United Adaikes

"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."

Results of the 3rd Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Larxia 4–2 Kalmach Overthinkers 1–1 Ryxtylopia Alchera (NPC) 0–0 Rivalfiume Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Overthinkers 3 2 1 0 4 1 +3 7 2 Ryxtylopia 3 1 2 0 4 3 +1 5 3 Larxia 3 1 1 1 6 5 +1 4 4 Alchera (NPC) 3 0 2 1 1 2 −1 2 5 Kalmach 3 0 2 1 4 6 −2 2 6 Rivalfiume 3 0 2 1 1 3 −2 2 Group B United Adaikes 1–0 Peourouin Giovanniland 2–4 Cambria Teralyon 1–1 Sekiya Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 3 3 0 0 10 5 +5 9 2 United Adaikes 3 2 0 1 2 2 0 6 3 Sekiya 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 Teralyon 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 5 Giovanniland 3 1 0 2 3 6 −3 3 6 Peourouin 3 0 0 3 3 7 −4 0 Group C Fujai 1–0 Ionia Hertfordshire and Jammbo 1–2 Nieubasria Saint Mark 0–0 Candelu Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 3 3 0 0 7 1 +6 9 2 Fujai 3 2 0 1 2 1 +1 6 3 Saint Mark 3 1 2 0 4 0 +4 5 4 Candelu 3 1 1 1 2 2 0 4 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 3 0 1 2 2 4 −2 1 6 Ionia 3 0 0 3 0 9 −9 0 Group D Dalimbar 1–1 Aukera Zoran 1–2 Arifiyyah Libterraria (NPC) 2–0 Pedandria Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Arifiyyah 3 3 0 0 5 2 +3 9 2 Zoran 3 2 0 1 6 4 +2 6 3 Aukera 3 1 1 1 4 4 0 4 4 Dalimbar 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 4 5 Libterraria (NPC) 3 1 0 2 5 5 0 3 6 Pedandria 3 0 0 3 1 6 −5 0  

Results of the 3rd Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Larxia 4–2 Kalmach Overthinkers 1–1 Ryxtylopia Alchera (NPC) 0–0 Rivalfiume Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Overthinkers 3 2 1 0 4 1 +3 7 2 Ryxtylopia 3 1 2 0 4 3 +1 5 3 Larxia 3 1 1 1 6 5 +1 4 4 Alchera (NPC) 3 0 2 1 1 2 −1 2 5 Kalmach 3 0 2 1 4 6 −2 2 6 Rivalfiume 3 0 2 1 1 3 −2 2 Group B United Adaikes 1–0 Peourouin Giovanniland 2–4 Cambria Teralyon 1–1 Sekiya Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 3 3 0 0 10 5 +5 9 2 United Adaikes 3 2 0 1 2 2 0 6 3 Sekiya 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 Teralyon 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 5 Giovanniland 3 1 0 2 3 6 −3 3 6 Peourouin 3 0 0 3 3 7 −4 0 Group C Fujai 1–0 Ionia Hertfordshire and Jammbo 1–2 Nieubasria Saint Mark 0–0 Candelu Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 3 3 0 0 7 1 +6 9 2 Fujai 3 2 0 1 2 1 +1 6 3 Saint Mark 3 1 2 0 4 0 +4 5 4 Candelu 3 1 1 1 2 2 0 4 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 3 0 1 2 2 4 −2 1 6 Ionia 3 0 0 3 0 9 −9 0 Group D Dalimbar 1–1 Aukera Zoran 1–2 Arifiyyah Libterraria (NPC) 2–0 Pedandria Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Arifiyyah 3 3 0 0 5 2 +3 9 2 Zoran 3 2 0 1 6 4 +2 6 3 Aukera 3 1 1 1 4 4 0 4 4 Dalimbar 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 4 5 Libterraria (NPC) 3 1 0 2 5 5 0 3 6 Pedandria 3 0 0 3 1 6 −5 0  

Results of the 3rd Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Larxia 4–2 Kalmach Overthinkers 1–1 Ryxtylopia Alchera (NPC) 0–0 Rivalfiume Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Overthinkers 3 2 1 0 4 1 +3 7 2 Ryxtylopia 3 1 2 0 4 3 +1 5 3 Larxia 3 1 1 1 6 5 +1 4 4 Alchera (NPC) 3 0 2 1 1 2 −1 2 5 Kalmach 3 0 2 1 4 6 −2 2 6 Rivalfiume 3 0 2 1 1 3 −2 2 Group B United Adaikes 1–0 Peourouin Giovanniland 2–4 Cambria Teralyon 1–1 Sekiya Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 3 3 0 0 10 5 +5 9 2 United Adaikes 3 2 0 1 2 2 0 6 3 Sekiya 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 Teralyon 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 5 Giovanniland 3 1 0 2 3 6 −3 3 6 Peourouin 3 0 