious Hawk controlled the ball in midfield, dribbling through the South Newlandian defense in the 7th minute. He outplayed Kevin Mohamed and took a shot. The shot was coming dangerously into the upper corner, but Mikhail Trischuk directed the ball around the post with a fantastic save.

Valanora was the better team in the opening minutes. In the 21st minute, they had another good opportunity when Simon Kvaal played a good flank into the penalty box. Harlem Saxstrom got a header in, but Trischuk caught the ball savely.

The Marauders were on the attack again in the 28th minute. Thor Møller dribbled through the defensive lines and got a shot in from about 15 metres distance. Trischuk stood no chance on this one, but the shot went right onto the crossbar. The ball bounced to Raphael Moreno, who made a desperate long kick out of the penalty box. The ball flew far into the Valanoran half, and Brandon Irving started running. He outpaced Eivind Strømmen and headed toward the Valanoran goal. Sean Smørdal ran out of his goal, but Irving lubbed the ball right over him and into the goal to get South Newlandia a 1-0 lead out of the blue. At this moment, the Hatire Memorial went silent. You could have heard a pin drop at this moment.

The Marauders pushed for the equalizer hard now, and had one nice chance in the 41st minute, when Laborious Hawk played a fantastic pass behind the Elephant’s defense. Harlem Saxstrom was now one on one with Mikhail Trischuk, and he tried to shoot into the bottom corner. Trischuk barely managed to get his foot on the ball just in time to clear it away.

It was half-time now, and the surprising score was 0-1 in favour of South Newlandia, despite the Marauders holding 12 shots against a single one from South Newlandia. Coach Robert Wolverine knew he had no chance but to try to park the bus now, and exchanged striker Ricardo Rayner for defender Karl Meyer, changing the South Newlandian formation into a 5-4-1.

The Marauders were pushing for a goal even harder now. The first big chance for them happened in the 52nd minute, when Nora Kirkhus brought a corner into the penalty box. Harlem Saxstorm was brought down by Tommy Anderson, who received a yellow card, and Valanora received a free kick. It was Thor Møller up against Mikhail Trischuk, and Valanora had a chance to equalize. Møller tried to shoot the ball into the right bottom corner, but Trischuk had read him correctly and directed the ball around the goal with his fingertips.

The very offensive playstyle that Valanora played now also opened up room for South Newlandia, too. In the 57th minute, Kevin Mohamed saw an opportunity, and played a very long pass for Brandon Irving. The 20-year-old was once again faster than the Valanoran defense, and had a chance for another goal. Sean Smørdal did not run out of his goal as early this time, but Brandon Irving’s shot was precise enough to score the 2-0.

Robert Wolverine opted for another defensive change now, and replaced Finnley Wallis with Jack Schroeder to change the South Newlandian formatin into an incredible 7-3-1.

In the remaining half hour of the game, the Marauders had many, many more chances, but they would not overcome Trischuk for the remainder of the game. The 25-year-old probably played the game of his life today, as he totalled up 14 saves over the match. This upset will certainly make history books for both nations, and has already been dubbed the “Miracle of Valanora” by South Newlandian media.

Player Rankings

Mikhail Trischuk (GK, Captain) 10
It was probably the game of his life, as he stopped Valanora almost on his own.

Marcos Pit (LB) 9
The entire defense played fantastic games, stopping the Marauders all the time.

Manuel O’Neill (LCB) 9

Tommy Anderson (RCB) 7
He was at fault for the penalty, but played great otherwise.

Raphael Moreno (RB) 9

Kevin Mohamed (DM) 9
He also played great, scoring an assist as well.

Corban Green (LM) 7

Patrick McMora (RM) 6

Finnley Wallis (OM) 6

Brandon Irving (ST) 9
Putting two past Valanora is an incredible achievement.

Ricardo Rayner (ST) 6

Karl Meyer (CB) 8

Jack Schroeder (CB) 8

Starters against Bliuji

After the win, Robert Wolverine decided against changing the squad that overcame Valanora.

Results from Matchday 6, Group 13

Ottoman Syldavia (338) 2-4 Pasarga (25)
Pasarga managed to beat Ottoman Syladavia as expected.

Plane of Possibility (148) 2-3 Tamgu (79)
Tamgu finally got their first win against the Planers.

Bliuji (99) 2-5 Mavinet (218)
Mavinet also got a big upset in, winning by three in Bliuji.

Juvencus (39) 3-4 Pangurstan (311)
Pangurstan also got a fantastic upset in, winning at the third seed Juvencus.

The Kytler Peninsulae (UR) 1-0 Kuriko (330)
The Kytler Peninsulae also marked their first win today.

Valanora (15) 0-2 South Newlandia (228)

Eraman had their first bye day.

