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  1. INFO Companies, economic thinkers, and researchers all over Esferos come together in the city of Gué in Nouveauterra to discuss economic matters, as well as show themselves to the world. COMPANY TABLING ITINERARY *Mycelium packaging, vegan leather, etc. SPEAKER SERIES ITINERARY OOC: Rules The event lasts from April 1 to April 5. (Haha yes April 1st) You can post one company per category in the day’s itinerary. (Ex. You can only post one transportation company, one vehicle manufacturer, one infrastructure company, one construction company, and/or one logistics company on April 1st) Here’s a format to make things standard: [Company Logo] [Name] [trade name or name used in advertising] Industry: [insert industry here], [Country of Origin] [Description] Description word count should be between 100 and 350 words (to reduce clutter). Add any pictures and logos you feel would show the company best. If the company was previously featured in an RP event, or a news event, feel free to link it in the post. Community-wide posting rules apply.
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  2. Courtship of the Kings Seven winters passed since the vanquishing of the Berganisk tribes, and Queen Tamar, her name echoing through the winds like a distant thunderstorm, ruled with sagacity and might. In those days of yore, three royal suitors sought the hand of Queen Tamar, drawn by the luster of her realm. The first, Tonn, bore a regal countenance, yet his gaze was veiled by vanity and nearsightedness. The second, Olev, was piously devoted, but his reverence for the divine eclipsed the needs of his folk. The third, Jumal, harbored ambitions as fierce as the northern winds, heedless of the welfare of his subjects. With grandiosity befitting their stations, the three kings approached Queen Tamar, each seeking favor. Yet, the queen, with discerning eyes akin to the falcon's gaze, perceived the flaws that tainted the brilliance of each. To Tonn, the vain, she spoke words as sharp as the blade at her side. "A king's sight must not be clouded by his own reflection. Beauty is fleeting, but the legacy of a benevolent ruler endures like the northern lights." Olev, the pious, found himself admonished by Tamar's unwavering gaze. "A king's devotion must extend to the realm he governs, not confined to the heavens alone. Your people crave sustenance and justice, not just the solace of prayers." Jumal, the ambitious, faced Tamar's unyielding stare. "Power, if grasped without wisdom and compassion, is but a weapon of tyrants. A king should be a shepherd, not a wolf amidst his flock." Enraged by these lessons in humility, service to the folk, and equality, each king, in the manner of the berserkers of old, drew his weapon. Tonn unsheathed his sword, Olev gripped a mace, and Jumal brandished a spear. They struck at Tamar, blinded by wounded pride and unbridled ambition. Yet, Tamar, like a Valkyrie in the dance of battle, moved with the grace of the northern winds, deflecting their blows with a skill forged in the crucible of conflict. She spared their lives but claimed their crowns, a symbol of the humility and service they failed to grasp. The tale of the thwarted courtship and the dethroned kings spread like the whispering breeze through the ancient fjords. The subjects of each realm began to see Tamar not as a conqueror but as a liberator and rightful queen. The realm expanded, and peace descended like the gentle caress of snow upon an ever-expanding dominion. Thus, the Courtship of the Kings became a chapter in the saga of Tamar, the queen whose wisdom, humility, and martial prowess united realms and brought prosperity to the lands beneath her just and compassionate rule. The people hailed her not merely as a warrior queen but as a sovereign whose heart beat in harmony with the well-being of her folk.
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  3. In the darkened entrance tunnel, moments before the match... "Nelson, mate, turkey for Thanksgiving? It's like watching paint dry. Bland, dry, and utterly forgettable," Nelson quipped, his words sharp and to the point. His dark eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he leaned against the tunnel wall. Christian shot back with a grin, his quick-witted retort hanging in the air like a challenge. "Nelson, you've got it all wrong, sunshine. Thanksgiving is about tradition, and turkey is the undisputed heavyweight champ of the holiday table. Versatility, my friend! You can roast it, fry it, smoke it – it's the triple threat of festive fowl." The banter continued, a rapid-fire exchange echoing the patter and rhythms of a Ray Gitchie film. "Versatility? It's a damn bird, Christian, not a Recuecian Army knife. I'd rather have a tradition of enjoying my meal. How 'bout we spice it up with some chili or throw in some jerk chicken for a real celebration?" Nelson countered. But Christian, leaning in with a conspiratorial air, explained the beauty of a well-cooked turkey like a seasoned football coach detailing a winning strategy. "Nelson, you're missing the point, my man. Thanksgiving is about coming together, sharing a meal that screams 'Braya. Turkey embodies that spirit, and it's like a culinary handshake with history." Nelson chuckled, his grin widening. "'Braya, huh? I'd rather be shaking hands with a plate full of flavor. Our Adaikian brothers got it right with their hearty stews and savory pies. Now, that's a celebration on a plate." "Fair play, Nelson, but when you're savoring your exotic feast, just remember the warm embrace of a perfectly roasted turkey. It's a classic, like a vintage scotch or a well-placed penalty kick," Christian remarked with a knowing grin. Nelson, smirking in response, shot back, "Classic, huh? I'll stick to being a maverick in the culinary arena. Let's just hope our performance on the pitch today is more exciting than this banter." With a nod of mutual respect, the players exchanged a competitive glance before heading towards the pitch, leaving their Thanksgiving meal debate hanging in the air like the prelude to a high-stakes match.
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  4. Teralyon Suffers Narrow Defeat to Giovanniland in Thrilling World Cup Clash By Anja Suremic, Teralyon Sports Analyst ISTADIO RAQUIVAS, RYXTYLOPIA — In a heart-stopping showdown at Istadio Raquivas, Teralyon's national football team faced a bitter 1-0 defeat against Giovanniland during the 3rd World Cup hosted in Ryxtylopia. The tension in the air was palpable as both teams fought valiantly on the pitch, but ultimately, it was Giovanniland who emerged victorious, leaving Teralyon supporters disheartened but proud of their team's efforts. The lone goal of the match was netted by Giovanniland's star striker in the 67th minute, breaking the deadlock and sealing Teralyon's fate. The resilient defense on both sides and the exceptional goalkeeping made it a nail-biting contest until the final whistle echoed through Istadio Raquivas. Teralyon's coach, Isabella Mirovic, expressed her disappointment but commended the team's performance. "It was a tough match, and we gave it our all. Giovanniland played exceptionally well, and we'll learn from this experience and come back stronger," she stated during the post-match press conference. As Teralyon licks its wounds from the defeat, speculation is rife among sports analysts and passionate fans in Tarajevo regarding the team's upcoming crucial match against Peourouin at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti. The anticipation is heightened as Teralyon aims to bounce back and secure a spot in the knockout stages of the World Cup. Renowned sports analyst, Pero Javic, believes that Teralyon has the talent to overcome the setback against Giovanniland. "The team exhibited great skill and coordination despite the loss. With a few adjustments, they can certainly turn the tables in the upcoming match against Peourouin," Rodriguez commented on a popular sports talk show. Regular sports enthusiasts from Tarajevo echoed Javic's sentiments, expressing confidence in the team's ability to regroup and deliver a stellar performance against Peourouin. Social media platforms were abuzz with discussions, with fans sharing their predictions and rallying behind the national team. "Go Teralyon!! Our teams shown resilience before, and I'm confident they'll make us proud against Peourouin," said Sofia Karadzic, a fervent supporter from Tarajevo. The clash against Peourouin at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti is now a do-or-die situation for Teralyon. The nation holds its breath as the team prepares to face another formidable opponent in the quest for World Cup glory. Only time will tell if Teralyon can rise above adversity and secure a triumphant comeback on the global stage. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Teralyon's 7th Naval Fleet Reinforces Security Commitment in the Mille-Mer Sea By Davor Dalmatia, Teralyon Defense Correspondent STARI DOMA NAVAL BASE, TERALYON — In a strategic move aimed at reinforcing regional security and fortifying alliances, Teralyon has deployed its formidable 7th Naval Fleet from the Stari Doma Naval Base to the Mille-Mer Sea. The deployment, conducted in collaboration with allied nations Cambria and United Adaikes, underscores Teralyon's unwavering commitment to maintaining stability in the vital maritime region. The Mille-Mer Sea, a key nexus of international trade routes, has witnessed increased geopolitical tensions in recent months. In response to emerging challenges, Teralyon's 7th Naval Fleet, equipped with state-of-the-art naval assets and personnel trained for diverse maritime operations, is poised to contribute significantly to the region's security architecture. Rear Admiral Elena Petrovic, the commander of the 7th Naval Fleet, emphasized the importance of the deployment during a press briefing at Stari Doma Naval Base. "Our mission is clear: to safeguard the maritime interests of Teralyon and our allies, promote stability in the Mille-Mer Sea, and ensure the free flow of commerce through these vital waters," she stated. The Teralyon 7th Naval Fleet's deployment has garnered positive responses from regional leaders and defense analysts. Analyst Sofia Milosevic noted, "The strategic positioning of Teralyon's naval assets, combined with collaborative efforts with allies, enhances the overall maritime security architecture in the Mille-Mer Sea. This proactive approach sends a powerful message of deterrence to potential disruptors in the region." As the 7th Naval Fleet sets sail to patrol the Mille-Mer Sea, the international community will be closely watching the collaborative efforts of Teralyon, Cambria, and United Adaikes to maintain peace and stability in this critical maritime expanse. The joint commitment to security reflects the shared values and determination of these allied nations to safeguard the prosperity and well-being of the region.
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  5. [OOC Context Note: Broadcast the day before Match Day 1.] Melanie: From SPOT Studios in the heart of Cangham, we bring you the inaugural Football World Cup Preview, presented by Ping AI. I’m Melanie Soft, and I’m joined today by my colleague Weston Hall. Weston: Greetings! Melanie: Over the next two hours, we’re going to be breaking down the minutiae of the third Football World Cup in Ryxtylopia, and how your very own Overthinkers National Team is preparing. But first, let’s start with the basics. Weston, many of our viewers may be new to the World Cup, how would you explain the tournament in simple terms? Weston: It really is quite simple, Melanie. Twenty-four teams of gladiators have entered the arena seeking the title and international glory. These teams are comprised of the mightiest champions of the countries they respectively represent. In the interest of narrative, these teams must prove themselves against each other in a series of matches before entering the yet-more-competitive knockout stage. Weston: To prove themselves thus, teams have been assigned to four groups, each more or less evenly matched in skill to one another, but representing a wide range of skill within each group. Teams shall earn favor with the lords of the tourney by winning matches against their group, or a lesser amount of favor by tying. After each team has tested themselves against every other team in the group, the four teams most favored shall enter into the knockout stage. [Melanie is smiling at the camera, but the pain behind her eyes is obvious.] Weston: In the knockout stage, the stakes become higher. Each of these battles becomes a do-or-die situation for our gladiators. The victors live to fight another day, the losers will board a plane back home. We proceed from sixteen to eight, then to four, then finally to the last two teams remaining, who shall fight to claim the World Cup trophy. Melanie: Great! Now, let’s introduce you to what teams are playing. We start with Group A, which includes Overthinkers. [Graphic of Group A teams appears onscreen.] Melanie: Notably, this group includes the hosts, Ryxtylopia, but also includes Larxia, one of the top 5 ranked teams in international play. Besides Larxia, the teams in this group are all either unranked or within 5 ranks of one another, meaning that at least on paper, anything can happen in this group. Weston: Truly, this field was designed to give all a sporting chance, all the better for Overthinkers to improve upon their showing in the last World Cup. Melanie: For the sake of brevity, I agree. [Melanie runs through the remaining groups, with occasional interjections by Weston. Notably, Weston is thrilled by the uncertainty over whether Sasha of the Dalimbari team is a bear.] Melanie: Now, before we go to break, we’ve asked our “special analyst” some questions in advance and gotten some prognostications. Let’s hear from our sponsor, Ping AI. Hey Ping, given the teams listed, who will win the World Cup? Ping: Saint Mark. Melanie: Interesting! Can you elaborate? Ping: Because I said so. Melanie: Great! We’ll be right back after the break to introduce you fully to your Overthinkers National Team. [ad break] [Coming out of the ad break, a hype video plays. Generic rock song plays as highlights and photos of OT players flash on screen, introducing each member of the starting lineup. It then ends with the Football World Cup graphic.] Melanie: And we’re back with the Football World Cup Preview, presented by Ping AI. We’re taking a look now at our starting lineup. [A graphic of the full team roster appears on screen.] Melanie: Eight of last year’s starting eleven return this year, and two of last year’s reserves are starters this year. Altogether, there’s seven players making their World Cup debut, including Jeri M. Anders, who landed a starting role at forward. Melanie: To truly get to know these players, let’s talk to someone who has been on the world stage with many of them before. We’re joined in the studio by Ian Reid, who is missing this World Cup due to injury. Ian, I know you’d rather be in Ryx with the team, but welcome to the studio. Ian: Pleasure’s all mine, Melanie. Melanie: So you’ve seen our roster for this year. Anything that immediately catches your eye here? Ian: I said after our elimination last year that we had all the ingredients for success, but we weren’t prepared to execute. Seeing so many of the same people here, now with World Cup experience, I can only imagine we’re ready to grind. Ian: I’ll call out Max Hamilton, here, my replacement. He was a reserve last year, got some play time in, but since then he’s really stepped up his game. He would have given me a run for the starting job even if I were healthy. I think he’s every bit as good as Elle and Ryan in the backfield. Ian: Jeri, too. Even younger than Lukas and fully earned that starting job next to him. I spend some time at Highland this year and really liked what I saw from her and from that whole program. We’ve got some great younger players coming out of these smaller clubs that can only go up from here. Weston: The youths also stir the hearts of the nation, displaying some spectacular showmanship on the field that deviates from the team’s normal, reserved strategy. Ian: Yeah, and I’m torn on that, frankly. These younger players try to be flashy, they try to be heroes, and seeing Lukas go off last year only inflated their egos. This is Coach Luigi’s team, he wants you to defend the ball and score safely. Hopefully he can temper some of that recklessness. Melanie: While the starters have a lot of experience, the reserves are majority newcomers to international play. What do you make of that? Ian: They’re new to international play, but they’re not new to football. Petra and Stephen have three rings between them. Joy played for a long time at West and is accustomed to the rise and grind that this team plays. If they can shake off the nerves early, they’ll be just fine. Melanie: Love it. Thanks for joining us today, Ian, and hope you can get back to the pitch soon. Ian: Myself and my doctors have differing opinions on that. Cheers. Melanie: Before we go to break, we have another question for our sponsor, Ping AI. Hey Ping, who will be the Overthinkers team MVP this World Cup? Ping: Chris Peterson. Melanie: Chris isn’t playing this year. Ping: Chris Peterson. Melanie: O-kay, stay tuned. After the break, we got a moment with the Overthinking team after they touched down in Ryxenia. [ad break] Weston: Welcome back, dear viewers, to the Football World Cup Preview, presented by the incomparable Ping AI. We’d lose our jobs if we actually used this product at SPOT, but that’s our problem, not yours. Melanie: Ahem. Yes. Earlier this week, the Overthinkers National Team departed from Cangham International Airport and arrived in Ryxenia, the capital of Ryxtylopia. Once the team got through customs, we caught up with them in transit to their lodgings. Let’s hear now from field correspondent Emily Corral. Emily [voiceover as B-roll plays]: The Overthinkers National Team has arrived in Ryxenia for the third Football World Cup. The city is warm and vibrant, and the streets are lined with football fans, thrilled to have an event of this significance on their home turf. [Half of a protest sign comes into frame before the scene abruptly changes.] Emily [now on-camera]: We’ve gotten exclusive access to the team bus as the team travels to one of Ryxenia’s finest hotels. I’m here standing next to Ray Chang, one of the veterans of this team. Ray, how was your trip? Ray: It was just fine. We all thought the plane ride was shorter than expected, and when we got off, we were surrounded by some of the finest architecture we had ever seen. Like, completely blown away by how beautiful and grandiose everything was. But it turned out we had actually landed in Saint Mark. Our plane had an instrument issue that needed fixing. So by the time we got here to Ryxenia it was… [Ambassador von Edelgard peeks out from the seat back behind Ray.] Ray: ...also pretty great. You can tell there’s a lot of money in this place. [von Edelgard recedes.] Emily: I see. We now have Coach Wendell Luigi right here. Coach, how is the team feeling after the trip? Coach: They’re ready to roll. It was a pretty smooth trip, despite the interruption. We’re all super locked in and ready to get practicing. Emily: Now Coach, we haven’t had a chance to talk to you since Lucille Lyons resigned from the team at the last minute and then dropped off the map. Has there been any impact from that on the team? Coach: I can’t speak from the players, they’re each dealing in their own way. All I have to say on the matter that’s fit for TV is, you picked a fine time to leave us, Lucille. But we were able to get George called up to fill her slot. The kid’s ecstatic—you can tell it’s a dream come true for him. I want to focus on the positivity of that. Emily: Understood. You guys are playing Alchera in the first match. Are there any particular strategies you have for them? Coach: Not particularly. They’re a solid team, we’re about evenly matched from what I saw last year. We will go out there and play our game, and make them play our game too. And we’ll adjust from there. Emily: Larxia is far and away the strongest team in Group A. Do they give you any concern? Coach: We only have to worry about them once before the knockouts. We’ll try our hardest, but we’re giving our all in every game. Emily: Thanks for your time, Coach. [Cut back to studio.] Melanie: Thanks, Emily. Now, one more question for our sponsor, Ping AI. Ping, what World Cup team has the potential to be a dark horse this year? Ping: Kalmach. Melanie: Good call! Why is that? Ping: Because I said so. [ad break]