0 3 3 7 −4 0 Group C Fujai 1–0 Ionia Hertfordshire and Jammbo 1–2 Nieubasria Saint Mark 0–0 Candelu Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 3 3 0 0 7 1 +6 9 2 Fujai 3 2 0 1 2 1 +1 6 3 Saint Mark 3 1 2 0 4 0 +4 5 4 Candelu 3 1 1 1 2 2 0 4 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 3 0 1 2 2 4 −2 1 6 Ionia 3 0 0 3 0 9 −9 0 Group D Dalimbar 1–1 Aukera Zoran 1–2 Arifiyyah Libterraria (NPC) 2–0 Pedandria Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Arifiyyah 3 3 0 0 5 2 +3 9 2 Zoran 3 2 0 1 6 4 +2 6 3 Aukera 3 1 1 1 4 4 0 4 4 Dalimbar 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 4 5 Libterraria (NPC) 3 1 0 2 5 5 0 3 6 Pedandria 3 0 0 3 1 6 −5 0  

Results of the 3rd Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Larxia 4–2 Kalmach Overthinkers 1–1 Ryxtylopia Alchera (NPC) 0–0 Rivalfiume Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Overthinkers 3 2 1 0 4 1 +3 7 2 Ryxtylopia 3 1 2 0 4 3 +1 5 3 Larxia 3 1 1 1 6 5 +1 4 4 Alchera (NPC) 3 0 2 1 1 2 −1 2 5 Kalmach 3 0 2 1 4 6 −2 2 6 Rivalfiume 3 0 2 1 1 3 −2 2 Group B United Adaikes 1–0 Peourouin Giovanniland 2–4 Cambria Teralyon 1–1 Sekiya Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 3 3 0 0 10 5 +5 9 2 United Adaikes 3 2 0 1 2 2 0 6 3 Sekiya 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 Teralyon 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 5 Giovanniland 3 1 0 2 3 6 −3 3 6 Peourouin 3 0 0 3 3 7 −4 0 Group C Fujai 1–0 Ionia Hertfordshire and Jammbo 1–2 Nieubasria Saint Mark 0–0 Candelu Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 3 3 0 0 7 1 +6 9 2 Fujai 3 2 0 1 2 1 +1 6 3 Saint Mark 3 1 2 0 4 0 +4 5 4 Candelu 3 1 1 1 2 2 0 4 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 3 0 1 2 2 4 −2 1 6 Ionia 3 0 0 3 0 9 −9 0 Group D Dalimbar 1–1 Aukera Zoran 1–2 Arifiyyah Libterraria (NPC) 2–0 Pedandria Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Arifiyyah 3 3 0 0 5 2 +3 9 2 Zoran 3 2 0 1 6 4 +2 6 3 Aukera 3 1 1 1 4 4 0 4 4 Dalimbar 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 4 5 Libterraria (NPC) 3 1 0 2 5 5 0 3 6 Pedandria 3 0 0 3 1 6 −5 0  

Results of the 3rd Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Larxia 4–2 Kalmach Overthinkers 1–1 Ryxtylopia Alchera (NPC) 0–0 Rivalfiume Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Overthinkers 3 2 1 0 4 1 +3 7 2 Ryxtylopia 3 1 2 0 4 3 +1 5 3 Larxia 3 1 1 1 6 5 +1 4 4 Alchera (NPC) 3 0 2 1 1 2 −1 2 5 Kalmach 3 0 2 1 4 6 −2 2 6 Rivalfiume 3 0 2 1 1 3 −2 2 Group B United Adaikes 1–0 Peourouin Giovanniland 2–4 Cambria Teralyon 1–1 Sekiya Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 3 3 0 0 10 5 +5 9 2 United Adaikes 3 2 0 1 2 2 0 6 3 Sekiya 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 Teralyon 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 4 5 Giovanniland 3 1 0 2 3 6 −3 3 6 Peourouin 3 0 0 3 3 7 −4 0 Group C Fujai 1–0 Ionia Hertfordshire and Jammbo 1–2 Nieubasria Saint Mark 0–0 Candelu Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 3 3 0 0 7 1 +6 9 2 Fujai 3 2 0 1 2 1 +1 6 3 Saint Mark 3 1 2 0 4 0 +4 5 4 Candelu 3 1 1 1 2 2 0 4 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 3 0 1 2 2 4 −2 1 6 Ionia 3 0 0 3 0 9 −9 0 Group D Dalimbar 1–1 Aukera Zoran 1–2 Arifiyyah Libterraria (NPC) 2–0 Pedandria Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Arifiyyah 3 3 0 0 5 2 +3 9 2 Zoran 3 2 0 1 6 4 +2 6 3 Aukera 3 1 1 1 4 4 0 4 4 Dalimbar 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 4 5 Libterraria (NPC) 3 1 0 2 5 5 0 3 6 Pedandria 3 0 0 3 1 6 −5 0  

Upset in the streets, and at home. Matchday 2's defeat against Teralyon causes stir with team and fans everywhere.