Current standings

Group 13                              Pld    W   D   L    GF   GA   GD   Pts 
 1 Valanora                                6    5   0   1    15    7   +8    15
 2 Pasarga                                 5    4   0   1     9    4   +5    12
 3 South Newlandia                         6    3   2   1    10    8   +2    11
 4 Eraman                                  5    3   1   1    13    9   +4    10
 5 Ottoman Syldavia                        6    3   1   2    10    8   +2    10
 6 Mavinet                                 6    3   0   3    15   14   +1     9
 7 Pangurstan                              6    3   0   3    14   15   −1     9
 8 Bliuji                                  5    2   0   3    15   13   +2     6
 9 Juvencus                                5    2   0   3    15   15    0     6
10 Tamgu                                   5    1   1   3     6   10   −4     4
11 The Kytler Peninsulae                   5    1   1   3    11   18   −7     4
12 Kuriko                                  6    1   1   4     5   14   −9     4
13 Plane of Possibility                    6    0   3   3     9   12   −3     3

Schedule for Group 13, Matchday 7

Pangurstan (311) vs. The Kytler Peninsulae (UR)
Both teams won their last match and can improve in the standings now.

Mavinet (218) vs. Juvencus (39)
Mavinet has a chance to be the third team in a row to upset Juvencus.

Tamgu (79) vs. Valanora (15)
Valanora will face Tamgu in one of the top matchups of the day. Can Tamgu keep improving?

Pasarga (25) vs. Plane of Possibility (148)
Pasarga will have an easy time in this match.

Eraman (63) vs. Ottoman Syldavia (338)
Eraman also has a doable matchup.

Kuriko will have their bye day.

South Newlandia (228) vs. Bliuji (99)
The Elephants will face another top 100 team, as Bliuji will visit the Walstreim City Stadium. Bliuji did not catch a great start with only 6 points in 5 games, and with the new confidence after beating Valanora, South Newlandia could have a chance here.

by **Maccian** » Fri May 29, 2020 2:35 pm

NoCap Podcast

by Cedric MacDonald

Transcript

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I'm Cedric MacDonald from SBN News and this is the NoCap sports podcast. First, on the list of our agenda, the Lamrejwaffeassost has announced that the national team is getting new kits from Filindostan based No Nonsense Sportswear. It's a company which makes kits for a variety of sports and has had numerous clients recently as they opened their business for the first time in years. We're going to take a look at these Let's take a look at this home kit first. I like it, it looks very sleek and professional especially with the black and purple colour scheme which is a good combination of colours on this kit. Though I think it's clear the design was modelled after Filindostan's home kit, nevertheless it's still a good kit.

As for the away kit, I'm kind of on the fence with this one. I do love how No-Nonsense Sportswear implemented our cross on our national flag into the kit. I think it has a sense of originality and embracement of our national identity, so you got to give props for that. The white though? I'm just not a fan of it, I think a better choice of colour could have been selected here. It could just be me not liking white kits, but the away kit is decent.

The real issue here is the goalkeeper kit. Absolutely horrendous. It's an eyesore really, it should be good putting off strikers who have to look at this. The red and grey don't go well together with this, I think camouflage design. A solid red or grey would have sufficed. Maccian will be wearing the new kits in the game against Eastfield Lodge, and I personally think it is a step in the right direction to shifting the status of football in Maccian from semi-professional to being fully professional.

Speaking of becoming professional, the semi-professional Maccian Football League will be turning pro according to Masdipuetz David Juesmann. Following Maccian reaching the Round of 32 in the Baptism of Fire, the popularity of football in Maccian has surged. He has proposed that the MFL will bee a closed league with no relegations or promotions.

The top four teams at the end of the season will play each other in the MFL playoffs which will have two legs. The champions of the MFL will be decided in one game in the MFL Final. Weaker teams such as the Castrealm Royals who were rock bottom at the end of last season's league will be compensated with draft picks. The lowest-ranked team, which in this case is the Castrealm Royals, will obtain the first pick, the second-ranked team will obtain the second pick and so on. For the MFL draft, there will be three rounds with 3 picks for the 14 teams, totalling out to a total of 42 players.

Foreigners will be able to declare for the draft and if picked, they will be able to immediately join up with that team and start playing. The MFL season will start after the World Cup Qualifiers are over with the draft being the first thing that will happen. Many players currently in the national team will be eligible to be drafted. I know it's too early, but I'd say either Amiensha Kiyle or Angelina Aurellix will be the first pick. This is an exciting time for football in Maccian, I am sure other sports will soon follow its lead.