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  6. Overthinkers National Football Team Overview The Overthinkers National Football Team returns to the international stage, intent to run it back a second time under veteran coach Wendell Luigi. 7 new faces grace the roster, but the team remains star-studded—bringing back dynamic defender duo Elle Colossus and Ryan Peck, not to mention Lukas Reeves, the kid from Cargan who captured Overthinkers' hearts. Team Information Style Mod: -2.4 Head Coach: Wendell A. Luigi (Brunnes FC) Home Stadium: Gladius World Stadium, Cangham (capacity 59,993) Roster # Player Position Club Hometown Starters 2 Barker, Emmy Goalkeeper Brunnes FC Exvia 5 Chang, Ray Defender Cangham West Aurum 6 Hamilton, Max Defender Aurum Union Hestmere 9 Colossus, Elle Defender Brunnes FC Brunnes 11 Peck, Ryan Defender Brunnes FC Cangham 17 Wilkins, Peter Midfielder Hestmere Brunnes 21 Cobb, Amie Midfielder Cangham West Occida 29 Poole, Cain Midfielder Cangham North Cangham 30 Rollins, Karli Midfielder FC Worth Bellman 42 Anders, Jeri* Forward Highland FC Finnes 49 Reeves, Lukas Forward/Mid Cargan Valley Cargan Reserves 1 Allen, Alan* Goalkeeper Hestmere Aurum 4 Donovan, Jen Goalkeeper FC Worth Occida 8 Tiers, Stephen* Defender Brunnes FC Exvia 11 Bryan, Hamilton* Defender Aurum Union Aurum 15 Miranda, Anika Defender Francoist Aurum Legion Anders 22 Nephropida, Petra* Midfielder Cangham North Cangham 26 Cannon, George* Midfielder FC Worth Worth 41 Gerano, Kyle Forward Cangham West Aurum 46 Bering, Joy* Forward Highland FC Coard *denotes players making their first FWC appearance Kit The special kits for FWC3 have been produced in cooperation with Quentin Code, the official sportswear sponsor of OT Football. RP Permissions Injure my players: Yes Assign my players yellow cards: Yes Assign my players red cards: Yes Godmodding: Consult first
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  7. Coach: Josep Hernandez RP Permissions: Injure my players: yes (only minor) (max 1 match missed) Assign my players yellow cards: yes Assign my players red cards: no Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: yes (but ask we can probably do it together) Godmod other events: yes (but ask we can probably do it together) Style Modifier: +3 The team will deploy a 4-3-3 formation for the 3rd Football World Cup. Jerseys of the Larxian National Team Home Kit: (<<More kits to be release closer to the tournaent>>)
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  8. Preferred Formation: 3-5-2 Starting Eleven Name Kit Number Position Ohisdi Ugasesdi 8 Goalkeeper Ayeli Igvyiditlvanigisdi 6 Center back Adalagisgv Dagvwalodi 7 Center back Tahlonteeskee Tlogesi 5 Center back Awiinageehi Dinanelohvsgi 30 Defensive Midfielder Unalii Alisoqualvdi 9 Center Midfielder Goyadv Gasohi 19 Center Midfielder Gasohi Dinanelohvsgi 99 Left Wing Back Ahneewakee Uyatsvsv 11 Right Wing Back Ama-Edohi Tsonusv 22 Attacking Midfield Gaduanuwosdi Quamone 2 Centre Forward Reserve Name Kit Number Position Kunokeski Ahoka 28 Goalkeeper Scolaguta Awiakta 13 Goalkeeper Mohe Catawanee 16 Center back Nazshoni Aselu 4 Center back Sallali Dugani 15 Defensive Midfielder Takatoka Gvnhalasidena 43 Defensive Midfielder Tsoi Akanugahli 24 Center Midfielder Wahya Agola 14 Center Midfielder Ya'no Agataya 56 Left Wing Back Wahalanutah Kaluge 31 Left Wing Back Gola Cotegi 39 Right Wing Back Junaluska Nawote 25 Right Wing Back Deyani Tagolv 17 Attacking Midfield Dikayuga Tlanesgi 28 Attacking Midfield Washoe Waneti 21 Centre Forward Yona Kudesgv 54 Centre Forward Kit Injure my players: yes Assign my players yellow cards: yes Assign my players red cards: yes Godmod injuries: DM me Godmod scoring: DM me Godmod other events: DM me Style Mod: Yes, all the style +2.5
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  9. The Rise of Necrobotics: Unraveling Saint-Josalyn's Eight-Legged Enigma "The Rise of Necrobotics: Unraveling Saint-Josalyn's Eight-Legged Enigma" The city of Saint-Josalyn became a backdrop for the unfolding narrative, as the team grappled with the ethical implications of their work. The once-contained experiment, now a beacon of scientific ambition, raised questions about the responsible advancement of technology and the unforeseen consequences of manipulating nature. "Unraveling Saint-Josalyn's Eight-Legged Enigma" became a compelling tale of ingenuity, ethical dilemmas, and the relentless pursuit of understanding the intricate dance between biology and robotics. As the necrobotic spiders entered the spotlight, Saint-Josalyn found itself at the crossroads of scientific progress, prompting a reevaluation of the delicate balance between innovation and ethical considerations in the quest for knowledge. In the discreet confines of Queen's College, nestled in the heart of Saint-Josalyn, a scientific odyssey unfolded, delving into the intersection of cutting-edge research and the enigmatic world of necrobotic spiders. Driven by the relentless pursuit of knowledge, a team of researchers embarked on a groundbreaking experiment that would redefine the boundaries of bioengineering. At the helm of this venture was Dr. Karl Einarsen, a seasoned entomologist. Guided by his vision, the team, including the formidable Dr. Anu Sildre, a geneticist, and the innovative, Dr. Marek Olsen, set out to unravel the secrets hidden within the realm of necrobotics. Necrobotics, the fusion of robotics and the study of necrotic spiders, became the focal point of the team's endeavors. The researchers sought to harness the unique attributes of these spiders and integrate them seamlessly with cutting-edge robotic technology. Within the state-of-the-art laboratories of Queen's College, Dr. Sildre's expertise in genetic manipulation and Dr. Olsen's mastery of robotics converged. The goal was to create a groundbreaking synergy where the innate capabilities of necrotic spiders could be augmented and controlled through meticulous engineering. As the experiment progressed, the necrobotic spiders, now imbued with enhanced capabilities, underwent rigorous testing. The researchers scrutinized their venomous prowess, adaptability, and intelligence, pushing the boundaries of what was previously thought possible. The laboratory became a crucible of innovation, where the relentless pursuit of knowledge met the tangible realities of arachnid bioengineering.
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  10. —and the Landslag’s next match comes tomorrow against Hertfordia, ranked 11. Until then, keep it cool! Midday sunlight bathed the small apartment in Eidanger as Ylva switched the radio off. Thankfully their windows faced south to catch what little sun came this time of year. The light glinted off rooftops, the last of the leaves were falling from the trees, flurries blew through the air. It was peaceful. Anyway, back to work it was. Ylva turned back to their desk and sat down, staring at the teleplay in front of them... “Hmm, really some could use work on this scene...” thought Ylva, and pressed on.
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  11. "Mr. President," National Security Adviser Marian Proudfoot broke the silence when Red Palace Chief of Staff Jed Gill asked if there were no more topics to be discussed after finishing the last item presented in Other Matters as discussed at the start of the meeting. It was the time of the month when Luke Salazar, the President of the Federal Republic, had his Cabinet Cluster Meeting. "Not now, Marian," Gill interjected. Salazar only had to look at the far left of the table where Proudfoot was seated and to Gill at the right of Vice President Mel Gaspar (the VP is sitting next to the President's right side) and back to Proudfoot, which urged the former to speak. She cleared her throat before continuing. "Mr. President, it is the National Security Council's Secretariat's opinion that we should be eagerly monitoring the 'civil unrest' in Ryxtylopia with the Football World Cup happening." Salazar looked to his left, where the Military Affairs Secretary Carlo Charlton was sitting, and started, "Foreign Affairs is under your cluster, right?" "Yes, Mr. President," Charlton replied. Salazar nodded upwards, urging him to talk. "Ah, yes, Mr. President," Charlton continued, "it was discussed in our previous meeting in the Security, Justice, and Peace Cluster early this month, but the members decided not to apprise you yet unless we have an actual action plan that we can present to you. Right now, we're just implementing need-to-act protocols only." "I want the facts on my table in an hour, Carl," Salazar instructed Charlton before facing Proudfoot again, "you should also give me a briefer from your perspective, Marian. Though what do you recommend?" "Our assets in Ryxtylopia will continue monitoring the riots. If something worsens, I call Carlo and initiate the plan depending on where our players are by the time our plan commences. I have already submitted my recommendations on what to do when they are not playing any matches with contingencies when they are in the hotel or if one or two players or staff are not with the team, when they are transiting to or from the game, or when they are currently playing," Proudfoot replied. "Are the recommendations plausible?" Salazar asked Charlton. "We can work around the plans, Sir," Charlton replied. "Very good. Current logistics?" Salazar asked again. "A platoon of inactive graduates of the Executive Protection Course not detailed in the Presidential Security Service is currently in Ryxtylopia providing cover, Mr. President," Charlton replied. "They are equipped with only our military-issue handgun with four extra clips in their presence at all times. Their operational command and control are under the Headquarters and Headquarters Services Battalion, under Major John Read, of the Adaikesian brigade we sent to the Matixarrati Base. Once we receive confirmation from Marian, two platoons will push towards urban Ryxtylopia and implement the necessary action plan." "Mr. President," Gill interrupted, "is the plan more of an overkill? The presence of a foreign military alone, not only in any urban area, but what if they are playing in Ryxenia?" "Well, we hope that the riots do not escalate," Proudfoot raised her voice a little. "I'll talk to Edyuardó [Etsañó, the Ryxtylopian President]," Salazar raised his index finger and massaged his temples, "but the Union needs to know about this." "I'll talk to Anne [Duncan, the Adaikesian Foreign Affairs Secretary], Luke," Gaspar inserted, "We'll let her talk to her counterparts in Teralyon and Cambria."
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  12. Zona, almost a century prior... Sometimes – times like this perfect dawn, for instance – it amused Frei rem Gofain to play a private game. The game was called "pretend there isn’t a war on." It was relatively easy in some respects. It was quiet, and the night chill was giving way to a still cool as sunrise came up over the city. From where he sat, he could see the wide bay, hazy in the morning mist, and the sea beyond it, blue-grey, glittering. The city of Zona itself – a mix of modern construction, low-rise homes, and ancient steeples – was peaceful and quiet, huddled on the wide headland in a quaint, antiquated manner, as it had done for twenty-nine centuries. Sea birds wheeled overhead, which spoiled it slightly, because he envied them their wings and their freedom, but still, at these times, it was easy to play the game. Zona was not Gofain's birth-town (he’d been delivered, a silent, uncomplaining infant, forty two years earlier in Zhuna Ra on the far side of the Gulf of Golden Fronds), but he had, unilaterally, adopted it. It was smaller than Zhuna Ra, prettier, a littoral town that understood the mechanisms of the sea and, with its universities and its many schools, was famous as a seat of learning. It was older than most others too. The old town quarter had been standing for two hundred years when the first plucky Azten began sinking their sharp teeth into the banks of the sacred river to raise Ior Aria. Zona, dear old Zona, was one of the oldest cities in the infinite empire. Gofain had adopted Zona partly because of its distinguished past, mostly because he’d been stationed there for six years. He’d come to know it well: its eating houses, its coastal pavilions and piers, its libraries and museums. It was the place he’d always longed to return to every time he snapped the canopy shut and waved the fitters away. And it was the place he always had come back to. Even the last time. "You there! Driver!" The voice broke through his thoughts. He sat up in the worn leather seat of the cargo transport and looked out. Lord Silan, the Order of Ordinance dispatcher, was coming over towards him, three aides wobbling along in his wake like novice wingmen. Silan’s long robes fluttered out behind him and his boots were raising dust from the dry earth. His voice was pitched high, like the seabirds’ calls. Gofain didn’t like SIlan much. His game was ruined now. The dispatcher's call had made him drop his eyeline to take in the ground and the airfield. And no one could pretend there wasn’t a war when they saw that. Gofain opened his cab door and climbed down to meet the dispatcher. He’d been up waiting since five, sipping coffee from a flask and munching on a coil of local bread. "Lord," he said, saluting. He didn’t have to. The unctuous man had no military rank, but old habits, like Gofain himself, died hard. Dispatcher Silan had a clipboard in his hands. He looked up and down Gofain, and the grubby transport behind him. "Driver Gofain, F. R.? Vehicle 143?" "As you well know, Lord," said Gofain. Silan made a check in one of the boxes on his sheet. "Fuelled and roadworthy?" Gofain nodded. "As of 05.00. I was issued coupons for forty litres of II-grade, and I filled up at the depot before I came on duty." Silan checked another box. "Do you have the receipt?" Gofain produced the paper slip from his coat pocket, smoothed it flat, and handed it to the dispatcher. Silan studied it. "Forty point zero-three litres, driver?" Gofain shrugged. "The nozzle guns aren’t really accurate, Lord. I stopped it when it wound over forty, but the last few drops–" "You should take care to be more accurate," Silan said flatly. One of his aides nodded. "Have you ever fuelled a vehicle from the depot tanks, Lord?" Gofain said lightly. "Of course not!" "Well, if you had, you might know how tricky it is to get the wind exact." "Don’t you blame me for your inaccuracies, driver!" Silan sputtered. "Essential resources such as fuel must be managed and rationed to the millilitre! That is the task of the Holy Order of Ordinance! There’s a war on, don’t you realise?" "I had heard…" Silan ignored him and looked at the nodding aide. "What’s zero-three of a litre II-grade at base cost?" The aide made a quick calculation in his head. "Rounding down, ten and a half claria, Lord." "Round up. And deduct it from the next paycheck of driver Gofain, F. R." "So recorded, Lord." Silan turned back to Gofain. "Transportation run. Personnel. Pick up within thirty minutes from the Hotel Royale in–" "I know where it is." "Good. Convey them to the dispersal point at MAB South. Do you understand? Fine. Then sign here." As he signed his name, his stiffened fingers struggling with the pencil, Gofain asked: "Are they fliers? Fliers from the East at last?" Silan huffed. "Not for me to say. There’s a war on." "You think I don’t know that, Lord?" Gofain asked. As he took back the clipboard and the pen, Silan looked up at Gofain's face and made eye contact for the first time. What he saw made him shudder. "Carry on, driver," he said, and hurried away. Gofain climbed up into his battered transport and turned the engine over. Blue-black smoke coughed and spurted from the exhaust. Lifting the brake, he rolled the truck down the gentle slope of the hardpan and drove off along the field circuit trackway, following the chain link fence. The game was certainly ruined now. No pretending any more. Here were fuel tankers, smeared with black waste, armoured hangars, repair sheds reverberating with the noise of tools, lines of coils on their trolleys, munitions trains parked and empty on verges of swishing grass. And airstrips. Cracked concrete looking like psoriatic skin in the early light, with four-engine bombers sulking on their hardstands, props like sabre-blades raised in threat, hook-winged dive-bombers under tarps, fitters and armourers working around them. Beyond the strips, facing the sea, lay the long runway and the Firebirds, stretched out and vaguely glinting in the rising sun. Five Firebirds sat idle at the head of the roads. Dark blue with grey undersides, they were tiny, one-man planes with stubby wings and tails, their engine cowling stripped, their nose guns muzzled. They looked squat, leaden. But Gofain knew how they felt to fly. He knew how they ran down those runways, throttles right back, engines farting and popping as they fired to velocity. The bellydropping jink as they cleared the ground and lifted up into the blue, raw and throbbing. The cold smell of the cockpit. The reek of rubber and steel, fuel, nitrous. The feel of being aloft, alive… Gold above, how he missed it. At the gate, beside the staked revets and the heavy fences, he pulled over to let a munitions convoy roll in. He glanced up into the driving mirror and, for a moment, saw himself. More than anything, more than even the airfield full of prepping warplanes, the sight of himself reminded Frei rem Gofain that his cherished game was only pretend. There was, inescapably, a war on.