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 final score on MD2 came as a disappointment as the Peourouin team fell short, with the score being TRL 2-0 APR.
We were able to reach Coach Nikolas Saprots earlier today and get his perspective on the team's standing. Saprots stated "Teralyon's composition was more sophisticated and nuanced than we were expecting, however, the athletes are resting and we're hoping that MD3's game against United Adaikes picks up. It'll for sure be an interesting game to tune into." He was optimistic and appreciated the team and thanked PM Udemmiena for attending the games.
PM Udemmiena witnessed both faulters of the United Peourouin Sports Authority team in the stands. We asked for her opinion on the state of sports and its effects on international appearance, she hasn't responded, however, she praised the team's strong effort in the matches.
(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.)
 

When Clarkson, Hammond and May all convened with the rest of The Genesis, they spent an idle time driving about. Hammond then told the other two to go away...
Jokichi Y.: Hey! I brought that camera you asked for.
Lyubomyr D.: Just put it over there, yeah?
Enrico P.: Yes. The others will sort it out.
Rashad G.: Hey, you need any help?
Ozen I.: That won't be necessary.
Kanako Y.: Let's hurry up here, we don't exactly have time to be lazing about.
Nia H.: This feels like a scene from an anime.
[Reimu yawns excessively, refusing to move from the strenuous activity of drinking sake on the floor with a glorified pillow for comfort]
Reimu H.: Do I have to? This is hardly important.
Clarkov S.: ...Really?
Rashad G.: You're not exempt from this, Reimu.
Yuri M.: Look over here. Now would you come and help please?
[Reimu reluctantly gets up and helps the others set up the equipment, Hammond then enters the room.]
R. Hammond: Thanks guys. You've been a real help today.
Rashad G.: No problem, Richard. You said you wanted it done quickly.
R. Hammond: Yeah, I got something I want to show.
Seiko S.: Well, let's clear the area and let Richard get to it.
[Hammond prepares to address the viewers tuning in to the live session while the others leave the room.]
Seiko S.: Hey, did you know Richard always ad-libs his videos?
Naho S.: I think we all knew that. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to be looking for someone.
Info-C.: Still searching for Kou, I see.
Naho S.: Who else? Lain, make sure Seiko doesn't follow me. I'm not sure I can bear her.
Lain V.: Yeah, no problem.
[Lain grabs Seiko by the arm and drags her along with him, Naho diverts in search of her mentor and Hammond turns on the camera to begin filming.]
R. Hammond: Hello. This is rather impromptu from me, but you'll soon see why. Now, I'm known to have a lot of people back in Hertfordshire & Jammbo... mainly teenage girls and a few teenage boys... that think I'm the most handsome person this side of Oliver.
J. May: Oliver...!
[May holds back laughter in the distance.]
R. Hammond: Ignore that, it's just a spaniel. Anyway, I was reading some of those comments underneath the videos of us three and thought to myself, 'what if anyone wants to pretend to be us'. Weird thought, I know, but to solve that I came up with this.
[Hammond holds up a shoddy title card.]



[Because James is slow and lost, we couldn't get his part done in time. Sorry. - Richard Hammond]
R. Hammond: Hang on, I've just received word that The Genesis were beaten 2-1 by Candelu and because of that we are now fifth in our group.
[Clarkson enters the room from behind Hammond.]
J. Clarkson: It gets worse, I'm afraid. We're up against Nieubasria next.
R. Hammond: We may be screwed... anyway, have you managed to get a hold of James?
J. Clarkson: Sadly, I couldn't tell where James had gone, because he's an imbecile.
[Clarkson shows Hammond a photo of James having become lost in a very strange area of Ryxtylopia.]
Clarkson told Hammond about Gwyn's good performances in the central midfield position that Hammond would be taking back starting with the upcoming match. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone...
Tsar Mecislavs I: Right then. I'm ready. Are you all ready to go?
Svetoslav S.: We're ready and waiting for the all clear.
Tsar Mecislavs I: Good job. I know I can count on all of you.
Larysa O.: We'll scan any potential threats on our journey. If we are breached, you already know how to fight.
Tsar Mecislavs I: You know me well. I didn't just spend my time as an Esferiad athlete doing my chosen sports after all. A good monarch is always prepared. Now then, time to enter the slums. Let's see what's really going on here.
[Somewhere not far from where the Tsar is, May is only just realising that he's lost. Not for the first time this trip.]
J. May: Erm... chaps....

                                  
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Ryxtylopia, more recently...
The speaker was stirring. His speech was grand and encapsulating. It assuaged all the worries of the gathered press, and bade them record Ryxtylopia's wealth and status for all the world to see.