Moving on to the World Cup Qualifiers, the Riflemen's will be travelling to Tavernia Stadium to play against Eastfield Lodge, who is currently 11th in Group 4 with just 4 points in 6 games. All I know is that to those of us who are travelling here, please remember that Eastfield Lodge is socially conservative. So toss any ideas of sneaking alcohol, cigarettes or drugs away. Don't be out here getting too... rowdy if you know what I mean. A lot of these guys are Muslims so don't say anything too outlandish, keep your views to yourself.

Kidomasdipuetz Anjill will likely play the reserve team today. I hope Eries Kizerain will finally pick up his form because at the moment the goals are coming from all over the place without a clear and designated goal scorer. I think this approach of build-up and inclusiveness for everybody is wrong, only three or four members of this squad are good finishers. The focus should be on that long ball, getting those pacy wingers running and leading that counter-attack and then having them either shoot or square it to the striker.

Instead, we are having centre-halves so far up the pitch, we are practically begging for the opponent to hit us with that counter-attack which is impossible to defend because no one is close enough to stop them. I'm anxious ahead of this upcoming game, no doubt. When will Jack T. Anjill begin to shift the team's tactics around? Probably only out of desperation, let's be real here.

The teamsheet for the upcoming game has just been released. Rokeny Aijernudun, the oldest member of the squad, is starting at the goalkeeper position. Niko Ackermann, Swisse Kadune, LeSole Saint Markudjos and Iso Kutatzi are starting in the defence. In the midfield, the trio of Erin Eidon, who has been performing poorly in the qualifiers, Liga Koiu and Reiktu Sien Brogue, who looked doubtful to start due to a knock in training. Finally, the dynamic K duo of Jeiles Kriessmann and Eries Kizerain are linking up with Deni Wäker-Jan Weiss starting with them. We are just going to have to wait and see how the Riflemen handle themselves against Eastfield Lodge. Thank you for listening to the NoCap podcast, this is Cedric MacDonald from SBN News signing off!

by **Balqia** » Fri May 29, 2020 2:47 pm

— HOORAY!
Champagne flew across the air, cups were filled and and cake was split. They had the first victory party prepared long ago, but the team choose to delay it until now. The victory against Valentine Z was being cherished by the entire country, social media was flooding with photos and videos of commemorations.
— A minute, please.
Berka was standing up with his large mug of coffee in his hand.
— I just want to thank you all for this wonderful match, Zay, Tuqi and Torviq are today’s heroes, so cheers to them and to entire team!
— CHEERS!
Music started to play, it was some kind of mixture between electronic, folk and rock, the lyrics were about how great the country was. Soon the party began, people talked to each other in small groups, some people ate in the table and others danced. It was more like a dinner for Mary’s standard, but she preferred to not think much about it.
— Here you ‘re.
It was Riviera, she was dressed with a dress and a necklace.
— Yes, enjoying the party.
— What party? My grandma can party harder than this.
She pointed Kondor, who was performing a traditional dance with some people from the staff.
— Oh, come on.
— The champagne don’t even have alcohol! How am I to party bein’ sober?
— I heard that Berka has some beer with him.
— Thanks God. See ya later.
She went straight to the coach, leaving Rockwell to herself, at least for some minutes, soon a player approached her.
— Hey!
— Oh, hi!
It was Soletz.
— Great match, huh?
— Yes, we finally won.
— But it wasn’t easy, I almost got fooled by one of those women, they were really though.
— Yeah… so… Torviq scored two goals, impressive.
— He was really focused on winning this one. The guy can’t admit defeat, he keep telling us that he is going to get them next time.
— He seems very… competitive.
Another one in the freak list, wonder if you have to be slightly crazy to enter the Team.
— So, next one is against Bunkaiia?
— Yes, more islanders, I wonder why people living in the sea like football so much.
She laughed, maybe that was a serious question, but she found it funny anyway.
— And what are your plans against them?
— Oh, you know, three on the front, four behind to stop any attack. Berka isn’t very imaginative, in fact most of our tactics are ripped off from military textbooks from what I know.
— Why do you say that?
— Because the last time he spoke with us she referred to the back players as artillery and called Zay ‘cannon fodder’.
— Are you serious?
— Yes.
Someone called him, what left Mary alone, again.
The party went on through the night, ending near to two A.M., everyone left, Rockwell had to carry her foreign coworker to the hotel room, Berka really had beer, and most of it was inside her in that moment.
She wasn’t conscious when the phone started to ring, Mary answered it.
— Hello.
— Riviera! Did you got it?
— I’m sorry, Riviera is… err… sleeping now. Who is it?
The phone went silent. Maybe answering wasn’t the right thing to do, but it was just politeness, she was just going to mention it next morning and everything would be okay. Or so she hoped.