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  13. The trio were meant to be flying across the Darkesian Sea in their military plane towards Saint Mark to circumvent it. Problem was, May was flying... R. Hammond: While we could be thundering past Giovanniland, James is making our lives a misery... again. [Clarkson looks down to what's below them.] J. Clarkson: Er... we can't be at Ryxtylopia already, right? R. Hammond: James, why can I see a nation? J. May: Er, because I went in the wrong direction mate. I didn't tell you this, I made a route towards the Andolian Territories of Giovanniland and have had to go along through there a bit and we'll head up toward- R. Hammond: H- I'm sorry? We, on a route towards Saint Mark, have flown into Andoliavilla? J. May: Yeah mate. Sorry. R. Hammond: So you've made us get lost in this farm prop as well as slower. J. Clarkson: That is the face of a Hammond who knows that all the pre-flight checks in the world can't compensate for being stuck in an airborne tumble dryer with Esferos' slowest man at the controls. Also it's Andoliaville. R. Hammond: No, Andoliavilla. J. May: Officially it's called the Andolian Territories of Giovanniland, but they call it Giovandolia so that's what its name is. J. Clarkson: James, we're not from Giovanniland, we're from Hertfordshire-Jammbo. We call it Endeuliyevil or Entestiprazye and that translates to Andoliaville. R. Hammond: I maintain your wrongness on this. J. May: I was being correct. J. Clarkson: Pfft, whatever. R. Hammond: No you weren't. J. May: And anyway, it's a colony. They ought to leave this continent. R. Hammond: Has James been swapped for a Varanian? J. Clarkson: He's not a Varanian, but he is an old lady. J. May: I'm a what? No sorry, I missed that. R. Hammond: I mean... I knew he was from the 10th century, but really? J. Clarkson: He's always been an old lady, he was born an old lady. Congratulations Mrs. May, it's an old lady! [Hammond laughs into the air, May is confused.] J. Clarkson: Anyway, back to the main topic, we're lost. J. May: No we're not. I think. R. Hammond: Whichever way you cut it, this is the wrong way. J. Clarkson: Hang on a second. We're flying in a plane from the Armed Forces. R. Hammond: Yeah. J. Clarkson: I hope the Giovannilandians don't send a welcome party. R. Hammond: How are you doing? J. Clarkson: Yeah, I'm fine. How about you? R. Hammond: We're going the wrong way, we've veered off west into Andoliavilla and are flying over it right now. So that's a no. J. Clarkson: A route imposed by James' inability to use a map. R. Hammond: We have to fly over every town. There's a place called Giovenoria that could be a bit tricky for us. Ugh... [Hammond puts his head in his hands in despair. Clarkson adjusts the camera through which Hertfordians and Jammbonians (and Hertmerians) back home are watching them.] J. Clarkson: So if you've just started watching us, an update on our trip for you. We're behind schedule... by miles. [The plane continues to fly through Giovanniland and out onto the Darkesian Sea where it has to divert heavily to avoid encroaching onto any more countries. It's passing along the coast of Dilber when Hammond pipes up again when he tries to eat his lunch.] R. Hammond: James. I've got no fork. J. May: Yeah, it's not allowed on the flight. R. Hammond: Well it's just as well 'cause if I had any cutlery right now it'd be sticking out your neck! J. Clarkson: Richard. R. Hammond: Yeah? J. Clarkson: I found these sheets. Do you think I should show this to the audience? R. Hammond: I don't see why not. Style: +1.7 RP permissions If my opponent RPs first, they may... Injure my players: yes Assign my players yellow cards: no Assign my players red cards: no Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: no Godmod other events: no A sheet with what was seemingly useful drivel on there. But the trio had figured out that this must have been important otherwise it wouldn't be in the plane with them. It looked like some kind of permission slip. J. Clarkson: Certainly, the roster of The Genesis is more of an engineering triumph than James' plane... R. Hammond: We've got no bloody forks. J. May: Stop whinging about the ruddy in-flight food, man. R. Hammond: Fuck's sake... J. May: And don't jig about, 'cause we're climbing. We're struggling a bit here. R. Hammond: I am not jiggling! J. May: Yeah, but Jeremy is. R. Hammond: How rubbish is this thing if I can't even lift a chocolate bar to my face without us crashing into a mountain of drugs or Quiyakaso?! J. Clarkson: I know what will cheer you up, Richard. Let's talk about a car made back home, the Buralati Chirkov. More specifically, the special "Legends of the Snow" version that was made in honour of the Hertfordshire & Jammbo cricket team that won the T20 World Cup. You know, even though there are these huge cooling guts and the engine has no cover at all, that thing has 11 radiators. 4 to cool the engine itself, 3 for the intercoolers, 1 to do the axle oil, 1 to do the engine oil and 2 to cool the hydraulic fluid used to raise it's rear spoiler. ...It's got more radiators than my house! R. Hammond: ...That was made in Hertfordshire & Jammbo? J. Clarkson: I know it seems absurd but I promise you, it's not as far fetched as it seems. Most of our land is untouched countryside with mountain ranges, lakes, a lot of snow and miles of quiet straight roads. It's the sort of country a hypercar could unleash everything it has in, providing the roads aren't too covered in ice or frost. The Buralati Chirkov that Clarkson was talking about. It has a quad-turbo W16 engine that produces 1,578bhp and goes to a top speed of 305m/h. It's the fastest car that Hertfordshire & Jammbo has managed thus far. It's named after legendary Hertmerian racing driver Lui Chirkov. He is believed to be living at Hestmere in Overthinkers, but this has yet to be proven. R. Hammond: That is just... wow. Incredible. J. Clarkson: You know what else is incredible? R. Hammond: What? J. Clarkson: James looks like he's preparing another lump of disappointment. J. May: Hammond? Clarkson? We have to stop for fuel. R. Hammond: Well, why didn't you put more in? J. May: Well I filled it up. That's as much as it takes. R. Hammond: So we've got to pull over for petrol? J. May: Are you, er, are you familiar with the basic principles of flight? R. Hammond: No. J. May: One of the problems we have is because the plane is heavily loaded is that we need, essentially, more lift so we have to fly with the wings at a slightly higher angle... R. Hammond: Oh god... J. Clarkson: I'm nodding off. [May continues his lecture, which takes so long that by the time he had finished, they were flying over their destination. Not that May was aware of this.] J. Clarkson: Guys? J. May: Yeah? J. Clarkson: We're here. Look. [Hammond and May look out of the windscreen and window respectively to see Ryxenia coming into view.] J. May: Guess we don't need to stop for fuel after all. Just need to re-fill when we land. J. Clarkson: Or whatever it is that flying fridge-freezers run on. R. Hammond: I'm starting to think James' plane plan wasn't as lightning fast as I'd first imagined. J. May: Remind me to tell the person who refuels our planes to stop being such a Fujansk trade unionist and get on with it. J. Clarkson: Oh! Before we go, viewers, I want to show you this. It's the roster of The Mafia, otherwise known as The Genesis. I'd have shown this to you earlier but, well, you know... [Clarkson uses his head to gesture to May.] J. May: "Wait a minute. Why did Petersburg edit her profile to have horns?" | Esmeralda P.: "I don't have to disclose that." | R. Hammond: "The thing about having a deaf-mute captain is that no one besides us lot know what we're planning. Unless you happen to have complete knowledge of sign language." J. Clarkson: Can I just point out that the first match of Hertfordshire & Jammbo has finished already? We drew 0-0 with Saint Mark. J. May: Has it? How's that happened? J. Clarkson: Maybe it has to do with the fact that your pre-flight checks and sense of direction have caused us to be catastrophically late? J. May: Oh cock... The trio and their plane finally landed in a field nearby Ryxenia, from which Clarkson and Hammond got into a Buralati Chirkov that the HAJFF had shipped to Ryxtylopia for them. May meanwhile chose to get on the team coach - named "The Ragnarök" - where he received a verbal hammering from assistant manager Tess on the way to Saltavacha. | 𐑣𐑸'𐑘𐑱 𐑛𐑰 𐑤𐑨𐑛𐑟! (Ha'wei Di Ladz!) | | Ha'way The Lads! | | Придъ'няпредванеи На Младеч! (Pride'napredvanei Na Mladezh!) |
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  14. Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical Releases Statement on Potential Legal Action Regarding Espionage of GlucovanceX Saint Aiaden, November 18 1423 - Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical, a leading biotech company specializing in medical innovation, issues this statement in response to recent allegations of industrial espionage and the misuse of advanced AI decryption tools affecting our groundbreaking diabetes medication, GlucovanceX. Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical is actively considering legal action against the government for its alleged interference in encrypted communications and unauthorized access to critical trade secrets. The situation raises concerns about the potential compromise of our intellectual property, constituting a breach of trust and infringement upon our rights. Our internal team is diligently assessing the extent of the potential damage to GlucovanceX's proprietary information. The use of AI decryption tools in this alleged espionage adds complexity to the matter, requiring thorough examination by national and possibly international arbitrators. Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical is committed to transparency, ethical practices, and safeguarding our intellectual property rights. Before formalizing any legal action, we will conduct an extensive internal investigation to evaluate the situation comprehensively. Partners in the pharmaceutical industry is closely monitoring these developments, anticipating potential implications for the intersection of technology, government, business, and private entities' rights. Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical has engaged legal representation and is prepared to address the alleged misuse of AI decryption tools in what may become an unprecedented legal proceeding. For media inquiries, please contact: Melanie Gorges Senior Public Relations Specialist Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical publicrelations@wap.nb About Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical is a pioneering biotech company dedicated to breakthroughs in medical science. With a commitment to innovation and improving global health, Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical strives to deliver cutting-edge solutions to address unmet medical needs. Disclaimer This press statement contains forward-looking statements based on current expectations and beliefs. These statements are subject to various risks and uncertainties that could cause actual results to differ materially. Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical undertakes no obligation to update any forward-looking statements.
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  15. The Big Day - Fire n’ Fireworks As police cars stood outside and the checkpoints near the Rivalda calmed down from the wave of laser pointers collected, the ceremony finally began at 12:00, with important figures taking place at one of the boxes in the center part of one of the sides of the stadium. The president of the FRF: Hildo Gailavéz stepped up to give a brief speech to a crowd, both Ryxtylopians foreigners and the press. “I welcome everybody to Ryxtylopia, were me and the FRF, in cooperation with the government are proud to announce that after our bid for the III World Cup of Football was accepted we’re happy to receive you all here.” Gailavéz slightly adjusts his tie. “Its of the greatest honors for me the FRF and Ryxtylopia to host this tournament, and the intense work and investments have paid off, we are confident of our nation’s ability to host this tournament and i as well as all the people here hope that this tournament will be remembered as one of the best in the edition for decades to come.” Gailavéz steps down as the crowd start applauding, in time for the president Edyuardo, to step up; a complicated man for sure, wanting to protect the average ryxtylopian whilst selling out the country’s labor, helping big business and allowing foreigners to set up a military presence in Ryxtylopia. Edyuardo started his brief speech to oficially mark the start of the tournament, before the first match between Ryxtylopia and Kalmach would happen in a few hours. The crowd applauds him. “Thank you, thank you, like my fellow compatriot said i'm very proud that my country will get to host this tournament.” Edyuardo pauses for a moment as he read the speech, just as the cameras focused on him to see a green dot, on his face, a laser had gotten through, however this laser was only able to stay focused on his face for less than half a minute as security forces off camera quickly apprehended to perpetrator and took them away. “And now with this, im proud to announce, this 17th of November, of the year 1423 the World Cup of Football in Ryxtylopia, to mark the third edition of the tournament has now officially started!” The crowd applauds and cheers, as bags of balloons are released; the president stays in place as a speaker announces: “Now with accord with the law, we will honor the president of the nation, and all ryxtylopian citizens by playing the national anthem of the Ryxtylopian Federation, followed by the cultural tournament.” The Ryxtylopian national anthem starts playing, most stood respectfully but a group in the crowd whistled and booed during the ordeal, while it wasn’t too loud, it was audible making it sort of an akward moment, for the duration of the anthem. But soon after the anthem stopped, music started playing as the cultural exposition started, with traditional ryxtylopian music playing as dancers went to the pitch to give a brief cultural exposition. This lasted about an hour before it ended, the president gave one final remark: “And I give a cordial welcome to all the foreigners that have decided to travel here to watch the tournament. I and the rest of the ministers hope that you will have a great time here and this will be one of the best tournaments in the history of world football.” The crowds cheered and some booed in the corner as the president stepped down, the fireworks were scheduled after the match with kalmach later in the day, for now he took another route into his limo waiting outside, since with about 4 hours left before the match, he needed to discuss things with Gilchabó, the two parted off from the stadium at 1:14 p.m.
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  16. The players get settled in for a long flight all the way to the Northern Auran nation of Ryxtylopia, where 24 deserving teams will fight it out for the Grand Prize, the Football World Cup trophy. The star-studded team of the Andolian juggernaut, Larxia, ranked 4th in the World of Football, has had quite the history with the trophy. They came so close to winning it all in the 1st World Cup, but narrowly missed out on the greatest honour in the world of football, denied by Nieubasria. The 2nd time-around, Larxia once again made it to the quarterfinals. Another heartbreaking moment for Larxia in the history of Football World Cup. This time the players look prepared to get it all for our nation, they have gone there as a unit stronger than ever before. The bonding and brotherhood of the team has been higher than ever before. The players have quite literally fought for each other, with every team-mate rallying behind the most influential and inspirational captain in the history of Larxian football. He has been one of the greatest ambassadors of Larxian football across Esferos. There was a slight concern regarding the World Cup being hosted by Ryxtylopia, due to the nation's history of the oppression of the poor. Several influential figures cited the mistreatment of citizens as a Human Rights issue. This had the football fans in Larxia divided. Some believed that the Larxian nation must uphold the standards of Human Rights and boycott the tournament being held in the Auran nation, while others believed that this was an internal issue of Ryxtylopia, that must not be interfered with. To clear any speculations of Larxia participating in the tournament, the FFL President, Mr. Nahuel Garcia, made a clear statement that the FFL will be sending a delegation to Ryxtylopia for the upcoming Football World Cup. He also highlighted the importance of separating sport and politics in his public statement.
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  17. As I sit in the bustling Tarajeva international airport, eagerly awaiting my flight to Ryxtylopia, the anticipation for the upcoming Third World Cup is palpable. The vibrant energy of football enthusiasts, draped in jerseys representing nations from across the globe, fills the air. Ryxtylopia, a nation known for its rich cultural tapestry and warm hospitality, is set to host the world's premier football event for the first time. As a local journalist from Teralyon, I find myself on the cusp of a unique and exciting experience, ready to witness the beautiful game unfold in a new and exotic setting. The journey to Ryxtylopia promises more than just the thrill of football. The host country has spared no effort in creating an immersive and unforgettable experience for fans and players alike. From the majestic stadiums nestled against the backdrop of Ryxtylopia's stunning landscapes to the carefully curated cultural events, the Third World Cup is shaping up to be a celebration of unity and diversity. Local Ryxtylopian cuisine, a delightful fusion of flavors, awaits visitors, promising a gastronomic journey that mirrors the diversity of the participating nations. As I prepare for my flight, I can't help but imagine the roar of the crowds, the dramatic goals, and the shared moments of joy that will undoubtedly define this World Cup. The tournament holds great significance for Ryxtylopia, not only as a sporting spectacle but also as an opportunity to showcase its warmth and hospitality to the world. The enthusiasm of the local population is infectious, with communities coming together to celebrate the spirit of football and extend a warm welcome to visitors from every corner of the globe. As the plane taxis down the runway, I carry with me the excitement of a Teralyon journalist fortunate enough to witness history unfold in Ryxtylopia. The Third World Cup is not just about goals and victories; it's a testament to the power of sport to transcend borders and bring people together. Here's to a tournament that promises unforgettable moments and leaves a lasting imprint on the hearts of football fans worldwide.
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  18. FSTV 1 - Saint Andreisburg Morning Natasha, Anchor: "... and turning to the world of sports, while it isn't rugby, the Footblues have landed in Ryxtylopia to compete in the third World Cup of Football. Reporting from the games is our very own Dmitry. Dmitry, can you tell us how the flight was for the team?" Dmitry, Sports Reporter: "Good afternoon, Natasha! It was a long journey for the Dalimbari squad to get here... wherever here is. Oh yes, Ryxenia. As airspace was not granted by the barbaric dwarves to the east of the Free State for a more direct flight to Ryxtylopia, we had to do the long "High Thulian to Tethys" route. No matter, our squad got here in the end. All Ivans and Sasha are getting prepared for their first match against... um... Pedandria? Genuinely don't know where that is, but apparently it is a country! These barbarians are cute, making up new places for us to play against." Natasha: "And how is Sasha in particular doing after such a long flight?" Dmitry: "She may have tried to make a swing at local security shortly after we landed but in the end she calmed down after being presented a tray of salmon and berries. Along with the Ivans she is in good spirits and seems eager to maul the competition." Natasha: "She's becoming a hero of mine. One might say she's becoming my... spirit animal, hah!" Dmitry: "Oh, I think the feed cut out there for a sec, Natasha. What was that?" Natasha: "Nevermind. How are the Ryxtylopians doing with preparing for the games?" Dmitry: "There is certainly a buzz in the air, with stadiums undergoing final preparations and locals getting into arguments over who will win. At least, that is what I assume happened in some of the... what's more barbaric than barbarian living, a slum? Yes, slums. Though, compared to our comrades in the Militsiya, I found that the security forces here were lax when it came to breaking things up. Perhaps they can learn from our great nation once we win a second world cup this year?" Natasha: "Exciting stuff, Dmitry. Keep us up to date. And now, the weather..."