The trouble was, the speaker was just a figure in the distance and largely inaudible. In the gathered audience, in the dusty heat, Arkilo fen Jeik shifted impatiently and craned his neck to see.
The assembly had been gathered in a square north of the Diportyvo di Ryxenia. It was just after midday, and the sun was at its zenith, scorching the high rises and yards of the city. Though the high walls around the square offered some shade, the air was oven dry and stiflingly hot. There was a breeze, but even that was heated like exhaust vapour, and it did nothing but stir up fine grit in the air. Powder dust was everywhere. Jeik's throat was as arid as a river bed in drought. Around him, people in the crowd coughed and sneezed.
The crowd was largely reporters. Many of them, like Jeik, had been granted their first permit to the city, at long last, so they could attend. If this was what he had been waiting for, Jeik thought, they could keep it. Standing in a crowded kiln while some old fart made incoherent noises in the background.
Most seemed to share his mood. They were hot and despondent. Jeik saw no smiles on the faces of the invited press, just hard, drawn looks of forbearance. They were simply, wearily, enduring the indignity of this showmanship. From time to time, they clapped in a desultory manner, but only when stirred to do so by the speaker's attendees.
His mind wandered. He looked up at the high walls around them, geometric edifices against the blue sky, baked pink in the sunlight, or smoke black where shadows slanted. Far beyond the walls, he knew the true living spaces of the city were in less attractive repair, aged plasterwork hanging off like shed snakeskin, missing windows like blinded eyes.
To the south of the gathering, the arena stood on station, in wait for the coming game.
A burst of clapping made him jump. The speaker had apparently said something gripping, and his people were stirring up the crowd in response. Jeik slapped his sweaty hands together a few times obediently.
He was sick of it. He knew he couldn't bear to stand there much longer.
He took one last look at the stage. The man was rambling on, well into his fiftieth minute.
Jeik turned away, and began to push his way out through the inflexible crowd. He headed towards the rear of the square.
Local police had been stationed around the hem of the crowd as a precaution. They had been required to wear dress uniform, and they were so overheated that their sweaty cheeks were blanched a sickly green-white.
One of them noticed Jeik moving out through the thinnest part of the audience, and came over to him.
"Where are you going, sir?” he asked.
“I’m dying of thirst.” Jeik replied.
“There will be refreshments, I'm told, after the presentation,” the policeman said. His voice caught on the word 'refreshments' and Jeik knew there would be none for the common men.
“Well, I've had enough.” Jeik said.
“It's not over.”
“I've had enough.”
The policeman frowned. Perspiration beaded at the bridge of his nose, just beneath the rim of his cap. His throat and jowls were flushed and sheened with sweat.
“I can't allow you to wander away. Movement is supposed to be restricted to approved areas.”
Jeik grinned wickedly. “And I thought you were here to keep trouble out, not keep us in.”
The policeman didn't find that funny, or even ironic. "We're here to keep you safe, sir.” he said. “I'd like to see your permit.”
Jeik took out his papers. They were an untidy, crumpled bundle, warm and damp from his trouser pocket. Jeik waited, faintly embarrassed, while the man studied them. He had never liked barking up against authority, especially not in front of people, though the back of the crowd didn't seem to be at all interested in the exchange.
“You're an Aukeran?” the policeman asked.
“Yes. The Crimson Standard.” Jeik added before the inevitable second question got asked.
The policeman looked up from the papers into Jeik's face, as if searching for some essential characteristic of Aukeran-ness that might be discerned there, comparable to a cat's ears or perhaps a Dalimbari's serial tattoo. He'd likely never seen an Aukeran before, which was all right, because Jeik had never seen a Ryxtylopian before.
“You should stay here, sir.” the policeman said, handing the papers back to Jeik.
“But this is pointless.” Jeik said. “I have been sent to make a memorial of these events. I can't get close to anything. I can't even hear properly what that fool's got to say. Can you imagine the wrong-headedness of this? This isn't even relevant to the games. He's just another kind of presenter. I've been allowed here to report on his reporting, and I can't even do that properly. I'm so far removed from the things I should be engaging with, I might as well have stayed in Ior Aria and made do with a telescope.”
The policeman shrugged. He'd lost the thread of Jeik's speech early on. “You should stay here, sir. For your own safety.”
“I was told the city had been made safe.” Jeik said. “We're only a day from the game, aren't we?”
The policeman leaned forward discreetly, so close that Jeik could smell the stale odour the heat was infusing into his breath. “Just between us, that's the
official line, but there has been trouble. Insurgents. Protestors. You always get it for stuff like this. The back streets are not secure.”
“Really?”
They're saying rioters, but it's just discontent, if you ask me. These bastards have nothing, and they're not happy about it.”