by **Zeta Reka and Hugeltaldom** » Fri May 29, 2020 2:50 pm

The automobile came to a stop. A parade of press and paparazzi poured on to the street. Three people exited the car into the sea of suits. The calamity from the sports event had raised a question. Why were federal officials at the Sports Complex? Under known circumstances there was little reason to bring in heavy units. “Did the Law Ministry know of this?” asked one reporter as the trio walked into their office building. In the group were people of power, leading the pack was the Deputy of Law, Mr. Helmutov. Depuy Helmutov was irate. His assistants were two young women, identical blondes, by the Deputy’s design. “Did you read that paper?” Helmutov said to a passer by, “Did you?” he shouted, walking away from the frightened man. One of the assistants spoke up, “It’s alright Deputy,” she said, the Deputy slowed his walk, matching his position, “Marta, this is a grim against me,” he said sternly “you just had your hair done for this job, you will not be out of work today.” They finally got to their destination. “Do you think we’ll be in trouble for how you dress us?” Marta asked and in reply Deputy Helmutov simply said, “I don’t know”

They knocked on the door, and a faint “Yes” came from the room, Helmutov opened the door. The man inside spoke, “I know you normally don’t read the newspapers. But even you know this is a huge concern.” the Deputy looked down “Mr. Prime Minister I can explain.” he said, “Do you watch sports at least?” The prime minister asked coldly. Helmutov looks up confused, “Sports, this isn’t about my secretary’s make over?” “God!” the prime minister said suddenly, “You don’t read the papers do you?” Another man walked into the room and the Prime Minister addressed the guest, “Well Luka, it looks like Law Deputy Lars Helmutov doesn’t know what happened, shall you fill him in like the great communicator you are?” After these words were spoken, Luka slinked over to the desk, staring with his pointed chin at the Deputy. Luka was a rare sight to see. Legally he was the President’s Advisor for Domestic Security. Luka’s mouth opened for a moment, “As you should be aware,” he said in a dull croaking voice, he stopped and turned to Depiuty Helmutov’s assistants “if you were not focused on your image to high society,” Luka growled before a pause. The prime minister coughed, “As I was saying,” Luka said growling “An order to send Crowd Control Units to the National Sports Complex has been the top story since this morning. Not your dolls.”

Deputy Helmutov was confused, “I gave no order.” Luka smiled “Oh but it’s quite probable, at least it is according to our sources in the police. The situation was a code D-05. You know what that means Deputy? A high authority ordered the units to take command.” The Deputy looked at his one assistant, wincing. “Sir!” the assistant spoke nervously, “You sent a memo.” Luka’s smiled grew wider as he adjusted his fedora, “Indeed he did. ‘I know why you’re in the news.’ We don’t care about your rendezvous, Sasha. Or are you-” he trailed off “No. Sorry you’re Marta.” Luka starred at Marta and that was more than enough to make the woman step back. Seeing this, the Deputy of Law stepped in “What she’s trying to say is that I could not have ordered this operation. You know why.” The politician blushed, realizing his own dirty laundry was perhaps less of an issue than he had thought. “I believe your pets can leave.” The prime minister said. The prime minister puffed up his chest. He stood up as Helmutov’s ladies took their exit.

“Well,” the prime minister barked “who else would send in heavy units? The military doesn’t care about a sports protest.” Helmutov spoke meekly “There are a few options in the bureaucracy. My team can investigate the situation.” The prime minister just starred at his subordinate. The slick monotone voice of that fedora wearing man bellowed through the room. “I don’t believe we need an investigation from your department. As the National Security Advisor I have the blessing to organize a meeting of minds for this issue. The President hopes you and other accountable members of the Federal Assembly will be attending in an hour.” Luka walked away, not even looking at the men in the room. After his exit the office quiet, until the prime minister spoke. “When did we replace E-mails with goblin delivery boys?”

by **Sarzonia** » Fri May 29, 2020 3:48 pm

The scene outside Dave Wilson Stadium in Woodstock wasn't anything like you would expect for supporters of the Sarzonian national football team.

"Tickets! Anyone need tickets? Anyone need tickets?"

Brett Van Landingham was strolling by the stadium on his usual walk after his shift as a clerk at a nearby law firm. He walked near the stadium, especially when the Stars or the Woodstock Wild played home matches. He enjoyed hearing the murmurs of the crowds, and the cheers when a Star or a Wild player scored.

He hadn't watched a match in person at the stadium since World Cup 54 qualifying, and that was because his uncle had a ticket while Brett was attending Woodstock City College. Those days had long since passed, he thought as he caught a glimpse in a store window and saw a grey hair and laugh lines crease his thirty-something face.

The prospect of getting into a Stars match, in particular after their incredible second half of World Cup 84 qualifying and Cup of Harmony runs included some unbelievable results, was looking about as likely as his ever getting even a second glance from an attractive female college student at the bar two blocks away from his home.