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  19. The Big Day - Trouble Brews It was finally the day when the third edition of the Football World Cup would start; after winning the bid, and preparing the stadiums, the top officials of the FRF, and the Ryxtylopian government felt ready to host the tournament, as fans and the national teams started arriving in the country. However, whilst the preparations for the ceremony finished, and police and security elements prepared to open up the Franco Rivalda, in other parts of Ryxenia trouble was already brewing. In the Itsía and Tivirxas neighborhoods some of the poorer in Ryxenia, protests had already started, with a few hundred people gathering in opposition to the tournament, their arguments being that Ryxtylopia has way bigger issues that need to be solved, and that funds directed towards a Football Tournament would just be wasted on something temporary. However, considering the bid had already been accepted, the government wasn’t going to pull out, and with foreign media and reporters already present, the chief of the Department of Internal Security: Vachas Gilchabó, ordered police elements to start moving out into poorer areas of Ryxenia; protesters were suppressed within minutes of the first instances of unrest being reported. In Tivirxas, on the main road, police in riot gear, and armed with rubber bullets, tear gas, and water cannons began clearing protesters from the main street, and working on dispersing the groups, injuries soon began being reported, with the incident at 6:30 p.m. on Hilitpa-Vyriantia Street involving police elements dispersing a crowd resulting in over 30 people injured. Media were told NOT to report on the situation, the reason given was that the protesters were at fault, for being “opponents of the government using the tournament to further their political agendas and instill violence”. By sundown whilst the worst of the unrest had died out, police continued dispersing crowds up until around 10:30 p.m. with checkpoints being built near the poorer areas of Ryxenia to prevent tourists from heading into potential danger and prevent the press from reporting on the situation. Whilst on the General Ibarraia Bridge; an overpass overlooking much of the southern, poorer part of Ryxenia, concrete barriers were put in place to prevent tourists and press from seeing the slums. This tactic was also employed in other parts of town, and extra police elements were placed near slums and poorer areas to deter people from wandering off into said areas. Ryxtylopian social media erupted in flames by the end of the day, while in the media department, no major ryxtylopian news outlets reported on the unrest, somewhat preventing it from spreading at the national level, whilst government officials impatiently awaited the response from global media outlets. By the end of the day, the list of reported incidents reached Gilchabó’s hands: 9:10 hrs: First reported protest in Itsía, around 50-100 people gathered, Indvía street was blocked by the protesters. 9:33 hrs: Second reported protest in Itsía, roughly 100 people took to the Daxivarra park, no disturbances were caused. 9:41 hrs: Police elements start responding to the Indvía street protest, preventing them from heading further down. 10:24 hrs: The First protests in Tivirxas are reported, more than 150 people, police are able to contain the protesters. 10:56: hrs: The first checkpoints are erected, the amount of active protests is around 10 or 11 spread mostly in Itsía and Tivirxas, with a few others in other parts of Ryxenia. 11:16 hrs: The first barriers go up on highways and bridges, to prevent tourists from seeing the slums. 11:29 hrs: The protests in Tivirxas grow in size, with a reported 400 people, estimates bringing the number up to 600 joining the wave of unrest. 11:34 hrs: Clashes between police and protesters start, fire piles are set up separating both groups in several parts of Ryxenia. 11:45 hrs: Gilchabó orders the dispersing of the protests as soon as possible. 11:47 hrs: After receiving equipment, including water cannons, pepper spray and rubber bullets, police start ordering, then forcefully dispersing the protesters in Itsía. 11:53 hrs: In the Rixavais neighboorhood (the closest one to the venues) Police disperse the few protesters present there by mid-day. 12:10 hrs: The government website with info on the tournament is updated, indicating people to avoid certain areas of Ryxenia. 12:24 hrs: In Tivirxas clashes between police and protesters begin with stones, rocks, and trash being thrown. 12:29 hrs: First reported *serious* injury from Tivirxas. 12:30-22:30 hrs: Police work on dispersing protesters in Tivirxas and Itsía. 14:56 hrs: The protest in Tivirxas is reclassified as a Riot by the Department of Internal Security. 19:44 hrs: Itsía is mostly cleared, most protesters either comply, are dispersed or move to the Tivirxas Riots. 22:12 hrs: The Protesters are forced to disperse into the smaller roads clearing the main road in Tivirxas. 22:36 hrs: The operation concludes, reported injuries are still to be accounted for, expected to be over 100 combining both the Tivirxas riot and the Itsía protests. While some details are yet to be cleared, its clear to the goverment, it must try to manage the situation before and during the world cup to prevent the tournament from turning into a disaster.
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  20. D'forenede Kalmasiske Fodbold Klubber Being established in 1378, the organization is a union of the various different football organizations across the Kalmachian country. Motto: Vji vjinder, om motstanderne vjille det. Roster: Starting eleven Name Position Number State Takner Brichlant CF 10 Hallessekratamia Frimir Udót CF 11 Easthaven Pròtra Schrirna LW 5 Hallessekratamia Tòrben Tjischted RW 9 Norddistaten Òlm Træmand CM 6 Easthaven Tyrc Fezt CM 7 Arnssted Horn Irglat CM 8 Easthaven Farmann Yr CB 2 Henessa Halli Khristus CB 3 Easthaven Proschah Urmaker CB 4 Norddistaten Meikal Schkridt GK 1 Easthaven Reserve Name Position Number State Græt Frjaskud CF 15 Greater Easthaven Pjoskat Træ'sten LW 12 Greater Easthaven Iont Clúder RW 17 Arnssted Atypischkt Trane CM 19 Norddistaten Jonathan Romme CM 16 Easthaven Villiam Aleksan CM 20 Skaien Frimir Itraped CB 13 Norddistaten Ionno Vatorite CB 14 Campa Simpatica (NK) Prordan Schkridt GK 18 Easthaven Jerseys, Home and Away: RP Permissions: Injure my players: Yes Assign my players yellow cards: Yes Assign my players red cards: Yes (Rarely) Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: Yes (But ask) Godmod other events: Yes (But ask) Style Modifier: +3
    10 points
  21. Ryxtylopia Fidiraxión Ryxtylopiana di Fiutbol Ryxtylopia, as well as hosting the tournament seeks to conduct a better participation than last year, when the FRF was able to get past the group stage before being knocked out by Cambria in extra time in the round of 16. The lineup has been massivley changed since the first world cup, bringing new players whilst keeping talent from the last world cup within the squad, this lineup sees some familiar faces and many new ones. Nicknames: "Los Biutries" - "The Vultures" "La Bandá Amarailla" - "The Yellow Band" (More commonly just reffered to as "La Banda", its worth noticing that many fans when referring to being a supporter of the national team will indicate that they're part of "the Band" - "Soy di la Bandá!") Style Mod; +2.5 Preffered Style of Play: Counterattack. Preffered Formations: 3-5-2 4-1-3-2 3-1-3-2 4-1-4-1 Home Stadium: The Istadio Franco Rivalda, Ryxenia, Ryxtylopia (Capacity: 81,500) STARTING FORMATION: 3-5-2 STARTING 15 PLAYER NUMBER AGE POSITION HOME CITY Franco Arvaldí 1 27 GK Tilipaca Ernysto Guivéz 5 23 LCB Tilipaca Enrico Vilaña 6 28 CB Ryxenia Emainuel Rivas 10 25 RCB Myvas Tarraiva Milatacha 14 30 CDM Progresso Rauíl Dipartí 7 29 LM Ryxenia Pablo Arvaléz 9 21 RM Tilipaca Marco Larista 8 23 LCM Ryxenia Nalpá Farris [C] 18 30 RCM Pinilaca Andreís Fydó 4 25 LCF Tsalapaní Marco Vilaní 11 26 RCF Progresso BENCH PLAYER NUMBER AGE POSITION HOME CITY Railo Caistella 33 24 GK Kil'nicá Terado Armandí 17 21 ST Pavinas Enrico Jilian 24 26 CM/LCM/RCM Ryxenia Andreís Diavarra 10 23 CM/LCM Myxtapixas Tarraiva Milatacha 15 24 CB/LB/RB Liipicá RESERVES PLAYER NUMBER AGE POSITION HOME CITY Isidro Darrias 22 30 GK Carraizal Ernysto Diviarra 24 23 CB Trichananco Ravaido Hiltica 2 28 CB Vynitiná Emainuel Griva 12 25 LCB/RCB Vynitiná Franco Lividarra 19 30 LCB/RCB Maiiztá Emailio Taracana 21 29 CM Golfo Marco Limas 23 21 CM Ryxenia Andreís Carrascas 25 23 RCM Hertalpás Jiulio Farris 18 30 LCM/RCM Progresso Andreís Lapartí 13 25 ST Saltavachá Enrico Gulives 16 26 ST Parta'ana Coach: Marco Garraves Home Kit Home GK Away Kit Away GK Roleplay Permissions: Injure my players: Yes (DM) Assign my players yellow cards: Yes Assign my players red cards: Yes (DM) Godmod injuries: No Godmod scoring: Yes (DM) Godmod other events: Yes (DM)
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  22. Candeluian National Team Nickname "'I Zanneschi" ----- "The Fangs" Players List Members + Positions No. Name Age Position 1 Leonardo Barbisan 27 GK 7 Giovanni Condotto 21 CB 10 Iodino Seovic 34 CB 15 Partilio Rossilia 20 CB 3 Pippo Campeol 31 CM 59 Nicola Fighera 26 CM 8 Nico Zuini 28 CM 5 Piero Frostio 20 CF 6 Leonardo Ponte 19 CF 11 Lucchetto Peruzzo 29 LW 19 Fausto Sallau 32 RW Reserves GoalKeepers: Nicola Facchin (Age: 25, No° 2) Enrico Zanattia (Age 33, No°20) Centre-Backs: Filippo Mutta (Age: 19, No° 55) Simone Gobbi (Age 30, No° 79) Nicolò Zanini (Age 22, No° 23) Central Midfielder: Gabriel Zanella (Age 21, No° 48) Davide Peruzzetto (Age 29, No°37) Forward players: Davide Ferrara (Age 24, No°88) Stefano Risti (age: 33, No°34) Giuseppe Cavoro (age: 24, No°76) Kits (Home - Field) (Away- Field) (Home - Goalie) (Away - Goalie) Prefeared Formation 3-5-2 Roleplay Permissions: Injure my players: yes Assign my players yellow cards: yes Assign my players red cards: yes (obviously not randomly, danke) Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: no Godmod other events: no Style modifier: +1
    10 points
  23. The Saint Mark Angels Football Club Roster Coach: Sir Karl Rodenberg Name / Position / Number / Age / (Starting/Reserve) Matthew Westly / Keeper / 3 / 25 / (Starting) Ronald Harper / Keeper / 10 / 24 / (Reserve) Renfrew Trecoup / Defender / 15 / 24 / (Starting) Merlin Dragonhart / Defender / 7 / 29 / (Starting) Corwyn Armsforth / Defender / 9 / 26 / (Starting) Scott Granger / Defender / 11 / 26 / (Starting) Rudolph Quagmire / Defender / 13 / 25 / (Reserve) Liam Newson/Defender / 2 / 19 / (Reserve) Evard Wolfensbach / Midfielder / 6 / 26 / (Starting) Harold Brickhouse / Midfielder / 8 / 29 / (Starting) Lincoln Praiseworthy / Midfielder / 12 / 25 / (Starting) Donald Masters / Midfielder / 17 / 23 / (Reserve) Andrew Lionguard / Forward/ 1 / 30 / (Starting) Hunter Wilcox / Forward / 4 / 27 / (Starting) Cedric Seabroom / Forward / 18 / 28 / (Starting) Roland Croft / Forward / 20 / 27 / (Reserve) Mark Blaze / Forward / 22 / 25 / (Reserve) Injure my players: yes Assign my players yellow cards: yes Assign my players red cards: no Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: no Godmod other events: no Style Modifier: -2
    10 points
  24. Teralyon Nacialasnja Futbolska Federatica Starting Eleven Name Position Number Bogdan Sosniok Goalkeeper 69 Vjenceslav Prochaska Right Fullback 07 Rados Bozovic Left Fullback 11 Wieslaw Jindrak Center back 12 Blagun Cihlar Center back 05 Orlin Tadic Center Midfield 04 Sreten Dubinsky Center Midfield 03 Desimir Polonsky Right Midfield/Wing 15 Neven Goncharov Forward 16 Iryna Slowacki Forward 18 Zorana Durnovo Left Midfield/Wing 22 Reserve Name Position Number Zhivka Barthold Goalkeeper 99 Chessa Fontikova Right Fullback 02 Tesla Meyer Right Fullback 23 Stanicka Slavik Left Fullback 32 Stanek Husa Left Fullback 28 Bogdan Borodin Center back 27 Roscislaw Wach Center back 19 Duscha Hnilo Center Midfield 13 Razvigor Kulik Center Midfield 08 Iryna Slowacki Forward 09 Zorana Durnovo Forward 10 Jasna Zeman Forward 17 Stoyanka Vinograd Right Midfield/Wing 26 Zan Marusarz Right Midfield/Wing 24 Milka Wilenski Left Midfield/Wing 35 Snezana Novak Left Midfield/Wing 38 Home and Away Jerseys Goalie Roleplay Permissions: Injure my players: no Assign my players yellow cards: yes Assign my players red cards: no Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: yes Godmod other events: no Style modifier: +2.5
    10 points
  25. Fluvian Football Federation | Fluvian National Team Players representing Rivalfiume: Highlighted players were also present in the previous WCF Starting XI No. Name Age Position 1 Astìrio de Monti 32 GK 3 Ligjero Salvjati 22 LB 4 Sereno Vessi 29 CD 5 Posi Kasarte 35 CD 2 Disjato Lusiperto 31 RB 6 Simonpjè Nedda 20 DM 8 Petro Tajudi 19 CM 10 Tjeseo Primetto 20 CM 9 Ǧoseff Mekubano 25 AF 11 Espiso Anečeti 23 LW 7 Mikaele Kambiganu 21 RW Reserves No. Name Age Position 12 Gujo Civilàn 22 GK 50 Tarveo Fini 18 GK 99 Tjul Maši 29 GK 13 Everetto Menčini 26 LB 29 Lunardo Kapulitturi 20 LB 30 Luperto Lenna 23 CD 77 Ǧil Sagri 23 CD 33 Tosko Ellandi 28 RB 96 Alé Rei 24 RB 15 Didi Manfredi 29 DM 68 Leonforte Maridi 26 DM 16 Mimmo Tartàlea 30 CM 18 Kian Čečiljotti 26 CM 40 Adoele Kalè 28 CM 49 Ǧerri Dedos 18 CM 19 Aleseo Parti 21 AF 20 Lume de Pojo 26 AF 21 Petro Malotolo 22 AF 23 Alčeno Usei 19 LW 47 Bešan Čentini 25 LW 70 Toni Verte 20 RW 89 Urdo Lavera 25 RW 91 Dino Mussa 18 RW Team Info Nickname(s): Činni (The Swans), Pikkajoli (The Mountain Boys), Čeruli (The Blues) Head Coach: Jan Košis Captain: Posi Kasarte Home Stadium: Arena Kapitolina, Grankastello (Capacity: 41.000 seats) Preferred Formation: 4-3-3 The Fluvian National Team hopes to fare a little better this time, employing a more orthodox playing style. Ones to Watch: Posi Kasarte: Kasarte is the most experienced and oldest player of the team. His undenying charisma and vision makes him a formidable captain and defender. He is also captain of decorated fluvian club Fortegriso KdF. Petro Tajudi: Youngster Petro Tajudi earned his spot in the starting eleven in the WCF2 at just 18 years of age, surprising coach and fans alike with his skill, and he's back again to prove himself. He is the midfielder of mid-table fluvian club Borgerese, awaiting for a big move elsewhere. Ǧoseff Mekubano: Ǧoseff is a lethal both-footed striker. Although he may not be the best dribbler, his precise and powerful long shots from outside the area are very dangerous. He is the striker of fluvian club Rione Le Fornači. Starting XI Home & Away Kits Roleplay Permissions: Injure my players: yes Assign my players yellow cards: yes Assign my players red cards: yes (reasonably) Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: no Godmod other events: no Style modifier: +1
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  26. ARIFIYYAH FA ARIFIYYAH FA founded in 1321 represent the football of Arifiyyah. Also known as the Orangutan Rangers. Joined the Esferos World Cup since the 1st edition. Best performance in World Cup was in the 2nd edition,achieving the runner-up place as underrated team. ROSTERS MANAGER:MIKEL ARTERY MAIN LINEUP STYLE MODIFIER: +3.0 JERSEYS HOME JERSEY J PLAYERS GOALKEEPER AWAY JERSEYS PLAYERS GOALKEEPER TEAM PREVIEW MIKEL ARTERY:MANAGER A very young successful manager so far,brought the team to the the final in Last Edition and also lead the U23 team in the last year Esferiad. He said that the team have a new "recipe" to win this World Cup. MUHAMMAD NAZHIM:TEAM CAPTAIN A very important person for the country and the team. As a full time royal man and a footballer,he manage to put both people and football on the right path. His influence in the team berings the positive environment in the team. NAJIB RAZAK:WINGER Getting a national call-up at a young age is a dream for every young footballer,including him. Although it just 1st season for him in APL,he already record 8 goals and 15 assists in 6 match. He said,"I will give everything for the team". RP permissions: If my opponent RPs first, they may... Injure my players: no Assign my players yellow cards: yes Assign my players red cards: no Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: yes Godmod other events: no STYLE MODIFIER: +3.0 FORMATION(S): 1-4-2-3-1 / 1-4-3-3 ATTACKING #auranpride #arifianpride #esferoswc23 #fighttillwin