Jeik nodded. “Thanks for the tip.” he said, and turned back to rejoin the crowd.
Five minutes later, with the speaker still droning on and Jeik close to despair, an elderly woman in the crowd fainted, and there was a small commotion. The police hurried in to take charge of the situation and carry her into the shade.
When his new friend's back was turned, Jeik took himself off out of the square and into the streets beyond.
 
 
He walked for a while through empty courts and high-walled streets where shadows pooled like water. The day's heat was still pitiless, but moving around made it more bearable. Periodic breezes gusted down alley ways, but they were not at all relieving. Most were so full of sand and grit that Jeik had to turn his back to them and close his eyes until they abated.
The streets were vacant, except for an occasional figure hunched in the shadows of a doorway, or half-visible behind broken shutters. He wondered if anybody would respond if he approached them, but felt reluctant to try. The silence was penetrating, and to break it would have felt as improper as disturbing a mourning vigil.
He was alone, properly alone for the first time in over a year, and master of his own actions. It felt tremendously liberating. He could go where he pleased, and quickly began to exercise that privilege, taking street turns at random, walking where his feet took him. For a while, he kept the arena in sight, as a point of reference, but it was soon eclipsed by towers and high roofs, so he resigned himself to getting lost. Getting lost would be liberating too. There were always the great skyscrapers in the distance. He could follow those back to their roots if necessary.
Protest and police had ravaged many parts of the slum he passed through. Shanty buildings had toppled into dusty heaps of splinters, or been reduced to their foundations. Others were roofless, or burned out, or wounded in their structures, or simply rendered into facades, their innards blown out, standing like the wooden flats of stage scenery.
Holes pock-marked certain walls, or the surfaces of paved roads, sometimes forming strange rows and patterns, as if their arrangement was deliberate, or concealed, by some secret code, great truths of life and death. There was a smell in the dry, hot air, like burning or blood or ordure, yet none of those things. A mingled scent, an afterscent. It wasn't burning he could smell, it was things burnt. It wasn't blood, it was dry residue. It wasn't ordure, it was the seeping consequence of sewer systems long broken.
Many streets had stacks of belongings piled up along the pavements. Cheap furniture, bundles of clothing, kitchen-ware. A great deal of it was in disrepair, and had evidently been recovered from ruined dwellings. Other piles seemed more intact, the items carefully organised, some packed in coffers. People were intending to quit the city, he realised. They had piled up their scant possessions in readiness while they tried to procure transportation, or perhaps the relevant permission from the authorities.
Almost every street and yard bore some slogan or other notice upon its walls. All were hand written, in a great variety of styles and degrees of calligraphic skill. Some were daubed in pitch, others paint or dye, others chalk or charcoal - the latter, Jeik reasoned, marks made by the employment of burnt sticks and splinters taken from one of the open fires. Many were indecipherable, or unfathomable. Many were bold, angry graffiti, splenetically cursing the authorities or defiantly announcing a spark of resistance. They called for death, for uprising, for revenge.
Others were lists, carefully recording the names of the citizens who had died or gone missing from that place, or plaintive requests for news about the missing loved ones listed below. Others were agonised statements of lament, or minutely and delicately transcribed texts of some significance.
Jeik found himself increasingly captivated by them, by the variation and contrast of them, and the emotions they conveyed. For the first time, the first true and proper time since he'd left Aukera, he felt the writer in him respond. This feeling excited him. He had begun to fear that he might have accidentally left his spark behind in Ior Aria in his hurry to embark, or at least that it malingered, folded and unpacked, in his hotel like a least favourite shirt.
He felt the muse return, and it made him smile, despite the heat and the mummification of his throat. It seemed apt, after all, that it should be words that brought words back into his mind.
He took out his notebook and his pen. He was a man of traditional inclinations, believing that no great piece could ever be composed on the screen of an abacus, a point of variance that had almost got him into a fist fight with Vera ret Nekhs, the other Aukeran amongst the media group. That had been near the start of their trip, during one of the informal dinners held to allow global reporters to get to know one another. He would have won the fight, if it had come to it. He was fairly sure of that. Even though Nekhs was an especially large and fierce woman.
Jeik favoured notebooks of thick, cream paper, and at the start of his long, feted career, had sourced a supplier in a mountain town on the Spine, who specialised in antique methods of paper manufacture. The firm was called Landers, and it offered a particularly pleasing book of fifty leaves, bound in a case of soft, black leather. The Landers Number 16. Jeik, a sallow, rawheaded youth back then, had paid a significant proportion of his first gratuity for an order of two hundred. The volumes had come, packed head to toe, in a waxed box lined with tissue paper, which had smelled, to him at least, of genius and potential. He had used the books sparingly, leaving not one precious page unfilled before starting a new one. As his editorial fame grew, and his earnings soared, he had often thought about ordering another box, but always stopped when he realised he had over half the original shipment still to use up. All his great works had been drafted upon the pages of Landers Number 16's. His report on the Morean crisis, all eleven of his Kalmachian Cantos, his Ostronian travels, even the meritorious and much referenced infiltration of the Black Wyrm Cult, written in his thirtieth year, which had secured his reputation and won him the Solar Laureate.