He turned the corner and began the walk back to his apartment. He enjoyed the feeling of his head clearing the nightly walk gave him, and he was frustrated by the weeks-long stay-at-home orders imposed by President Grant Haffner and Woodstock Mayor Claudia Alta. Finally, with the return to something approaching normal, he could resume his walk.

This time, however, he heard the ticket scalper's voice, something he didn't hear often as Stars and Wild matches were usually sold out. Not only that, but Vsn Landingham noticed a sense of urgency in the voice.

"Tickets! Anyone need tickets?" the voice called out. Van Landingham thought for a moment, then absent mindedly pit his left hand on his pants pocket. It was the opening the scalper was looking for.

"Hey, buddy! Need tickets?"

Van Landingham stopped short. He didn't get paid until the next morning and he had to pay rent and his checking account's automatic pay service was offline so he had to provide a physical cheque for rent. Thus, he couldn't afford anything more than, say a nosebleed seat.

I can see more of the game at the bar, he thought. Still, against his better judgment, he decided to ask anyway.

"How much?"

"Fifty bucks for Section 108, Row K," the scalper said.

Fifty dollars isn't outrageous, Van Landingham thought. He could afford to get in the stadium and watch, although the overpriced concessions were a different story. He hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "oh, I dunno." He was trying to work out the math in his head to see if he could make the unexpected splurge work and the math wasn't coming easily to him.

However, the scalper evidently thought Van Landingham was trying to negotiate, so he then said, "forty five bucks."

Now Van Landingham was really trying to work out the math. That would give him a chance to buy a beer in the stadium, even if it were an overpriced Isselmerian-Nielander premium brew. However, he knew that money would still be tight, thinking about rent being due. He didn't say anything for a moment or two. The hawker was beginning to grow desperate.

"Forty bucks, my man," he said. Van Landingham still didn't say anything as his mind worked overtime. An extra $10 could buy two absurdly delicious Delaclav light beers and could give him a warm feeling for a while. Still, he knew that he might have rent issues if he agreed to pay the $40. The guy got even more desperate, finally blurting out, "thirty! Final offer!"

"I'll take a ticket!" Van Landingham replied immediately. Thirty dollars to watch a football match so close to the pitch was too good to pass up. With ticket in hand, he walked in and found his seat. He saw a college student some could describe as fratty in the seat to his immediate right. No one occupied the seat to Van Landingham's left.

Soon, Sarzonia's Brady Reynolds swung his right boot and sent the opening kickoff to Jake Campos and the match against Great Lausitz was underway. Van Landingham and the fraternity guy didn't really talk much, except cheering turning to a groan when an apparent Campos goal in the 19th minute was nullified by the offside flag. The two men would rise up and scream when defender Russ Howard was booked for dissent in the 26th minute for disputing a direct free kick.

But the 74th minute would make all the frustration, the anger, and the stress worthwhile as Reynolds skied and converted a bicycle kick for the match's only goal. It would see both Van Landingham and the fraternity guy, a man named Travis Quinn suddenly embrace in a cathartic celebration of the tally.

Finally, the blissful sound of the final whistle after the fourth minute of second half stoppage time signaled the first "home" victory for the Stars, a 1-0 triumph over Great Lausitz. The Stars were technically the away side against Delaclava at Dave Wilson Stadium in the opener.

Regardless, the Stars enjoyed a victory and so, too did the fans. And before Van Landingham and Quinn went their separate ways, they exchanged social media contacts and phone numbers.

SCHEDULE:
MD 1: @ Delaclava^ W, 6-4
MD 2: v. Acronius L, 0-2
MD 3: @ Simpralia (Glory Park, capacity 122,000) W, 5-3
MD 4: v. Welzat L, 2-4
MD 5: @ Nephara L, 1-4 (Farham Arena, Sabrefell, capacity 88,046)
MD 6: v. Great Lausitz W, 1-0
MD 7: @ Huayamarca (Estadio Olímpico del Oriente, Sechura, capacity 26,000)
MD 8: BYE
MD 9: v. Competitive Solitaire
MD 10: @ South Charlia
MD 11: v. Darmen
MD 12: @ Aimena
MD 13: v. Jeruselem
OFF DAY
MD 14: v. Delaclava (game played at Pride of Manchester, capacity 110,000)
MD 15: @ Acronius
MD 16: v. Simpalia
MD 17: @ Welzat (Sir James Tretol Memorial Stadium, capacity 19,595)
MD 18: v. Nephara
MD 19: @ Great Lausitz
MD 20: v. Huayramarca
MD 21: BYE
MD 22: @ Competitive Solitaire
MD 23: v. South Charlia
MD 24: @ Darmen (Stadio Rushmore, Johnho, capacity 70,000)
MD 25: v. Aimena
MD 26: @ Jeruselem (Dazza Dallas Stadium)

^Match was played at Dave Wilson Stadium in Woodstock.