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  27. Ambassador Katrina Edelgard ducked through the Ryxenian back streets with surprising swiftness. She looked around to make sure she was alone. Liking what she saw, she pulled out her phone and made a call. “The goods are secured, Chief,” she reported. “Very good, Katrina. Get back here as soon as you are able.” “Of course.” She hung up. The goods in question were tightly wrapped in a large, nondescript bundle under her arm. Edelgard herself was not dressed to her usual standards, but had donned worn street clothes. She didn’t exactly look at home in the slums, and was clearly still a foreigner, but stuck out far less than she would have in her full suit. She had avoided detection to this point, but as she now rounded a corner, she found herself walking directly towards a pair of police officers. She internally cursed her luck, but did not break stride—the last thing she wanted to do was to act more suspicious. “Halt,” one of the officers barked. Edelgard complied. The other officer smiled. “We just have a couple questions, ma’am.” “It is my understanding that this is not a restricted area,” Edelgard challenged. “I assure you I’m not with the press.” “That’s not the issue, ma’am.” The officer gestured to the package in the ambassador’s hands. “I’m going to need to see that.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Officer. My client will be upset if this is tampered with at all.” “I’m sure they’ll understand,” said the officer, moving to grab the package. In a single movement Edelgard whisked the package out of reach with one hand, and pulled out her credentials with the other. “I am on diplomatic business for the Republic of Overthinkers. If there is a problem, you are welcome to discuss it with my superior, Ambassador Witz, across town.” The officers backed up, and Edelgard was allowed to pass. Edelgard soon left the slums for the more respectable part of the city. She strolled into a fine hotel and took the elevator up. She knocked on the door of Room 417. Coach Luigi opened the door, then turned to holler back into the room. “Alright guys, the tacos are here!” A resounding cheer came back in response. Edelgard opened her package, and distributed quality Ryxtylopian street tacos to very hungry football players and staff gathered in Coach’s suite. She did not remain long herself, though. Luigi saw her check her phone, see something she didn’t like, and leave the room with her share of the food. Twenty minutes later, Luigi got a text from her. Meet me in my suite. Alone. “Wendell. Come in.” Despite having been here for weeks, Edelgard’s room in the hotel was as impeccably neat as the diplomat herself. Only the single suitcase in the closet, and the laptop sitting on the desk, indicated that the room was occupied at all. She let Luigi into the room and shut the door behind him. “There’s something you may want to see,” she said, as she walked over to the laptop. Her browser was open to the BrownNewsTV video, which had been released earlier that night. Luigi watched in shock as Lucille Lyons finally revealed herself, only to disparage his team and everything he had built over the past few years at the national level. As the video ended, he could only shake his head in disbelief. “I’ll be damned. If anything she said about the team was true, she sure didn’t bring it up to me. And I gave multiple opportuni—“ “It’s not really my concern, Coach,” Edelgard interjected, “it simply seemed fair to make you aware of what was being claimed. As far as my department is concerned, this is a petty domestic dispute, so my hands are tied.” Luigi sighed bitterly. “I imagine you’d tell me that making a statement wouldn’t make matters any better.” “Not necessarily,” Edelgard shrugged, “and the optics of ignoring the allegations may be worse than dismissing them. But you have a PR team for that.” “It just sucks, you know? Yeah, Lucille was pretty disconnected from the team, but I always thought that was by choice. Now she’s acting like we’d hunt her down and shut her up if we knew where she was. Like we’re some Zoranian crime ring.” “You can’t control what people say about you,” Edelgard said. Then, in a lower voice, she added, “but you can control how it’s perceived.” Luigi raised an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting?” “There’s a young man I met while I was traveling with the rugby team last time.” “A Dalimbari?” “Heavens no. An Overthinker. Got himself into trouble there—I actually don’t know how he made it out. But he might have the perfect skill set for this.” “To do what, exactly? To silence her?” “Of course not. But to undermine her credibility.” Luigi didn’t respond, but seemed intrigued. Edelgard took out a notepad and pen, and wrote down a name and phone number. “Up to you if you give him a call. Just remember, I didn’t officially endorse this.” She gave a curt nod as Luigi took the paper and left the room. He stood in the hallway for a moment, studying the note. Conrad Ellen +3 33 204 98 861
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  28. Going past 16' For the round of 16, Ryxtylopia would be facing off against Dalimbar, a nation that had gone 4th place in group D only winning one match, whilst bearly edging out Libterraria on points, the odds for the Vultures on that regard looked good, since they had gone unbeaten during the groups despite not winning all their matches. As well as this the ambience for the opposing team would be... hostile to say the least, as fans of Ryxtylopia wanted the team to go on to the next round, instead of exiting the tournament in the round of 16 like in the previous year, where after extra time Ryxtylopia lost to eventual 3rd place winner: Cambria. However for the players this would also mean a bit more pressure, as if Ryxtylopia exited on the Round of 16 at home it would be a national embarrasment and attacks towards the team lead by Garravez as well as the Dalimbari players could be expected, incidents withing Ryxtylopian football happened often with some of the more infamous moments being: The "I can't hear you!" Incident: Happened in 1401, during a game between Rio Priava and Bixas, when Bixas defeated Priava at home 5-1, it was then to celebrate the 5th goal that their striker Tarvo Giaxva put both of his hands in his hears, as mockery to the boo's from the crowd, this caused Priava supporters to invade the pitch, which had the match suspended and ended early. The "Upside down U" Incident: Happened in 1399, in a game between rivals Ystiandes di Ryxtylopia and the University of Ryxenia, Ystiandes had recently beat the U. of Ryxenia 3-2 in a very intense game, and for their next match during the season, fans from Ystiandes hung a very big banner with an upside down U under their drawn mascot, this ended with the internal barriers in the Istadio Carrasoco being broken and a huge brawl ensuing leaving over 30 injured, with the game being cancelled. Libre after relegation: In 1401, Club Atletico Libre got relegated, by the time they got back to the first division in the following season they would face rivals Diportiva Tsalapaní, in a game that resulted in pure chaos at the Istadio Lybirtad, where Tsalapaní supporters brought a huge banner reading: "RED! Tell me how did it feel playing in the B?" whilst chanting and mocking the local crowd, which ended in a brawl between both sides, injuring around 50 people. The Brivas Bar Affair: Again involving Bixas and Priava was an affair at a bar in Ryxenia in 1414, where Bixas supporters often gathered to cheer for their team, however after Priava won the game 2-1' their supporters marched to the bar, and started smashing the windows with rocks, attacking Bixas supporters leaving the place, this eventually resulted in police intervention with around 16 injuries. "Bixas you're a ________": In 1415 during a game between Bixas and Priava, striker Ernysto Guivillana scored a late winner for Priava in the 90th +2nd minute, after which while being interviewed by press he shouted a slur directed towards Bixas fans, this inmediatley got him banned for several months, and the next day his house was raided and trashed by Bixas supporters. Ernysto would be forced to move out of Ryxtylopia due to the hate, whilst Priava supporters will continually back his actions. The "B" incident: In 1404, Rio Priava dropped for the first time to the second division of Ryxtylopian football, this caused their fans to riot and set fire to the Istadio Franco Rivalda, probably one of the most iconic moments in sporting in this corner of the continent, the next time they saw Bixas in the first division, Bixas supporters prepared to emulate Tsalapaní's mockery of Libre after their relegation, bringing a giant B to the game in the Istadio Arvaldí N. Guivarra, and singing a chant about Priava's time in the "B". All theese incidents were only made worst by "Bands" (basically ultras for ryxtylopian clubs) who harrassed, attacked and mocked eachother to death, part of the reason why Ryxtylopian supporters reffer to themselves as just "The Band" is cause when the national team plays, most of theese rivalries and differences are set aside as all supporters for once head to the stadium wearing the same color and singing the same chants, which was a problem considering many of theese supporters were also known for arousing crowds and being violent. Due to this, security for the match had already been massivley ramped up, and the players told to expect violence, not only the Ryxtylopians but also this was warned to the Dalimbari players in advance. Meanwhile the team got ready, Garravez decided on the 4-1-3-2 formation, to better handle Dalimbari attacks and hopefully make swift counter-attacks, the players agreed with this for the most part, the lineup could soak up dalimbari pressure on the back and quickly move the ball to the forwards for an attack. However the players arrived early at the stadium, and trained, pressure to win the match would be unbelivably high, and whilst the chanting of the crowds could maybe scare the Dalimbaris, if the game was lost the team expected for all out anger to break out. And as the team arrived to the stadium before the game the hostility in the air was made clear by the crowd outside singing: We have the banners and the drums. We have the the banners and the drums: Aquxi i una guirrxa, aquxi i una guirrxa. Y Ryxtylopia sira primeria. Tynimvos las bandyras, y lo bombxos tambxién. Yl Azuil i Amairillo vai volair otrxa vez. La polixia tonta nai nos vai a detixner. Ryxtylopia si pripara i nai va a ditiner. Por qui in iste campó: Ryxtylopia vai a la guerra con la bandá tambxién. Aquxi i una guirrxa, aquxi i una guirrxa. Y Ryxtylopia sira primeria. Tynimvos las bandyras, y lo bombxos tambxién. Yl Azuil i Amairillo vai volair otrxa vez. La polixia tonta nai nos vai a detixner. Ryxtylopia si pripara i nai va a ditiner. Por qui in iste campó: Ryxtylopia vai a la guerra con la bandá tambxién. Here there’s a war, here there’s a war. And Ryxtylopia will be first. We have the banners and the drums. And the Blue and Yellow will fly again. The dumb police won’t stop us. Ryxtylopia gets ready, and its not going to stop. Because in this field: Ryxtylopia goes to war and the band goes aswell. Here there’s a war, here there’s a war. And Ryxtylopia will be first. We have the banners and the drums. And the Blue and Yellow will fly again. The dumb police won’t stop us. Ryxtylopia gets ready, and its not going to stop. Because in this field: Ryxtylopia goes to war and the band goes aswell.
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  29. Over the Gulf, 06:35 In the side rush of dawn, the distant peaks glowed pink, like some travesty of a fondant cake. Hard shadows infilled the cavities like ink. Streamers of white cloud strung out in the freezing air, 2000 metres below. Nock Leader was just a cruciform speck in the bright air ahead. He started to turn, ten degrees to the north-west. Òmah tilted the stick, following, rolling. The horizon swung up and the world moved around. Slowly, slowly. He heard the knocking sound and ignored it. At least the inclinometer was still working. As he came around and levelled the column, Òmah reached forward and flicked the brass dial of the fuel gauge again. It still read full, which couldn’t be right. They’d been up for forty-eight minutes. He took off a gauntlet and flicked the gauge once more with his bare fingers. He felt sure the lined mitten had been dulling his blows. The dial remained at full. He saw how pinched and blue his hand had become, and pulled the gauntlet back on quickly. It felt balmy in his insulated flightsuit, but the cabin temp read minus eight. There was no sound, except for the background roar of the engine. Òmah looked up and around, remembering to maintain his visual scanning. Just sky. Sundogs flaring in his visor. Nock Three just abeam of him, a silhouette, trailing vapour. The altimeter read 2800 metres. The radio gurgled. “Nock Leader to Nock Flight. One pass West and we turn for home. Keep formation tight." They made another lazy roll. The landscape rose up in his port vision. Òmah saw brittle flashes of light far below. Artillery fire on the islands. He heard the knocking again. It sounded as if someone was crouching behind the frame of his armoured seat, tapping the spars with a hammer. These engines always made a burbling, flatulent noise, but this didn’t seem right to him. He keyed his radio. "Nock Leader, this is Nock Four. I’ve–" There was a sudden, loud bang. The channel squealed like a stabbed pig. The world turned upside down. "Oh throne! Oh crap! Oh shit!” a voice was shouting. Òmah realised it was his own. G-force pummelled him. His P7E Firebird was tumbling hard. Light and dark, sky and land, up and over, up and over. Òmah choked back nausea and throttled down desperately. The radio was incoherent with frantic chatter. "Nock Four! Nock Four!" Òmah regained control and levelled. He had lost at least a thousand metres. He got the horizon true and looked around in the vain hope of seeing someone friendly. Then he cried out involuntarily as something fell past his nosecone. It was another Firebird, one wing shorn off in a cascade of torn struts and body plate. Flames were sucking back out of its air intakes. It arced down and away like a comet, trailing smoke as it went spinning towards the ground. It became a speck. A smaller speck. A little blink of light. Òmah felt his guts tighten and acid frothed inside him. Fear, like a stink, permeated the little cockpit. Something else flashed past him. Just a glimpse, moving so fast. There and gone. A memory of black wings. "Nock Four! Break! Break and turn! There’s one right on you!" Òmah leaned on the stick and kicked the rudder. The world rolled again. He put his nose up and throttled hard. The Firebird bucked angrily and the knocking came again. Throne of Stars. He’d thought his bird had malfunctioned, but it wasn’t that at all. They’d been stung. He leant forward against the harness and peered out of his cockpit dome. The aluminum skin of his right wing was holed and torn. Night’s teeth, he’d been shot. He pushed the stick forward to grab some speed, then turned out left in a hard climb. The dawn sky was full of smoke: long strings of grey vapour and little black blooms that looked like dirty cotton. Nock Flight’s formation had broken apart and they were scattering across the heavens. Òmah couldn’t even see the bats. No, that wasn’t true. He made one, bending in to chase Nock Five, tracer fire licking from its guns. He rolled towards it, flipping the scope of his reflector sight into position before resting his thumb on the stick-top stud that activated the quad cannons in the nose. The bat danced wildly across the glass reticule of the gunsight. It refused to sit. Òmah cursed and began to utter a prayer to the sun to lift his wings and make his aim true. He waggled the stick, pitching, rolling, trying to correct, but the more he tried, the more the bat slipped wildly off the gunsight to one side or the other. There was a little smoky flash ahead, and suddenly Òmah's Firebird was riding through a horizontal pelt of black rain. No. Not rain. Oil. Then debris. Pieces of glittering metal, buckled machine parts, shreds of aluminum. Òmah cried out in surprise as the oil washed out his forward view. He heard the pattering impact of the debris striking off his nose plate and wing faces. The bat had chalked Nock Five and Òmah was running in through the debris stream. Any large piece of wreckage would hole him and kill him as surely as cannon-fire. And if so much as a screw went down the intake of his engine… Òmah wrenched on the stick and came nose-up. Light returned as he came out of the smoke belt, and slipstream flowed the oil away off his canopy. It ran in quivering lines, slow and sticky, like blood. Almost immediately, he had to roll hard to port to avoid hitting another Firebird head on. He heard a strangled cry over the radio. The little dark interceptor filled his field of view for a second and then was gone back over his shoulder. His violent roll had been too brutal. He inverted for a moment and struggled to right himself as the hills spread out overhead. That knocking again. That damn knocking. He was bleeding speed now, and the experimental engines of the P7E had a nasty habit of flaming out if it struggled too hard. He began to nurse it up and round, gunning the engine as hard as he dared. Two planes rushed by, so fast he didn’t have time to determine their type, then another three went perpendicular across his bow. They were all Firebirds. One was venting blue smoke in a long, chuffing plume. "Nock Leader! Nock Leader!" Òmah called. Two of the Firebirds were already climbing away out of visual. The sun blinded him. The third, the wounded bird, was diving slowly, scribing the sky with its smoke. He saw the bat clearly then. At his two, five hundred metres, dropping in on the Firebird it had most likely already mauled. For the first time in his four weeks of operational flying, Òmah got a good look at the elusive foe. It resembled his plane, superficially, the cockpit set far back above the drive at the point where the bow of the blade-wings met. A jet interceptor, the cream of the enemy air force. In the dispersal room briefs, they’d talked about these killers being dirt brown or green, but this was pearl-white, like ice, like alabaster. The canopy was tinted black, like a dark eye-socket in a polished skull. Òmah had expected to feel fear, but he got a thrill of adrenaline instead. He leaned forward, hunched down in the Firebird’s armoured cockpit, and opened the throttle, sweeping in on the bat’s five. It didn’t appear to have seen him. It was lining up, leisurely, on the wounded plane. He flipped the toggle switch. Guns live. Closing at three hundred metres. Òmah rapidly calculated his angle of deflection, estimated he’d have to lead his shot by about five degrees. Reverent eye, he had it… He thumbed the firing stud. The Firebird shuddered slightly as the cannons lit up. He saw flashflames licking up from under the curve of the nose cone. He heard and felt the thump of the breechblocks. The bat had gone. He came clear, pulling a wide turn at about two hundred and seventy kilometres an hour. The engagement had been over in an instant. Had he killed it? He sat up into the clear blister of the canopy like an animal looking out of its burrow, craning around. If he’d hit it, surely there would be smoke? The only smoke he could see was about a thousand metres above in the pale blue sky where the main portion of the dogfight was still rolling. He turned. First rule of air combat: take a shot and pull off. Never stick with a target, never go back. That made you a target. But still he had to know. He had to. He dipped his starboard wing, searching below for a trace of fire. Nothing. Òmah levelled off. And there it was. Right alongside him. He cried out in astonishment. The bat was less than a wing’s breadth away, riding along in parallel with him. There was not a mark on its burnished white fuselage. It was playing with him. Panic rose inside pilot cadet Zhep det Òmah. He knew his valiant little Firebird could neither outrun nor out-climb the enemy's craft. He throttled back hard, and threw on his speed brakes, hoping the sudden manoeuvre would cause the big machine to overshoot him. For a moment, it vanished. Then it was back, on his other side, copying his brake-dive. Òmah swore.. He was so close to it that he could see the jet nozzles on the belly under the blade-wings. It could out-dance any prop craft, climbing, braking, even slowing to a near-stall. Òmah refused to accept he was out-classed, refused to admit he was about to die. He twisted the stick, kicked the rudder right over and went into the deepest dive he dared execute. Any deeper, and the Firebird's wings would shear off its airframe. The world rushed up, filling his vision. He heard the air screaming. He saw the glory of the land ascending to meet him. His land. His home. The home he had joined up to save. Behind him, the pearl-white enemy machine tucked in effortlessly and followed him down.