The month before his retirement from field reporting, after what had been, in all fairness, a long span of unproductive doldrums that had seen him living off his reputation, he had decided to rejuvenate his muse by placing an order for another box. He had then been dismayed to discover that Landers had ceased operation.
Arkilo fen Jeik had nine unused volumes left in his possession. He had brought them all with him on every trip. But for an idiot scribble or two, their pages were unmarked.
On a blazing, dusty street corner in the broken slum, he at last took the book out of his coat pocket, and slid off the strap. He found his pen - an antique, for his traditionalist tastes applied as much to the means of marking as what should be marked - and began to write.
The heat had almost congealed the ink in his nib, but he wrote anyway, copying out such pieces of wall writing as affected him, sometimes attempting to duplicate the manner and form of their delineation.
He recorded one or two at first, as he moved from street to street, and then became more inclusive, and began to mark down almost every slogan he saw. It gave him satisfaction and delight to do this. He could feel, quite definitely, a piece beginning to form, taking shape from the words he read and recorded. It would be superlative. After years of absence, the spirit had flown back into him as if it had never been away.
He realised he had lost track of time. Though it was still stifling hot and bright, the hour was late, and the blazing sun had worked its way over, lower in the sky. He had filled almost twenty pages, almost half his book.
He felt a sudden pang. What if he had only nine volumes of genius left in him? What if that box of Landers Number 16's, delivered so long ago, represented the limits of his career?
He shuddered, chilled despite the clinging heat, and put his book and pen away. He was standing on a lonely, scabbed street-corner, persecuted by the sun, unable to fathom which direction to turn.
For the first time since escaping the accursed presentation, Jeik felt afraid. He felt that eyes were watching him from the blind abodes.
He began to retrace his steps, slouching through gritty shadow and dusty light. Only once or twice did a new graffito persuade him to stop and take out his book again.
He'd been walking for some time, in circles probably, for all the streets had begun to look the same, when he found the eating house. It occupied the ground floor and basement of a large wooden tenement, and bore no sign, but the smell of cooking announced its purpose. Door-shutters had been opened onto the street, and there was a handful of tables set out. For the first time, he saw people in numbers. Locals, as unresponsive and indolent as the few souls he had glimpsed in doorways. They were sitting at the tables under a tattered awning, alone or in small, silent groups, drinking thimble glasses of liquor or eating food from wooden bowls.
Jeik remembered the state of his throat, and his belly remembered itself with a groan.
He walked inside, into the shade, nodding politely to the patrons. None responded.
In the cold gloom, he found a wooden bar with a dresser behind it, laden with glassware and spouted bottles. The hostel keeper, an old woman in a khaki dress, eyed him suspiciously from behind the serving counter.
“Hello.” he said.
She frowned back.
“Do you understand me?” He asked.
She nodded slowly.
“That's good, very good. I figure most everyone understands Common these days, but there are still some accent and dialect differences that…” He trailed off.
The old woman said something that might have been 'What?' or might have been any number of curses or interrogatives.
“You have food?” he asked. Then he mimed eating.
She continued to stare at him.
“Food?” he asked.
She replied with a flurry of words, none of which he could make out. Either she didn't have food, or was unwilling to serve him, or she didn't have any food for the likes of him.
“Something to drink then?” he asked.
No response.
He mimed drinking, and when that brought nothing, pointed at the bottles behind her.
She turned and took down one of the glass containers, selecting one as if he had indicated it directly instead of generally. It was three-quarters full of a clear fluid that roiled in the gloom. She thumped it onto the counter, and then put a thimble glass beside it.
“Very good.” he smiled. “Very, very good. Well done. Is this local? Ah ha! Of course it is, of course it is. A local speciality? You're not going to tell me, are you? Because you have no idea what I'm actually saying, have you?”
She stared blankly at him.
He picked up the bottle and poured a measure into the glass. The liquor flowed as slowly and heavily through the spout as his ink had done from his pen in the street. He put the bottle down and lifted the glass, toasting her.
“To your health.” he said brightly, “and to the prosperity of your home. I know things are hard now, but trust me, it will be all for the best. All for the very best.”
He swigged the drink. It tasted of licorice and went down very well, heating his dry gullet and lighting a buzz in his gut.
“Excellent.” he said, and poured himself a second. Very good indeed. You're not going to answer me, are you? I could ask your name and your lineage and anything at all, and you would just stand there like a statue, wouldn't you? Like that stadium?”