Note: Except for the match in Manchester, Delaclava, all of Sarzonia's home matches will be played at Dave Wilson Stadium in Woodstock, capacity 105,900.

by **Filindostan** » Fri May 29, 2020 3:53 pm

By the Numbersssss555...

Izz me again for your daily (or semi-daily) dose of numbersssss555.

Continuing where we finished last time, due to time constraints (we were only given 20 minutes to present this), a graph for points per match:

Note: WCQ85 in progress

We can see here that points per match (PPM) figures for the first four matches are relatively fall inside mid to mid-high, and it is probably good for the team, as we presented the world rank earlier, Filindostan started from rank 144, then went up to around 73, and 48, and 45, when WCQ82 commenced. They fell to figures less than average in the past 2 qualifiers, more so on WCQ83, where figures were expected to be high as by this time, the Filindos were #41 in the multiverse, but a poor campaign saw them only score 1.17 PPM, the lowest of the 7 campaigns we have. This also have an impact to the KPB figures Filindostan would get, as the points from WC82 would be shed and the points we will get in the current campaign will be the most significant contribution of what would be our KPB points at the end of the campaign.

The target is a figure higher than 1.94, which multiplied by 24 would yield... 50.56 points, which means that Filindostan should score 42 points in the next 19 matches. Sounds challenging, right? It is a bit challenging for a Pot 4 team like Filindostan, but if we keep the momentum from the big away wins and translate this form to our home matches, then it should be achievable.

Not sure when we'll be back for more numbersssss555. See you soon!

by **Independent Athletes from Quebec** » Fri May 29, 2020 3:59 pm

OOC : Part Two of Sir. Alexandre Kim series. See the posts made by both myself and Cassadaigua on the IBC XXIX thread.

Somewhere on Highway 21, Capitale-Nationale, Royal Kingdom of Quebec

Meanwhile, minor order of business were underway on the way to the Catherine III International Airport, with the car at the very front carrying the Queen Consort Elizaveta and our protagonist, Sir. Alexandre Kim. Small number of the Royal Staff were being prepared of their schedule at a relatively long notice, and had already been confirmed of their overseas schedule, as did the flight crew of Aeroquebec, whose flight to Concord Heights was being used for such purposes. And of course Christine, Princess Royal, was on the way at the car right behind them.

Those who didn't know very much the Royal House would wonder why Sir. Alex, the King's Principal Private Secretary, and not Sir. Shi-Gyeong, the Queen's Principal Private Secretary, were arranged to be on the sides. Everybody knew it wasn't because of coincidence, and it was rather a practical matter of concern. In some ways, Queen Elizaveta, who first came to Quebec to attend Lakeland College 39 years ago in 2003, one of Quebec's historic boarding schools located five hours away in Lake Berman, Frontenac, was initially viewed as even more fitting of a Queen Material than her benchmark predecessors, Queen Mother Nathalie Ginzbourg-Blais and the late Queen Mother, Noh Chae-Ran. She always had the right status or prestige, and had little trouble grasping quickly with the cultural coding of the Royal cultural code that her middle-class predecessors have had trouble grasping.

Still, this took little away from her status as the princesse etrangere (and Novopetrogradian too!), in the Shingoryeoite Court where the Buddhist-Confucian influences still seeped into its wooden walls, and she would more often than not be faced with critical blocks. One of the most notable ones, was translation; for all the rep Quebec would get as a francophone nation, especially given Quebecois French's use (OOC: the French used in France) on both the Quebecois intelligentsia and culture, Korean still held particular significance language of the Court and Politics. Queen Elizaveta, even though she has now lived in Quebec for just short of four decades now, was still not at ease with her command of Korean, and as a result, continued to be considered entrangere by many. Because of that, the Queen found particular relief in the presence of Sir. Alex, whose perfect Classical Russian hailed from her grandmother, a pedagogy professor of emigre origins, and often asked for his assistance with the language. Sir. Alex, supportive as always, appreciated the level of trust given to him by both the King and the Queen.

'So, as we can clearly see here, Christine is heading to Cassadaigua for her reading week,' the Queen, looking at the view of the Fleuve St. Laurent right next to the Highway, said in Russian. 'My, the time has certainly has passed, not enough for us to forget the mistakes that were made, nor too much for the people to see the chromatic sunsets off the legacies, but just enough for Christine to travel on her own to see her beloved. How the time flies, and how the time flies. Alex, what are your thoughts?'