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  30. [The “Special Report” animation gives way to BrownNewsTV’s small news desk. A solitary young man, wearing a tight suit with no tie and with a very short haircut, looking 15 at best, is anchoring. BNTV subscribers know this to be Dean Howell, one of the few faces of the media channel.] Dean: Good evening, comrades. I’m Dean Howell. Thank you for joining us on BrownNewsTV. Dean: The third Football World Cup is underway in Ryxtylopia, and for the second time, the Overthinkers National Team has qualified. Despite public pressure to boycott, due to civil rights concerns in Ryxtylopia, the team has chosen to participate. Dean: How much the players stand to make from this event has not been disclosed, not to mention the millions in corporate sponsorships keeping the national team afloat. The sports team is a glorified billboard—a publicity stunt that makes its money from big business, not from any legitimate work. Dean: The masses of Ryxtylopia are currently engaging in peaceful protest against the World Cup, and are being met with police brutality. The state of Ryxtylopia is keeping a very tight cap on media access and revealing the reality in which the majority of its people live. Mainstream media in Overthinkers itself has been reticent to address the civil rights abuses on which the apparent wealth of Ryxtylopia is secretly built. But what’s new? Dean: Instead, it seems that the only “behind-the-scenes” story that any media outlet is covering concerns former player, Lucille Lyons. After the national team was confirmed to be World Cup-bound, Lyons suddenly resigned from the team. More than that, Lyons seemingly disappeared, going dark on all social media, and family refusing to reveal her whereabouts. Dean: This apparent spectacle has served as a great distraction from the real issues surrounding the tournament, and the mainstream media is eating it up. “What is she hiding?” they want to know. And apparently harassing people and their families over personal choices is okay if you have a camera. But what’s new? Dean: Well, some of those questions are about to be addressed, though they may not get the answers they’re looking for. Joining us virtually this evening, in her first appearance since the beginning of the World Cup—welcome Miss Lucille Lyons. [The screen is split between the studio camera and Lucille’s video. Lucille gives a forced smile. She is clearly using a low-end webcam in a nondescript, poorly lit location.] Dean: Thank you for agreeing to join us, Miss Lyons. Lucille: Please, call me Lucille. Dean: Fair enough. Now, for our viewers, let me make clear that per her request, we will not be revealing Lucille’s location at this time. Lucille: Yes, I do not feel comfortable with that information getting out. But I needed to start setting the record straight on a few things. [Lucille’s delivery is neutral, almost mechanical.] Dean: Precisely. You are afraid of retaliation from the team, right? Lucille: That, but even more so from “fans”. You’ve seen the social media posts. Like, apparently I’m a traitor to the country now or something. What kind of nationalist nonsense is that? Dean: And the negative response to your resignation has only reinforced the reasons for it in the first place. Lucille: Yes! The bastards have never actually cared. One minute you’re the hero, the next minute you’re the zero. I’d call it an absurd standard, if there were even a standard to begin with. Dean: Did you get similar treatment from the actual team? Lucille: Yes. I always felt like I was being treated as a second-class citizen among them. Dean: Was it because you were a reserve? Lucille: No, the other reserves didn’t seem to notice. That’s just it, there wasn’t an explanation! There was absolutely nothing in what I did, on or off the pitch, that deserved being slighted. [Now that she’s gotten warmed up, Lucille now looks appropriately distraught, maybe even too appropriately. Dean, a veteran of numerous online flamewars, expertly continues to tee her up.] Dean: You were also opposed to the selection of Ryxtylopia’s bid, correct? Lucille: Of course! The living conditions there are just ghastly, and here they are trying to put on a show and pretend they’re somebody. That they deserve the attention. Dean: Just not the kind of attention that you and I know they should be getting. Lucille: Yeah, that. [For the first time, Lucille looks like she was thrown a curveball, even by such a seemingly innocuous statement.] Lucille: But yeah, when it was confirmed we were going to Ryxtylopia, that was the last straw for me. Dean: Understandable. Let’s shift gears back to your personal life. Tell us about some of the backlash you’ve received since your resignation. Lucille: Awful. I knew it was going to be bad, so I have been avoiding social media, but my family has shown me some of the posts. Someone was burning posters and magazines with me on the cover! And another person was caught spying on my house in Bellman! Lucille: And when they couldn’t find me, they hunted down my family. Like I was a criminal! My mother is a respectable woman; she served on the Brunnes Administrative Board for many years. And my sister has had to shut herself up inside her house because of the press. Dean: Truly terrible. [Before Dean can proceed, a distant chime is heard through Lucille’s feed. A high-pitched, tinny melody. She scrambles to hit her mute, but unmutes a moment later as the sound fades.] Dean: Lucille, before we let you go, what can our viewers do to support you in this trying time? Lucille: Just keep spreading the truth. The national football team is a toxic organization, and the world federation are greedy bastards who will sell out to the highest bidder. And the people who dare to question it get treated like this. Dean: Heard and understood, Lucille. I won’t keep you any longer. Lucille: Goodbye. Dean: There you have it, comrades. The truth about the Overthinkers National Football Team and how it treats its...lesser celebrities. Tune in on Sunday for our regular weekly broadcast, where we unpack the impact of Dalimbari aggression in Polaris. Dean: From all of us at BrownNewsTV, I’m Dean Howell. Good night.
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  31. The Coming of Tamar In the age of ancient mists, when shadows played upon the tapestry of time, there strode forth a warrior queen named Tamar, a colossus with tresses of chestnut, flowing like the russet leaves of autumn, and a countenance kissed by the ancient sun, imbuing her with olive-hued radiance. Her eyes, a vibrant green adorned with flecks of precious gold, mirrored the fires that blazed within her spirit. From the bosom of her ancestral lands, Tamar marched northward, a formidable procession of ten thousand warriors marching to the cadence of destiny. The People of the River, in their hour of need, had dispatched emissaries, invoking Tamar's aid against the marauding Berganisk tribesmen. The thundering war drums of desperation had resounded through the ages, reaching her ears. With a visage etched in determination and a sword clasped to her side, Tamar, akin to a tempest given flesh, led her mighty host through the craggy expanses of the northern realms. The very air seemed to hum with the echoes of their march, a prelude to the saga unfolding in the chronicles of antiquity. As Tamar approached the field of strife, where the clash of arms and the lamentations of the oppressed composed a haunting symphony, she beheld the vast theater of conflict. The Berganisk tribesmen, fierce and unyielding, loomed like an insurmountable tempest. Yet, Tamar stood undaunted, a radiant beacon in the gathering storm. The battle erupted, a dance of blades meeting blades, and the earth quivered beneath the weight of fate. Tamar, with the grace of a hunting falcon and the ferocity of a she-wolf guarding her progeny, wove through the chaos, her sword singing a ballad of liberation. Her warriors, inspired by her valor, fought as if each stroke of their weapons was a stanza in an ageless hymn. Amidst the ebb and flow of conflict, Tamar's prowess proved unmatched. She carved a path through the ranks of the Berganisk tribesmen, her sword a divine implement of justice. The rivers of crimson flowed, and the very soil seemed to groan beneath the tumult of the confrontation. In the heart of battle, Tamar confronted the chieftain of the Berganisk, a formidable adversary with eyes reflecting the storms of the northern seas. The clash of their weapons resonated like thunder, and sparks ascended like celestial embers. Tamar, resolute and unyielding, emerged triumphant, and the chieftain's surrender echoed through the battlefield like a zephyr. With the Berganisk chieftain kneeling in submission, Tamar, her voice resonating with the authority of ancient times, proclaimed terms of peace. The invading hordes were subdued, and the People of the River, rescued from the encroaching darkness, hailed Tamar as their deliverer and queen. The saga of Tamar, the ancient warrior queen, inscribed itself upon the scrolls of time, a tale of valor, sacrifice, and the indomitable spirit that rises to meet the challenges of a bygone era. Her name, a radiant luminary in the tapestry of history, stood as a testament to the enduring might of those who brandish the sword in the pursuit of justice and salvation.
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  32. Steady and Secure The Ryxtylopia-Overthinkers match was the most intense one yet, probably in all the world cup, while it ended in a draw it saw several intense moments, as the hosts and the leaders of the group clashed, in the end the match ended with a draw. The match started with Ryxtylopia kicking off, and playing rather cautiously at the start, no advances were made as posession was kept in the first 3 minutes before loosing the ball. In the 15th minute Milatacha slide tackled one of the OT players, being too uncautious he earned himself a yellow card conceding a free kick for OT, whoose team was able to take advantage of the free kick and getting the ball into the Box, where an attempt towards goal was made, however, Rivas got and blocked the attempt (An attempt Arvaldí would've probably not been able to block due to the heading) allowing the defense to clear the ball. For the 24th minute Ryxtylopia made their first shot towards goal, after Farris passed to Fydó around 3/4 of the field, Fydó however got stuck in OT's defense allowing more players to advance and once he attempted to cross to Vilaní the ball was intercepted. In the 33rd minute Ryxtylopia managed another attempt at goal, however Overthinkers team was adapted towards playing defensivley making the Ryxtylopian's team strategy of counter-attacking sorta akward to carry out, and in something that became a common occurance in this match OT's defense absorbed the attack. Finally in the first time in the 40th minute Ryxtylopia made a final attempt at goal, this time a cross from Arvaléz that Vilaní actually headed... into the post, the ball bounced off harmlessly and it was cleared, after another fight for possetion in and around the midfield, the ref blew the whilstle with the score still 0-0. During the break, a brief chant battle happened in the stands between the Ryxtylopians and the Overthinkers, both separated into zones by a fence, as both fans chanted about how one or the other was better, some throwing stuff over the fence, having an advantage in numbers the Ryxtylopian chants were more audible however this moment was still something pretty funny that happened during HT. However it was now time for the second time to commence, it was more intense than the first, with the "battle for the midfield" in full swing, both sides gaining and loosing possetion, this continued for some time. Ryxtylopia made a shot on goal on the 67th minute but it was deflected by OT's GK, and the match continued on as normal, however this wouldn't last long. In the 70th minute, Ryxtylopia made another attack, however they lost possetion in the box, and here the Ovethinkers team was able to pull a really successful counter attack, passing the ball all the way into Ryxtylopia's box, were when Vilaña tried clearing it he slipped and Arvaldí's gloves went short of the ball, which landed in the net making the score 1-0 in favor of Overthinkers. With the crowd going silent, OT's team felt much safer with the one nil lead, and began to be slightly less defensive searching for another goal, however in the 74th minute they would miss a chance as it went over the top post. Ryxtylopia would respond not long after, when Farris got into the box, and shot, having his attempt blocked and OT's defense pushed back, however it was here when substitute Terado Armandí, (who had taken Vilanís position) retook possetion and was left alone against OT's GK, successfully sending the ball into the net to a sea of celebration. After this both sides went defensive as the match ended in a 1-1 draw.
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  34. THE WEATHER IS GOOD,INNIT? Good day to all Arifians. Hopefully everyone is having an another good day after the Orangutan Rangers win the 2nd match 2-1 against Dalimbar. What a game last night,even my soul almost left my body. A very fascinating show in the 1st half give Arifiyyah 1 goal by Harry Kane to lead the game. Then at minutes 63,Najib Razak,a sensational 17 years old footballer scoring a banger from outside of the penalty box. In the minutes 77,Dalimbar score a goal through a very wonderful counter play. The match ended with Arifiyyah won by 2-1 to Dalimbar NAJIB RAZAK CELEBRATING HIS 1ST GOAL POST MATCH INTERVIEW Mikel: Hello everyone. Only 3 questions today,we need to hurry to the training field. Reporter: Congrats on your second win,coach. As usual,review your players' performance Mikel: Well, everyone play pretty well today. Hansel, he's very good. No matter what the score is,a win is a win. Reporter: What is your thoughts on Najib Razak? Mikel: Splendid! He just 17 but sometimes i thought he's already 30. Always perform during training and match. We got 25 stars before,and now 26 because he's our new star. reporter: Can you share something for the next game? Mikel: Sure. Next game is big. We need to win,and hopefully we will. I can say that the team is 100% ready. However,may the best team win. NEXT MATCH A must watch match for both Arifiyyah and Zoran fans. The Big game. Who will win the game? Join our score guessing contest at arfsports.com.af to win a national team's jersey plus a limited edition water bottle from Arifiyyah FA.
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  35. Premier League of Football - Giovanniland Prima Liga de Pedesfera - Giovanniterra Giovanniland's Premier League of Football is the most famous and prestigious football competition in the country. The tournament takes place yearly from the months of February to November and features the 20 best teams from all across the nation. It is conducted through a double round-robin system, in which each club plays the others twice, once at their home stadium and once at that of their opponents, for a total of 38 games. The tournament has existed for over a century, and is one of the best known Giovannilandian sport tournaments. Scoring works just like in the Football World Cup, with three points awarded for a win, one for a draw, and none for a loss. Throughout the season, teams are ranked by total points, followed by tie-breaking conditions such as better goal difference, most victories, goals scored, and head to head results. After all games have been played, the team with the most points is crowned the champion of that season, with the use of tie-breaking conditions if needed. The Porto Violeto Bellatores are the most successful team, while Las Idras de Islamagna are the defending champions, having won the 1423 season. In addition to the champion team, the second to fourth-placed teams in each season get the chance to play in other prestigious tournaments, including international ones. Meanwhile, the four worst teams are relegated to the Sekunda Liga, replaced by the latter's four best teams that get promoted. Furthermore, a similar system connects the Sekunda Liga with the Tertia Liga, and the Tertia with lower levels of national competitions, as well as regional ones. The results of this 1423 season, which has ended earlier this month, are displayed below. # Team Home Region Home Stadium W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Las Idras de Islamagna Altana Stadio Insularo 21 10 7 69 40 +29 73 2 Quiras de Quorivo Lavanda Prima Arena Lidoborana 20 11 7 71 49 +22 71 3 Porto Violeto Bellatores Primolido Stadio La Violeta 19 11 8 59 42 +17 68 4 Araras de Andoliavilla Lido Ferenno Andoliarena 20 6 12 55 44 +11 66 5 Gavias de Giovannia Giovannia Magna Arena Giovanni IV 18 11 9 49 43 +6 65 6 Unitia Villaflorana Terra Violeta Kampo Floritto 17 11 10 58 45 +13 62 7 Magna d'Abrentopole Abrenaustro Arena Repùblika 16 11 11 55 53 +2 59 8 Apias de Annavilla Primolido Stadio dell'Avento 14 14 10 60 50 +10 56 9 Vipras Vinikianas Giovannia Magna Stadio Vallèttore 14 14 10 47 40 +7 56 10 Uryde Pedesfera Lavanda Prima Stadio Abreo-Florine 14 10 14 48 53 -5 52 11 Pavones de Portovino Abrenaustro Arena Pietro I 12 12 14 51 50 +1 48 12 Lavandas Giovanniterranas Lavanda Sekunda Kampo Lavando 12 9 17 46 55 -9 45 13 La Montemoresa Akallia Arena de Fèrdira Magna 10 15 13 60 60 0 45 14 Ferennopole Pedesfera Lido Ferenno Stadio Rege-Ferenno 10 13 15 51 48 +3 43 15 Kanes de Karlopole Rivolinte Arena Karlo II 10 12 16 39 49 -10 41 16 Squadra de le Valle Vallivante Stadio Markelliano 9 12 17 41 50 -9 39 17 Ballenas de Bayabela Altana Kampo Marino 10 9 19 49 62 -13 39 18 Felinos de Favonia Giovannia Magna Arena Fabio Linnare 10 6 22 56 74 -18 36 19 Oliverda Pedesfera Valmirabbe Stadio de lo Rivo 8 11 19 45 69 -24 35 20 Squadra Serena Verdiante Stadio Sègite 8 8 22 35 68 -33 32 Legend: Wins | Draws | Losses | Goals For | Goals Against | Goal Difference | Points Total Furthermore, the four teams that ranked highest in the 1423 season of the Sekunda Liga and will therefore participate in the next edition of the Prima Liga are now also known. They are the first place Leones de Lavàndula, from Lavanda Prima; second place Falkones de Filippia, from Novabrento; third place Anguillas de Amorante, from Primolido; and fourth place La Vivaquana, from Lido Ferenno. Maps of the Regions of Giovanniland, for reference. Higher quality images: Aura, Andolia
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  36. A Good Day. Whilst the Istadio Zapriaca wasn't even a third of the size as the Rivalda, people still packed into it, and its speculated that the stadium was filled over-capacity for the match between Ryxtylopia and Larxia, the atmosphere in the relativley small stadium was comparable with the one in the much larger Rivalda, with the Ryxtylopian fans singing and shouting during the match including when the Larxians arrived. Maybe it was this atmosphere that intimidated the Larxian players, or maybe it encouraged the players enough, or maybe Garravez plan worked out as the two layers of defense was able to absorb most of the Larxian attacks before swiftly hurrying to counter. After the national anthems played in the Zapriaca, the match started at kick off, with the Vultures almost inmediatley loosing the ball but regaining it in the midfield, despite this the first few attacks were subpar, the first shot towards goal of the match was made by Ryxtylopia in the 9th minute however it was a long shot that straved off the larxian goalpost. Soon the larxians got their chance not long after in the 16th minute, however pressure from the backline forced the shot straight into the arms of GK Franco Arvaldí, not causing much harm. The chanting intensified and after an intense battle mostly in the midfield the first time ended, people went for their refreshments, the players from both sides went to rest, the Larxian presence in the stadium was small, all concentrated in one area separated from the rest, however it was still there both sides cheered and wait. Soon the second time started, Larxia kicked off, and their players were able to get the ball into the box by the first minute, but the defense was able to repel their attack, quickly passing the ball forward for a counter-attack; the ball reached Fydó, but the flag went up, offside. The larxians attempted another shot at the 60th minute, and shot at goal, but Franco was able to deflect the shot over the post, resulting in a corner-kick for Larxia, which they failed, as Rivas passed to Larista; Larista to Farris who took it near the larxian box, evading the defense and then crossed it to Fydó who achieved the goal in the 60th minute, opening the scoreboard 1-0 in favor of the hosts. However the larxians didn't give up despite mockery from the ryxtylopian fans, and in the 68th minute they crossed the ball into the box, where they made a shot to goal, it was blocked by Franco but in the bounce the defense failed to clear it resulting in a larxian goal in the 68th minute. The stadium fell silent for a bit, and the game carried on, Larxia had another attempt at the 72nd minute but the shot was blocked by Franco, while Ryxtylopia failed a cross in the 79th minute, the game being a constant back and forth. This ended in the 85th minute however when Fydó managed getting through Larxia's defense and made a shot that went straight into the post, bouncing off to one of Larxia's defenders who failed to clear the ball loosing it to Farris who made a second shot that bounced off Larxia's GK, unfortunatley for the larxians the subsecuent bounce made it to the head of Arvaléz who headed it in for the 2-1, as the stadium once again errupted in celebration. The last attempt at goal of the game was made by Larxia after a free kick in the 90th+1 minute, but the shot bounced off the arch and into the back, after this the game ended as the crowd went crazy 2-1 in favor of the Vultures, and the band went crazy after Ryxtylopia's first win in its world cup and revenge against a nation that had humiliated them before.
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  37. OOC Footnotes: - Skrubbe og Skure translates to "Scrub and Scour", and En Upartisk Utfrågning translates to "An Unbiased Interrogation" - Kalsborg is the fourth largest city in Fujai, and a rote is the first subdivision below a kommune. Most kommunes have 2 to 5, but larger cities may have dozens.