He sank the second glass and poured a third. He felt very good about himself now, better than he had done for hours, better even than when the muse had flown back to him in the streets. In truth, drink had always been a more welcome companion to Arkilo fen Jeik than any muse, though he would never have been willing to admit it, or to admit the fact that his affection for drink had long weighed down his career, like rocks in a sack. Drink and his muse, both beloved of him, each pulling in opposite directions.
He drank his third glass, and tipped out a fourth. Warmth infused him, a biological warmth much more welcome than the brutal heat of the day. It made him smile. It revealed to him how extraordinary this nation was, how complex and intoxicating. He felt love for it, and pity, and tremendous goodwill. This land, this place, this hostelry, would not be forgotten.
Suddenly remembering something else, he apologised to the old woman, who had remained facing him across the counter like a fugued stone, and reached into his pocket. He had currency - Aukeran coin and Ryxtylopian bills. He made a pile of them on the stained and glossy bartop.
“Some claria,” he said, “but you'll take that. I mean, you've clearly no room to be picky. Gold, you don't know what I'm saying, do you? How much do I owe you?”
No answer.
He sipped his fourth drink and pushed the pile of cash towards her. “You decide, then. You tell me. Take for the whole bottle.” He tapped his finger against the side of the flask. “The whole bottle? How much?”
He grinned and nodded at the money. The old woman looked at the heap, reached out a bony hand and picked up a five piece. She studied it for a moment, then spat on it and threw it at Jeik. The coin bounced off his belly and fell onto the floor.
Jeik blinked and then laughed. The laughter boomed out of him, hard and joyous, and he was quite unable to keep it in. The old woman stared at him. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
Jeik lifted up the bottle and the glass. 'I tell you what,” he said. “Keep it all. All of it.”
He walked away and found an empty table in the corner of the place. He sat down and poured another drink, looking about him. Some of the silent patrons were staring at him. He nodded back, cheerfully.
“How foolish is mankind?' Jeik laughed, enjoying the way his words broke the silence. “How desperate and flailing? Is it that some simply need so much to lock others away in places like this?”
He fell silent, considering the point he had raised to himself, and stood up suddenly. The muse had abruptly jostled the pleasure of drink out of the summit of his mind. He bowed to the old woman as he collected up his glass and two thirds empty bottle, and said, “My thanks, madam.”
Then he teetered back out into the sunlight.
He found a vacant lot a few streets away that had been levelled to rubble, and perched himself on a chunk of concrete. Setting down the bottle and the glass carefully, he took out his half-filled Landers Number 16 and began to write again, forming the first few paragraphs of an article that owed much to the writings on the walls and the insight had garnered in the hostelry. It flowed well for a while, and then dried up.
He took another drink, trying to restart his inner voice. Tiny black ants milled industriously in the rubble around him, as if trying to rebuild their own miniature ruins. He had to brush one off the open page of his book. Others raced exploratively over the toe-caps of his boots in a frenetic expedition.
He stood up, imagining itches, and decided this wasn't a place to sit. He gathered up his bottle and his glass, taking another sip once he'd fished out the ant floating in it with his finger.
Jeik wobbled down a few streets, away from the lot, and heard a rushing, scouring noise. He discovered a team of policemen, stripped to the waist, using a high pressure hose to erase anti-government slogans from a wall. They had evidently been working their way down the street, for all the walls displayed stains of water and runny medium.
“Don't do that.” he said.
The police turned and looked at him, their hose spitting. From his garments and demeanour, he was unmistakably not a local.
“Don't do that.” he said again.
“Orders, sir.” said one.
“What are you doing out here?” asked another.
Jeik shook his head and left them alone. He trudged through narrow alleys and open courts, sipping from the spout of the bottle.
He found another vacant lot very similar to the one he had sat down in before, and placed his rump upon a flat block of wood. He took out his book and ran through the drafts he had written.
They were terrible.
He groaned as he read them, then became angry and tore the precious pages out. He balled the thick, cream paper up and tossed it away into the rubble.
Jeik suddenly became aware that eyes were staring at him from the shadows of doorways and windows. He could barely make out their shapes, but knew full well that locals were watching him.
He got up, and quickly retrieved the balls of crumpled paper he had discarded, feeling that he had no right to add in any way to the mess. He began to hurry down the street, as thin boys emerged from hiding to lob stones and jeers after him.
He found himself, unexpectedly, in the street of the hostelry again. It was uninhabited, but he was pleased to have found it as his bottle had become unaccountably empty.
He went into the gloom. There was no one around. Even the old woman had disappeared. His pile of mixed currency lay where he had left it on the counter.
Seeing it, he felt authorised to help himself to another bottle from behind the bar. Clutching the bottle in his hand, he very carefully sat down at one of the tables and poured another drink.