'I'm afraid it is not of my place to express my opinions about a Royal member of another nation, ma'am.' He responded in Russian, his moustache not moving one bit as he flicked through the roof of his mouth with the tongue. 'Especially when it involves a direct, intermediate descendant of the very monarch, and one who seems to have deservingly earned the favour of His Majesty.'

'Well, absolutely, My husband, having grown up in the same generation of royales mondiales as Cassie the Second, always held positive opinions about the Dagans and I'm also aware that he, having already redeveloped precedence before with our marriage, is very much in favour of the relationship. Still, I would appreciate if you give me your honest opinions because frankly, while I have only the best intentions for my daughter, am also a foreigner myself and cannot accurately speak enough of the manner.'

'Well, in that case, ma'am, I will say my words as asked and give my honest words about the very Prince of concern.'

'Will do, Alyosha. What kind of a Royal, or Man, do you exactly see in this Caspian?'

'An unique creature of his own, and especially of his age, ma'am. He is certainly intelligent in his fields of interest, handles himself adequately and respectfully in his governance in Brattleboro, and still possesses normal interests that ground him to the ground.'

'That's good. Still, even with those of remarkable abilities, they usually possess respective hubris that brings them to a certain downfall. How has his behaviour been, in manner of conduct on the presence of my daughter or other distinguished guests?'

'Absolutely, absolutely respectful, ma'am. From what I have seen of the very Prince, from their encounters at the previous Olympics, or various entourages and moments the two may have enjoyed the past couple of years, it is rather clear from the onset that the Prince, while appearing awkward at times, is no abnormal seducer nor a deranged m*******, and I doubt his fidelity can be challenged, when his eyes seldom turned red like that of the late Prince Louis, whose cheating remains unforgivable in the eyes of many.'

'So, this prince is not a mere gold digger or a glory hunter, if that would be a better way to put it forward.'

'Absolutely not, ma'am. Nor is he an inferior kind of Royalty who, frustrated by smaller roles one may have been given in birth or through education, would see this opportunity to climb up through the social ladder. His head is screwed meticulously to the every last nut and bolt, and, however lunatic or disgraceful some of the Dagan royals may have conducted their behaviour in past, this prince Caspian bears more semblance towards both the Queen Cassie the Second and the King Consort Charles.'

'Well that is good, in that case. In that case, there needs to be no queries being raised of his capabilities.'

'Still, I would be concerned about him, if I were you, ma'am.'

'And what would that concern be, if this were to be said?'

'Well, ma'am, from what I have seen with Prince Caspian of Cassadigua is that he, while clearly intelligent in his thoughts or gestures, may not be the most socially adept nor active child. He, being the third of four children, and long familiarised to the level of expectations in his lycées, appears quite timid in comparison to some of the more boisterous royal children that we have seen in the courts of the House of Jeong or that of our allies and relatives, most notably so in the case of Prince Daniel of Valladares.'

'Yes, but indeed a child can be awkward. Prince Consort Seung-Heon had the very problem too, and the Early Arlenian Era were lot grander in terms of indulgences. Yet, the Prince Consort eventually became no less than the stepfather of the Empire, and Prince Laurent eventually learned to grow into his own fold as well. Still, would this likely mean that he be more harmful or helpful for my daughter?''

'With that, I do not know, ma'am. Neither I do not speak for the entire generations of the Royals out there in the Capital, nor do I intend to serve as the Senex, but it is something to be taken note of, given that the Quebecois nobility, and even more pronouncingly the House of Jeong, is known for the social lives of its most senior members. It has been the case since the era of Jacques IV, King Gwangjong, and is arguably among hardest to challenge any outsider face. To paraphrase a famous letter to her daughter, Princess Elisabeth, by Ana Maria of Aguablanca, the Queen Mother Imperial, there lies huge difference between being married into a Royal and being married into the Cultural Coding of a Royal, and that completes a marriage, whether royal or noble in nature, be doubled to its initial weight and value. While some, highly unaware of the context, may find this frustrating and inflexible in this day and age of excessive egalitarianism, it is nonetheless true that there lies plenty of higher social milieus among palace portraits, who have struggled more than the late Queen Mother Chae-Ran or the Queen Mother. And that, too, can fall into Prince Caspian, however desirable he may be, should they marry with the Lord's Blessings.

'Still, please confuse me not, for I do not think that he will bring harm into the Royal House. If anything, I could see this Dagan Prince, given his awkwardness, bring back the sense of both the control and the rational into the Court that we have lacked long since the days of Henri VIII. You should still be concerned, however, for I can also see that, perhaps in the intermediate future, High Royal Highness may...feel trapped in the setting.'

'Well, well. In that case, we will have to see what lies ahead, and what we should consider, for her happiness. Thank you, Alyosha, as always.'