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  38. The Response 10:08 hrs, Ryxtylopian Time (Auran Standard Time IAT-1) Guilchabó, chief of the department of security awaited silently the report in his office, luckily for him the situation with the protests was dying down, and only a few press outlets had even reported on the situation, however the damage to the people had already been done, with hundreds being hospitalized, and that was in Ryxenia alone, many other cities had the unrest spread to them, however the quick actions of security forces had dispersed most crowds that were able to assemble, besides it was a match day; Ryxtylopia would face Larxia, a tough opponent today, that meant many people would be distracted gathering in the stadiums, and public places to watch the match. But that wasn't to say the unrest had stopped, also whilst domestically the press was under control, there was still uncertanty about the international response to the situation, the goverment had to at least SAY something, since silence would probably only turn it worse, as people would seek their own responses. Gilchabó had already ordered the police to not let foreign press into the areas with unrest or the poorer part of towns, telling the men on the ground to: "If necessary drag them back into the stadiums where they should be." that could be bad but would prevent more coverage on the protests, the biggest concern of the government being the protesters gaining sympathy abroad, that could end in a more globe-wide movement against the state something Gilchabó didn't want to risk considering his job, and more importantly; his salary could be on the line. However as he thought, an assistant knocked on the door of his office, to hand over a printed report of injuries: CITY Reported Incidents Civilian Casualties Police Casalties Ryxenia 34 476 Confirmed Injuries >200(?) Unconfirmed Cases 2(?) Fatalities 47 Injuries Vynitiná 14 190 Confirmed Injuries ~200-300(?) Unconfirmed Injuries 33 Injuries Pinilaca 10 78 Confirmed Injuries ~150 Unconfirmed Injuries 17 Confirmed Injuries ~10 Unconfirmed Injuries Tilipaca 7 56 Confirmed Injuries ~76-110(?) Unconfirmed Injuries 22 Injuries Tsalapaní 3 17 Confirmed Injuries ~40 Unconfirmed Injuries 4 Confirmed Injuries ~4 Unconfirmed Injuries After giving the report a good read, Gilchabó heads to his computer an old one on his desk, and sends an email to his assistant to get ready to publish a statement on the matter, not on behalf of the Department of Security, but on behalf of the goverment, marking the email as urgent, and hoping for the bureocratic process to not be too long. Roughly 4 hours later... 14:18 hrs, Ryxtylopian Time (Auran Standard Time IAT-1) Gobyrno di la Fidiraxión di Ryxtylopia Government of the Ryxtylopian Federation Present - Sunday, November 19th of the year 1423. This is an OFFICIAL STATEMENT, conducted by the Ryxtylopian government, directed to all foreign governments and international press. This document is designed to recognize the events that have ocurred throught the last week (12th to 19th of November of the year 1423), said events being civil unrest throught the nation focusing on the capital; Ryxenia, and other major cities including: Vynitiná Pinilaca Tilipaca Tsalapaní Said unrest has been caused due to the realization of the III World Cup of Football, an event that in the year 1423 is being held in Ryxtylopia, this event had stirred unrest from the populace due to Political Reasons, and agitators have spread the unrest throught the country, putting at risk not only the integrity of the Ryxtylopian state but the integrity of the tournament and foreign lives in Ryxtylopia. Therefore we ask foreigners to be careful and read information about the situation via statements like this or by visiting the government website: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov]. The government of the Ryxtylopian Federation, as well as internal state organisms mainly, the Department of Internal Security, are doing efforts to controll the unrest and prevent casualties due to the incitation of violence by opposition figures and other "troublemakers". To prevent the spreading of violence to other areas we STRONGLY RECOMMEND foreign media outlets, as well as state-owned outlets to NOT REPORT ON THE SITUATION as this may only incite further violence, and could result in further casualties. As per casualties - There have been a reported 70 civilian injuries and 25 police injuries. To our knowledge, no foreigners, including tourists press, etc, have been injured, and the police response has been ADEQUATE, when it comes to the CONTAINMENT of the unrest. Protesters and Rioters have STARTED the crisis by using extreme violence against the police and security forces present at the start of the unrest forcing further measures to be taken to ensure the safetey of other civilians. We assure everybody, this situation is under controll, and the Department of Internal Security is doing everything in its power to contain the unrest which at the present day is on the decline, we've already made recommendations to foreigners and media within this document but for more info please visit: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov]. The response was perhaps not what many would have liked... it massivley understated the ammount of casualties, and didn't address the cases of missing people, but to Gilchabó it was good enough, as the missing cases could be written off as "normal" by the government, and if they stated the real ammount of casualties it would have only multiplied the unrest. Gilchabó had already a pretty busy day after the president parted for the airport to catch a short flight on his private Jet to Pinilaca were once at the airport he had been received by an angry crowd. For now the response would do, after all with the second day of matches about to start, public attention would be elsewhere...
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  39. WCF III Matchday 1 Synopsis: Nuran's Peourouin at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti represented by United Peourouin Sports Authority against Polari's Cambria Brandon Trella, Junior Correspondent United Peourouin Sports Authority Logo (логотип Союзні Перуен Спорт Авторитет) The United Peourouin Sports Authority proudly represents Team Peourouin at the World Cup of Football. The United Peourouin Sports Authority represented Nuran's Peourouin at the Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti against Polaris' Cambria (KCM-APR). The team is spearheaded with Head Coach Nikolas Saprots, the leading coach of the University of Fradif's Division Football team. His experience on the field made his candidacy for the role second to none. The team is comprised of all new drafts from FC from reknown FC throughout the country, some of whom are fresh collegiate athletes from their respective academic institutions (* indicates collegiate athlete, ! indicates reserve). The field was a 4-2-4 formation, a standard with Coach Saprots' teams. # Player Age Position Home FC/Academic Institution (AI) 1* Sayu Aktar 17 Forward Jairprozhia University (MY) 2 Voldymyd Gorun 23 Defense Tammat FC (LP-N) 3 Semmisk Dvojan 27 Forward Criim City (ZH) 4* Jakub Ostatna 22 Goal Petronavil College (AX) 5 Daoyu Han 24 Midfield Kyoursankta FC (ARNK) 6 Katarus Nortssk 23 Defense Normaay Frekstaud FC (NF-I) 7 Aigor Shasstorich 26 Defense Drir United (AD) 8 Ivaniu Zelehvy 22 Midfield Kiyiv Nord United (SR) 9 Odeyh Ussrsaii 28 Forward Haank-Ordosa FC (TQ) 10 Remst Saprotskyy 26 Defense Helmaamoi FC (PaCT) 11* Juleas Hass 19 Forward Saint-Polut Institute of Technology (ET) 12! Etemas Toldan 23 Forward Vestaa-Tao FC (LP) 13! William Ryan 24 Defense Feziklyr United (CT) 14!* Tranya Rybuscko 18 Forward University of Aksitreros (DY) 15! Aleyy Tamil 25 Goal Logdyshch FC (HY) 16! Fed Hrevenor 25 Midfield Magyuar City (MR) 17! Aigor Propsyyn 25 Defense Zhlanon FC (SB-NN) 18!* Larims Riubot 21 Defense Quaramstat Viatic College (BK) 19! Jake Stortable 29 Midfield Yedaiyivni FC (SL) 20! Viktor Udemien 33 Forward Fradifskaas United (FF) 21! Sasha Vedmyyds 29 Defense Air Force (HY) 22! Luiee Xiong 23 Forward Amasilong FC (ARNK) Playing yesterday, the Peouroun colors were worn stridently with the swoosh of a new athleisurewear company, Grinde, which sustainably sources its manufacturing procedure from ancient indigenous fabric weaving with the same feel and performance as brand-name gear. Below is the kit the team sported earlier. Starting the match, the Cambrian team scored 2 points five minutes apart at 10' and 15', laying out the opponent's grip on the Peouroun team. Both teams kept tossing the ball between themselves and the goalkeepers, Cambria evidently going on attack more often causing Peourouin to rely on its considerably stacked defense. Peourouin then at 30' threaded the needle with Nortssk's quick and precise kick to Hass through the tight Cambrian defense. The ball went too far for the goalkeeper to deflect it, making the score KCM 2-1 APR by half-time. Resuming for the second half, the break did wonders for the Peourouns. They were light on their feet and worked the Cambrians down for everything they had. Hopping away at 52' with a wide-open pass from Zelehvy to Ussrsaii. Cambria gained back its lead at 74' with a clean shot. Peourouin fought hard minute by minute, and their efforts yielded another goal at 89', closing the gap between them. The match ended KCM 4-3 APR, the most goals in a match. Peourouin ends with -1 in Group B after MD1, but a fighting -1. For MD2, Peourouin will be up against Teralyon. Teralyon, who was absent for the previous World Cup, has returned this year. The team is taking an ice bath, preparing for the match tomorrow, November 19. 1423 has been a year of interest, tomorrow is something you should not miss. (STATEMENT: Peourouin Today is not affiliated with the Peouroun government, Budynok Narodu, or the Supreme Court of Peourouin. We are an independent journal whose goal is to provide the nation and Esferos with the independent, with facts news and coverage through the lens of Peourouin.) Prime Minister Olaysiy Udemmiena travels to Ryxtylopia along with the United Peourouin Sports Authority for the inaugural presense of Peourouin at the World Cup of Football III Joukin Aksprata, Auran Correspondent Despite the protests in Ryxtylopia, PM Olaysiy Udemmiena has proceeded to travel to Vynitiná to observe Peourouin's first appearance at a World Cup of Football (WCF). PM Udemmiena trip has apparently been approved for international travel by President Humatiy, however, many have heeded the lady PM to be vigilant in areas of conflict. One subscriber to PT stated, "The PM should be protected, and she should be wary about her whereabouts. I know that our security detail will inform her of any suspected target on her, but it shakes me to my core to have such an important figure in Peouroun politics fall victim in foreign hands." The consensus of the nation is troubling, but the PM stands firm in the undermining eyes of many. President Humatiy has sent regards to her and the Peouroun team. He stated in a quick soundbite, he would be watching the performance. "We must show the world that we are not an easy opponent, but we will work towards the top on the field or through pen on paper. (STATEMENT: Peourouin Today is not affiliated with the Peouroun government, Budynok Narodu, or the Supreme Court of Peourouin. We are an independent journal whose goal is to provide the nation and Esferos with the independent, with facts news and coverage through the lens of Peourouin.)
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  40. Transcript: Video shows Noya Priscan and a Quiyakaso Gohalitsve with a black eye in front of the stadium Quiyakaso: "Helloooooooo Zoran! I-" Noya: “Quiyakaso, why do you have a black eye?” Quiyakaso: “Oh this? Yeah I got it after a Ryxtylopian punched me in the face during a flash mob.” Noya: “...A flash mob? Really? What is this, 1403?!” Quiyakaso: “Well, it was a weird flash mob. They were all holding signs and chanting something. So I made myself a sign that said 'I Like Pie' and started chanting that while walking with them.” Noya: "...Quiyakaso, that was a protest...not a flash mob." Quiyakaso: “Ooooooooooh, that makes a lot of sense!” Noya: [groans] “You think!” Quiyakaso: "Yeah...and then I walked into the slums. Nice people, some of them. One tried to mug me and I gave her my fake wallet! That's right! I carry a fake wallet on me now for occasions like this! Noya: ...You did the two things we were told not to do! Get involved with the protests and enter the slums! Quiyakaso: "Oh come on, Noya! Where's your sense of adventure?" Noya: "I left it at the hotel room, now let's get back to the actual news report we are supposed to have." Quiyakaso: "Ok, fiiiiiiiiiine. The Zoranian Thunderbirds won their match 2-1 after clutching victory from the jaws of a tie!" Noya: ...That's not the expression, Quiyakaso. It wouldn't even work in this situation! Quiyakaso: Eh, but they get the point. The Zoranian team is going up against Pedandria next at the Par-...Parkui? Parkui Victoria? Noya: Parque Vittoria. Let's hope our team does well in their next match. I'm Noya Prisc- Quiyakaso: Hold on! We're not done yet! We have to go to the slums! Show the country what the true life of a Ryxtylopian is! Noya: That is not our job! We are here to report on the sporting event! We are not travel journalists! Quiyakaso: But adventure! Noya: NO! I'm not going to let you go off an potentially get killed in the slums! Quiyakaso: But how about we go get some real tacos instead of tacos that are sold here at more touristy restaurants? Noya: ... Quiyakaso: Eh? Eeeeeeeh? Not a bad idea, huh? Noya: Ok, one time. We go the slums just. this. once. Quiyakaso: Yes! I knew I would win you over one day! That is when a pack of seagulls descend upon Quiyakaso and start attacking him Quiyakaso: NOT AGAIN!!! Noya: sighs Can someone get the bandages? .
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  41. The end of day 1 People packed into the Rivalda, practically filling up to capacity for the game between Ryxtylopia and Kalmach, “the colossus” preparing to see Ryxtylopia’s first match at home. As per usual with matches involving Ryxtylopia, fans of both teams weren’t allowed to sit in the same areas, the stadium was subdivided, and most of these subdivisions went to Ryxtylopia considering they would have most of the guests, with removable metal fences separating both sides and each subdivision to prevent fights from breaking out. After both national anthems played, the locals kicked off, starting off slightly cautiously, but after a gap opened up in the opponent's defense the ryxtylopian players took to attacking, with a pass from M. Larista reaching A. Fydó who was able to send the ball cleanly into the right side of Kalmach’s goal in the 2nd minute, as the Rivalda exploded with the word “GOOOOOOOOOL!” That meant Ryxtylopia was 1 up in the 2nd minute, expectations were high however from here as the kalmachians kicked off the game lost momentum, and it became both sides constantly fighting for the ball, with the ryxtylopians attempting to get the kalmachians to make a mistake to be able to attack, while their opponents put pressure on the midfield without being able to get into the backline. In the 37th minute, Fydó got a pass from R. Dipartí taking the ball all the way into the box, where he attempted to shoot but the ball went over the post. Just before break in the 44th minute, Fydó took the ball and tried finding someone to head it in, he passed it to Larista in the box, but Larista missed the header, the ball heading for M. Vilaní who was unprepared for the ball, expecting a bounce; Vilaní shot with his weak foot, sending the ball on a low angle to be easily catched by Kalmach’s GK, Meikal Schkridt. After 2 minutes of added time, the whistle blew signaling half time as both sides headed to rest, and fans headed for more snacks and replenishments. For the second time it mostly remained the same, however after some changes Kalmach was able to get back on the game, as ryxtylopia made fewer attempts on goal, the last one being a long shot N. Farris on the 54th minute that got easily intercepted by Schkridt. On the 67th minute however after several attempts to get through the midfield Kalmach was able to exploit a missed pass by P. Arvaléz and get through into the backline, where E. Rivas failed a slide tackle and E. Vilaña was too slow to respond, as the ball went and bounced off the post into the net on top of Franco Arvaldí’s Head, at the 67th minute. After that the stadium felt silent as the ball once again kicked off, Kalmach immediately going on the attack and getting past the strong Ryxtylopian midfield, however this time around the 70th minute Vilaña intercepted a ball headed for the box and cleared it away. Ryxtylopia had their last chance of the game around the 81rst minute when Vilaní received a good pass from Farris and passed it to Fydó who had his ball blocked by one of the kalmash defenders. Kalmach continued with the pressure until their last chance in the 90+1rst minute during the 3 minutes of stoppage time, when they received a corner kick, but shot to the net but defender E. Guivéz deflected the ball towards the midfield, where the match ended 1-1. Fans left the stadium, the game was sort of intense but many were disappointed by not winning their first game at home, the game exposed however how loud “The Band” was, with the whole Rivalda singing almost in unisense with several songs, as fans stayed right up until the end of the match. From the best known song; Adilentí Ryxtylopia! to Biutre Ródeado, and insults at the federal police, flags and banners everywhere and the fireworks and singing at the start, the match probably had the best atmosphere during that day. But the players didn’t celebrate, as they got ready to train the next day, as their next match would be against a team that beat them 4-1 in the previous competition, almost condemning the last team to fall in the groups, and previous finalists: Larxia.
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  42. Tensions Escalate Over Bilyad By Aldo Spears, International Affairs Correspondent November 17, 1423 In a dramatic escalation of regional tensions, two Cambrian fighter jets were dispatched to patrol the skies over the nation of Bilyad, enforcing a controversial no-fly zone. The move has ignited concerns about the potential for further instability in the already volatile region. The fighter jets, piloted by veteran naval aviatiors, undertook the mission in response to what Cambrian officials claim were repeated violations of the designated airspace by unidentified aircraft. Bilyadi authorities have vehemently denied any wrongdoing, insisting that their airspace remains sovereign and accusing Cambria of unwarranted aggression. The no-fly zone, established by an international coalition last month, is intended to ensure the safety and security of the region amid growing geopolitical tensions. However, the enforcement of such zones often raises questions about the delicate balance between preserving national sovereignty and preventing potential conflicts. Captain Reinvald, speaking exclusively to our correspondent from the new multinational base in Ryxtylopia, expressed the gravity of the situation. "Our mission is to uphold the principles of international law and ensure the safety of the region," he stated, emphasizing the importance of maintaining stability in the face of escalating tensions. Captain Reinvald continued, adding, "We are committed to following established protocols and avoiding any unnecessary provocations. Our goal is to ensure that the no-fly zone is respected and that regional peace is maintained." The international community has been quick to respond to the Cambrian military intervention. Diplomatic channels are buzzing with activity as world leaders and envoys from various nations work tirelessly to defuse the situation. The Astorian Union has called for an emergency session to address the escalating tensions and prevent the situation from spiraling out of control. Critics argue that the enforcement of a no-fly zone by military means could exacerbate tensions rather than resolve them. The delicate diplomatic dance that follows will undoubtedly shape the future of the region and influence the international community's approach to similar conflicts in the future. As the world watches with bated breath, the skies over Bilyad remain tense, echoing the uncertainty that grips the region. The actions taken by Cambrian fighter jets represent a pivotal moment, with the potential to either defuse the situation or plunge the region into further turmoil.