'No worries, ma'am.'

Then, the car finally stopped. After forty minutes of drive, hey have finally arrived at the Terminal 5 of the Airport, landing at the Gate 0A that lands directly to the departure state. There Sir. Alex and the Queen proceeded to open their door and enter the door to bid Princess Christine short adieu before her short trip to Cassadaigua.

by **Recuecn** » Fri May 29, 2020 4:01 pm

"Bienvenu à la maison, mon chér. Ça fait bien trop longtemps que tu es parti—"

Rather than waste time responding to the greeting, he interrupted his welcome with a kiss, the door still open behind him.

"Tu m'as manqué."

First, another kiss, and only afterwards: "I missed you too."

"Tell me everything that happened in Téquilo."

The research trip had been more or less successful: the panel would surely send him back at some point to wrap up some loose ends, which would cause grumbling—the flights were expensive, and if he and his partner hadn't covered things satisfactorily in one trip, why should the panel be expected to send them back for another? But André was perhaps the one person who would not mind returning a second time. His partner had complained the whole time about the bitter heat, lounging indoors and fanning himself. "No academic question is worth this suffering," he moaned. But for André, the heat was to be accepted as a part of the culture, and besides, there was more to Téquilo than the academic; he could not deny that the chicasueltos and the piyacoque lingered in his memory. Perhaps there were parts of the story his wife would prefer not to hear.

"We learned so much," he began. "The Ixcal is a strange plant, entirely foreign..." After all, he was studious and scholarly, interested in his work, he could talk for hours about the experiments and interviews. Even now, with such a beginning, he found himself already recounting the nomenclature, what it was and how it had been decided, why there was the disagreement over the genus and why that made it so much harder to be sure ones sources were thorough—

"André! I don't speak Latin! Tell me in French." But of course, it was his mistake. He'd been away from her for a month and now when she wanted to know what had happened in his life he had begun this academic recitation? She was hardly interested at thes best of times, why had he thought that would be appropriate now, when there was so much else to say? "What is Téquilo like," she prodded.

His suitcase was down now, and his shoes off; he sat on his couch—he'd missed this couch!—and pulled her in beside him. "The air is full of spices... no, it's something else: it's magic. Just a hint, but it's always there, faint enough that it feels like the real world but you know it's not. Or maybe I've gotten that backwards and it is reality, but a magical reality—either way, the magic is trying to confuse you. If you think about it too hard to try to figure it out, it won't make sense... It's all wrapped up in the religion of the people. It reminds me of a very peculiar museum I visited..."

The memory of the museum had stuck with him more than anything else, more than the research (that was why those things were written down, at least) and more even than the piyacoque. There was something Shambolic about the whole thing, but that was André's problem: his Shambolic quotient wasn't high enough. The museum had been billed as the "Museo de Pitxi", le musée de football, but he had gone because he had heard it was the best place to learn about the ancient, royal families and their eccentric, palatial lifestyles. He had not been disappointed. Even better; he had been able to discover the queer specimen who was the museum assistant curator, a man possessed of seemingly infinite information, but who revealed it in turns begrudgingly and with royal generosity, alternately a keeper of secrets and a fount of knowledge. His style was so queer, so eccentric, that André had wanted to go back just to hear him speak again, but his partner had stood firm. Their last interview was over, their last sample collected: they would return to Reçueçn the next day.

They did return to Reçueçn the next day, although unfortunately the suitcase containing all the samples was left behind. "I thought you had it," André said: "I already had two of our bags." Yet in the back of his mind he wondered: maybe it had been his responsibility? Again, he blamed the piyacoque, but he could not tell his partner that...

The museum assistant curator had known he was from Reçueçn, somehow, which hadn't seemed strange until he thought about it afterward. André hadn't signed the guestbook until after the tour, and in any case, it was strange for a man as intelligent and informed as the assistant curator, particularly if he could pick out reçuecians in a crow by some unknown visual cue, to not know the name of the country: 'Resusan', he had called it, which had almost sounded right. After all, André didn't speak Téquiloan. But then it had been 'Rococo', then 'Reçko', then 'Raccoon'. Surely the intelligentsia of Téquilo were better informed than this?

André had looked it up in his pocket dictionary after the tour. "Recesión: Reçueçn," it had said. "(Alternate orthography: Reçesión)." With such decent endonyms, André was confused how in the world the museum assistant curator could have missed both of them consistently in four attempts. Unless he was just fucking with me, André had thought, and had tried to find the equivalent Téquiloan phrase for "to fuck with someone," fully intending to pay back the assistant curator in kind at some point. But the piyacoque had driven that thought from his head, and then he had come home... he would have to return soon. There was still so much more he had to know.

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