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  43. Nuntias Diarias de Giovanniterra - Daily News of Giovanniland Giovanniland's Football Team Arrives in Ryxtylopia Ryxenia, Ryxtylopia - The Giovannilandian National Football Team (Squadra Nationala Giovanniterrana de Pedesfera, in Giovannese) has arrived at the Ryxtylopian capital city for the start of the 3rd World Cup of Football. The 33-player strong team will be playing in Group B for the group stage, together with Cambria, United Adaikes, and Teralyon from Polaris, the latter of which the Giovannilandians will meet on the first matchday, as well as the Nuran nations of Sekiya and Peourouin. The national team has seen many changes since the last edition of the World Cup, most notably Gustavo Zapata replacing Lorentio Santo-Ferraro as team captain. Gustavo scored goals for Giovanniland in the two previous World Cup, and also led the nation's football in the past Summer Esferiads, being the leader in goals and assistances while being a key contributor to Giovanniland's two silver medals in Saint-Josalyn and then Quoriv-Kharventhin. Interviewed about his expectations for the upcoming World Cup by the Nuntikarta, Gustavo replied he hopes that Giovanniland can surpass its previous record of the Round of 16. 1423 Chess Championship Near Sonserina, Montemore Province, Giovanniland - While most of the world is currently focused on the 3rd World Cup of Football happening in Ryxtylopia, many in Giovanniland are also looking forward to one of the nation's most famous competitions. The 1423 Giovanniland Chess Championship (Campionato Giovanniterrano de Ludregale) is slated to happen in December of this year, and preparations are finishing while the regional competitions host their last matches to decide which chess players will participate in this grand national event. Chess is one of the leading sports of Giovanniland, available since childhood in most schools as an option for those who are not very skilled in physical sports, and this event that has happened yearly since 1354 usually earns recognition from the nation's prime minister. The current holder of the position, Elisa Anario-Silva, has already confirmed her visit to the event, and this year the Chess Championship promises to be even more special since it will end as the Lavender Festival starts, which is a national celebration of the new year. Fourty participants will be participating in the event, these places having been divided into places for each region allocated in proportion to regional population, aside from one spot automatically reserved for the defending champion, Guillermo Uryde-Amorino from Primolido, which has won the last two editions. Several notable players from the past editions have already qualified, including but not limited to Giovanni Amdo-Gyatso and Raffella Quadrigaro from Giovannia Magna, Vittore Nyima-Lyamo from Altana, as well as Lavanda Rosetta-Lyra and Karlo Neurine-Sousa from Lavanda Prima. Economy of Giovanniland Continues Strong Giovannia Capital City, Giovanniland - The Giovannilandian economy finishes another month in a strong position, maintaining its place as the fourth largest economy of Esferos and also keeping the nation's place among the world's highest Gross Domestic Product (GDP) per capita values. Giovanniland's GDP PPP is valued at $1,406,647,221,920 while the per capita index is at $48,000, with the highest contribution coming from the tertiary or services sector, followed by the secondary or industrial sector and at last the primary sector. The tertiary sectors accounts for 72% of the national economy, with significant participation from the trading, finances, and tourism areas. An example is banking, with the nation's leading banks known internationally for their secure systems and lower taxes, although the government receives a fee to ensure the sector's strength and there are also mechanisms to avoid illegal money deposits. Eco-tourism has also seen continued growth, as the nation's environmental policies ensure that visitors can experience lands as diverse as the rainforests of northern Lavender Island to the southern Giovandolian Mountains. Meanwhile, the secondary sector contributes to 26.5% of the national GDP and is very diverse. The technological industry is headed in the Primolido and Altana regions, in Aura and Andolia respectively, and retains its place among the nation's spotlights due to its high advancement. The food industry, strongest in the Abrenaustro and Rivolinte regions, has also seen a notable increase ahead of the end of year celebrations, when many in the nation hold special events and several cities also brace for significant tourism. On the other hand, the retail and automobile industries were among those marking a slight decrease, although it is hoped this will be overcome soon. Finally, despite its far smaller contribution of 1.5% to the economy and a retraction this month, the primary sector maintains its importance as the basis for many of the nation's more advanced exports. Due to its tropical location, Giovanniland is a significant producer of a variety of crops, including but not limted to bananas, coconuts, papayas, cassava, cocoa, coffee, rice, sweet potato, and tea. Mining operations also continue, especially in the Valmirabbe and Terra Violeta regions, although mindful of the nation's environmental regulations.
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  44. Mussa was startled by a sudden noise and opened one of his eyes. As he turned the lights on, the faint whirring of a lightbulb echoed throughout the room. How long had he slept since he got back to the hotel room? Mussa quickly looked left and right, as if the walls could answer his question. The last days of training had been very demanding, and the long flight had not been kind to him, as he still had to recover fully. He slowly got out of his bed and looked out of the window. Ryxenia’s bright city lights cut through the dark sky, as if they were a sea of artificial stars. Mussa had never traveled so far away in his life. He was used to living in his native town, small even by fluvian standards. Instead, the Ryxtylopian Capital seemed to stretch endlessly, and he struggled to visualize the sheer size of it. “A single city that contains almost all citizens of Rivalfiume,” he thought to himself. But Mussa’s thoughts were cut short by a faint siren noise, as several police lights briefly lit up the distant city streets, painting them bright blue. Mussa followed the police lights with his eyes, until they disappeared behind a large building. It seemed like a lot of police was required. He didn't think too much of it. "Besides, it's such a huge city..." Mussa admired the city landscape one more time before turning to his bed. “Sleeping will help me recover and stay sharp for the oncoming matches.” he thought, before shutting off the lights.
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  45. In this strange land, there were no prayer bells. Tai Gofain rose with the morning sun, wrapped in oppressive silence. It was the strangest part of travel, he reasoned. Looking about the lai Irriavada suite, everything else seemed so close to normal: His crimson goalkeeper's kit was neatly folded nearby, as if in eager wait. Songbirds called in the breaking dawn. Far below, even the din of a city in waking was familiar. The sweeping windows across from his bed offered an unparalleled view of the skyline and the sea, and for the sweetest moment he could have believed he was home. The unending eye crested the horizon in all resplendence, calling the children of its sworn deity to exalt in the renewal of vows. But the silence, as every day prior, did not give way. Tai rose and approached the great window. He shivered, in part for the conditioned air of his suite, in main because the quiet never ceased to unnerve him. In Aukera — fair, distant Aukera — the bells would have been clamouring alongside this view. Even in little Afit, they rang from the temples, from the school, from the town hall and from several homes. They rang to exalt the rising sun and to signal the dawn prayer. They rang to call the people together, as one. As he knelt to intone the renewal of oaths, though he knew it to be a symptom of an overactive imagination, he heard those bells and the chorus in his mind. “O Lord of Sacred Gold, sworn to the rising sun, I kneel before your radiance…” The crowd roared. Tai blinked. Blue sky above, green field around. The stadium rose up around him on either side, packed to the brim. He heard chants, jeers, prayers, in languages unrecognisable. He saw hundreds of flags, many his own. He lowered his gaze and saw the team arrayed before him, and the Arifians beyond. He tensed, and waited for the whistle. “I renew my vows to you, as you rise in triumph to banish the night. I pledge my service unending, to mold my soul in worthy rembrance…” Darkness given way to daylight. The call of native birds swelled, the toll of prayer bells ceased. Another power outage in Afit, and the children had been set loose onto the schoolyard in education's stead. They might regret it later, perhaps, but the prospect of play defeated any hesitance in a young goalkeeper's mind. He watched the other children struggle for the ball, patiently. Twelve years hence, a young adult stood in similar position with the presssure of a nation on his shoulders. "I shall cast my name and deeds in amber, to be borne to the end of days, and attain perfection in the new paradise of Your making. I shall speak the Golden Word, and light shall flow from my lips. I shall strike impurity from my soul, and be remembered as an image of Your perfection…” Twelve years… an instant, but almost a lifetime. Some of his seniors — brothers, now — had laughed at that notion. Captain Sòjìc had clapped him on the back. ‘Son,’ he had said, ‘keep those thoughts close. One day you'll blink and it'll be twenty, thirty years gone. Then, if you remember, you can start to call it a lifetime.’ "I shall bear the names and deeds of my brothers and sisters into your arms, and see them born again. I shall uplift their weakness, embolden their weariness, and guide them should they be lost…” The Captain was at the front, as always. As his age advanced, it was less and less a fitting place to be, but becoming the greatest player in the Infinite Empire had left only a taste for more. Despite his reservations, especially facing Arifiyyah so early, Tai held a glimmer of hope. Perhaps he was right, and this might at last be their year. As tense silence descended over the arena, and the game against the world-third team loomed into being… “Your light shines upon me, and I bathe in its brilliance. O Azten Lord, from whom life's waters flow, O God of Seas, which protect our bountiful shores, O Bearer of the Word, which will enlighten all things... O Infinite Emperor, master divine, I exalt in thy names, which shall endure for ever and ever. Aten.” The whistle blew. The crowd's roar rose to a climax. There was a knock on the door. Tai started, jolted from his reverie. He was still knelt before the window. The cold air. The silence. No crowd, no stadium, no locker room conversations, not even an Afit field. The sun had risen yet further, and the world was now truly alight. “Tai!” Called Òbdau's voice. “We're heading out, get a move on!” Tai rose, mouthed a prayer for luck, and moved to the door.
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  46. Nieubasria Nieubasria is a nation of nearly 28 million residents, located in the northwest heart of Polaris. Though not the most popular professional sport in Nieubasria, football (called soccer in Nieubasria) is enjoying a steadily increasing popularity due to recent high profile victories and celebrity interest. Basric Soccer Association The Basric Soccer Association is a national sport organization whose mission is the organization and promotion of soccer in Nieubasria. To develop talented Nieubasric soccer players to achieve Esferiad and World Championship medal performances, BSA convenes amateur and semi-professional soccer leagues from which it chooses members of the National Team. BSA became a Convenorate in 1387 when the two remaining members under the previous federative structure merged under then Convenor Baron-Esquire Conrad Ellise. A Convenorate is unitary organization structure under a single Convenor, usually the Patron, that serves as the figurehead. Convenorates will most often have a form of Board or Trusteeship which publishes bylaws and manages the hiring for the official posts of the organization, such as Manager of the National Teams. Quick Info Trigram: NIU Adjective: Basric Demonym: Basrian Plural: Basrians Language: Astorian, Common Population: 27,972,687 Area: 609,327 km2 GDP (PPP) per capita: 195,566฿ , $45,800 international monetary units Capital: Clarenton Resources Nieubasria National Sports Organizations Team Info Basic Info: Preferred formation: 4-1-2-3 or 4-3-3 Style mod: +3.6 Home stadium: Nephele National Pitch, Saint Aiaden (cap. 52,800 (36,960 seated, 15,840 standing)) Known commonly as Nephele Pitch, the stadium is located in a recreational hub built atop reclaimed land on the bay, also home to the Basric Ballet Company's headquarters and the Saint Aiaden Symphony Orchestra. Nephele Pitch is the largest stadium in the nation, and serves as the home stadium for the National Team and the Saint Aiaden FC. The pitch features a retractable roof installed in 1409 following the 1408 cancellation of the Basric Cup finals due to unseasonably strong snows. Managers: Quinten de Klerk, Baron-Esquire Máirín Ellisel (ex-officio) As patron to the National Team, Convenor Baron-Esquire Máirín Ellisel is considered an ex-officio manager. Máirín deliberates with the Basric Soccer Association Board of Trustees to hire the full-time manager. The current Manager Quinten de Klerk was hired in 1412 after the retirement of the long serving Vita Anker. Coaches: Eadan Zandbergen (Head), Lisanne Jewele, Bas Rodden Roster Name / Position / Number / Age / (Starting/Reserve) Dalton Fairburne / Keeper / 1 / 31 / (Starting) Maksymilian Grover / Keeper / 12 / 33 / (Reserve) Gustaaf Kampmans / Defender / 2 / 32 / (Starting) Holden Sudworthe / Defender / 3 / 28 / (Starting) Seth Cory / Defender / 4 / 30 / (Starting) Bran Mccracken / Defender / 5 / 27 / (Starting) Camdyn Akermane / Defender / 14 / 35 / (Reserve) Tatum Boatwrighte / Defender / 15 / 26 / (Reserve) Greysen Beverlye / Defender / 16 / 30 / (Reserve) Adriaan Yzaaks / Defender / 17 / 31 / (Reserve) Lowie Schovers / Midfielder / 6 / 33 / (Starting) Huxley Townsende / Midfielder / 7 / 30 / (Starting) Landan Aylmere / Midfielder / 8 / 28 / (Starting) Ard Taai / Midfielder / 18 / 27 / (Reserve) Maxim Ioan / Midfielder / 19 / 27 / (Reserve) Gerrit Slager / Midfielder / 20 / 30 / (Reserve) Camdyn Cartwrighte / Forward/ 9 / 34 / (Starting) Knox Hunte / Forward / 10 / 29 / (Starting) Zedh Coreia / Forward / 14 / 23 (Starting) Morgan Robert / Forward / 27 / 30 / (Reserve) Rikkert Kortier / Forward / 21 / 27 / (Reserve) Machiel Zieleman / Forward / 22 / 28 / (Reserve) Truman Hamptone / Forward / 23 / 30 / (Reserve) Home Kit Away Kit RP Permissions Injure my players: Yes (minor only, DM me) Assign my players yellow cards: Yes Assign my players red cards: Yes (with good reason) Godmod injuries: No Godmod scoring: No Godmod other events: No
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  47. "They passed what!?" His Serene Highness, Marcarius, nearly knocked over the glass of 20-year-old Solurian Port as he threw his Lion's Voice crossword puzzle to his desk. Clarkson, the prince's valet and personal assistant deftly prevented the spill as he responded. "Yes, sir. Lady Fargone (Saint Markan Minister of FA) informed me moments ago and requested an audience to discuss the situation." "Of course," replied the prince, regaining his composure. "Please set that up for as soon as possible. We must do what we can to stop this from becoming law. Do you realize how many of the Electors own estates in Zoran? The House of Halohin has enjoyed the views from Larus Hall since the mid-500s! Do we know if the Queen will be attending the football games? Perhaps she and I can meet informally." "I will make inquiries, sir."
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  48. Te Ur-Ajlàh sho Aken Rà - Football Team of Aukera Away Jersey: Starting Eleven Name Number Position Age Tai ret Gofain 8 GK 19 Sei ret Jeik 11 RCB 26 Shifed em Idhi 22 LCB 29 Adhìr zen Gitò 19 LB 30 Kai em Fraikh 26 RB 33 Gothu Dhai 4 PM 24 Ipai ret Ikhfan 6 PM 27 Òlfikh Lauhìr 14 AM 26 Val ret Nàkh 13 AM 20 Dhòmmein Arjulkh 20 AM 31 Sòjìc em Etelsh 2 CF 35 Reserve Name Number Position Age T. Veigvun 1 GK 23 O. Ojeik 10 GK 30 M. Vàkhmìng 7 B 29 F. Velàj 5 B 27 Z. Ainaumla 12 B 25 S. Mauzh 16 B 28 T. Vau 9 M 29 E. Midh 18 M 25 T. Biggi 3 M 23 A. Ingid 15 M 33 D. Ezhelai 21 M 31 Style Modifier: +3.5 Head Coach: Ren vet Òbdau Captain: Sòjìc em Etelsh Who to Watch: The Aukeran team has a reputation for oddball combinations and left-field plays, and this roster seems no different. Without the pressure of a well-established industry or a reputation to uphold, trusted picks and connections to the Coach and Captain had an easy in to the Cup for yet another year. Tai Gofain is the youngest player to represent the archipelago in some years. Hailing from Afit, a mountain town in Aria canton famous for its production of local football legends, he rides the high of a recent victory in the Hierarch's Cup in team with Etelsh. Crediting a 'sixth sense' from communion with the sacred mount, his talents are now to be truly tested a thousand miles from home. Team Captain Sòjìc Etelsh remains a consistent, aggressive power for several years running. Proximity to coach Òbdau has seen him present in every Aukeran go for the cup in the last decade and a half, as well as several stints in the Hierarch's and League of All Realms. His penchant for flair is a defining aspect of the entire team, and will remain so for so long as he keeps the head. (I'll as more to this when I'm not sleepy and/or sick and/or both)
    9 points
  49. Group Stage Draw Pots Group Stage Draw Group Stage Mechanics Twenty-four (24) participating nations will be divided into four (4) groups with six (6) nations each. Nations will play with all nations found in their group. A win is given three (3) points, a draw is given one (1) point, and a loss is given zero (0) points. Four (4) nations with the most points in their group will progress in the knockout rounds. When points are tied, goal difference, goals scored, and matchup results between the tied teams are checked to break the tie. Results are given at 9 PM ET, with a cut-off for role play at 8 PM ET two days after. Match Day 1: November 17* Match Day 2: November 19 Match Day 3: November 21 Match Day 4: November 25 (extended cut-off due to Thanksgiving)* Match Day 5: November 28 (delayed) Round of 16: December 1* (moved further) Quarterfinals: December 3 Semi-Finals: December 5 Ranking Matches and Final: December 7* (dates with asterisks, including the Group Draw, shall have a Match Recap show and will be done live in TWP RP Discord Stage) Schedule of Games (Teams on the left are the home teams)
    9 points
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