 
He had been sitting there for an indefinite amount of time when a voice asked him if he was all right.
Arkilo fen Jeik blinked and looked up. The gang of policemen who had been washing clean the walls of the slum had entered the hostelry, and the old woman had reappeared to fetch them drinks and food.
The officer looked down at Jeik as his men took their seats.
"Are you all right, sir?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes." Jeik slurred.
"You don't look all right, pardon me for saying. Should you be out here?"
Jeik nodded furiously, tucking into his pocket for his permit. It wasn't there. "I'm meant to be here." he said, instead. "Meant to. Was ordered to come. To hear the Fallopian... Shit, no, that's wrong... To hear the Ryxtylopian government announce their plans for reconstruction? For the slums. That's why I'm here. I'm meant to be."
The officer regarded him cautiously. "If you say so, sir. They've drawn up a wonderful scheme for aid work here."
"Oh yes, quite wonderful." Jeik replied, reaching for his bottle and missing. "Quite bloody wonderful. Finally getting onto the right track..."
"Sir?"
"It won't last." Jeik said. "No, no. It won't last. It can't. Nothing like that'll last here. You look like a wise man to me, friend, what do you think?"
"I think you should be on your way, sir." the officer said gently.
"No, no, no... about the city! The people! That plan won't last a day after the cup ends. To the dust, all those things return. Empty platitudes, as far as I can see."
"Sir, I think-"
"No, you don't." Jeik said, shaking his head. "You don't, and not one of you does. Knock it down, rob them blind, promise to build it back up, take even more. It'll happen again, and again. Soon it'll happen to you, too!"
"Sir-"
"Your masters' greed will make you all fall apart, eventually. You mark my words. This little town, your city..."
"Sir, you-"
Jeik rose to his feet, blinking and wagging a finger. "Don't 'sir' me! This Federation will fall asunder as fast as you breathe! You mark my words! It's as inevitable as-"
Pain abruptly splintered Jeik's face, and he fell down, bewildered. He registered a frenzy of shouting and movement, then felt boots and fists slamming into him, over and over again. 
Enraged by his words, the other policemen had fallen upon him. Shouting, the officer tried to pull them off.
Bones snapped. Blood spurted from Jeik's nostrils.
"Mark my words!" he coughed. "Nothing you build will last forever! You ask these bloody locals!"
A bootcap cracked into his sternum. Bloody fluid washed into his mouth.
"Get off him! Get off him!" the officer was yelling, trying to rein in his provoked and angry men.
By the time he managed to do so, Arkilo fen Jeik was no longer pontificating.
Or breathing.

Lavender Festival Preparations
Uryde, Lavanda Prima, Giovanniland - Preparations are currently in full force for the end-of-year Lavender Festival, an important celebration in Giovannilandian culture. This event is one of the most important Giovannilandian holidays, along with others like Violet Carnival (no fixed date), with influence from Violetism as well as popular culture; Empire Day (January 16th) about the founding of the Giovannian Empire; Kingdom Day (June 15th) about the transition from the Empire to the modern-day Kingdom; Abrentan Day (August 29th) about the arrival of the Abrentan people in Lavender Island from Saint Mark; and Constitution Day (October 30th) about the nation's current constitution.
The Lavender Festival happens during the week before New Year, starting from December 25th, a reason it's also often considered together with New Year composing its final day. It dates back to the age of the Lavandulan Empire, and archaeological records point to the first edition of this celebration being held around 1100 BF during the reign of Emperor Tsering II. The capital Uryde, at the time known as Lavandula, had prominent lavender fields around it and was thus chosen as the main location for the event. The tradition has passed down generation to generation ever since, from the days of the Lavandulan Empire, then the post-imperial Duchy of Quorivo, and continues to the present day. 
In Giovanniland, the lavender is a symbol of renewal and prosperity, hence the festival's date just before the New Year. However, the date has been changed a number of times because the modern-day calendar of Giovanniland has its origins in the Giovannian Empire and its antecessors in the Abrentan civilization, differing from earlier calendar used in the island. During the Imperial days the celebration was expanded beyond the city of Uryde and started to happen all across the nation, a status then enshrined into law via the Holidays Act of 1253.
The nation celebrates the holiday through various events, such as the planting of lavenders in home gardens some time before December so they can be fully grown by the time of the event, and decoration of houses with lavender bunches and perfumes. Food recipes featuring lavender are also common, such as the famous lavender pasta, cupcakes, tea, and lemonade, among others. Images of various lavender products made in Giovanniland are shown below.


One Win and One Loss for Giovanniland
Ryxenia, Ryxtylopia - The Giovannilandian National Football Team (Esquadra Nationale Giovanniterrana Pedesfere, in Giovannese) has achieved mixed results so far in the 3rd World Cup of Football. The team started strong with a 1-0 win against Teralyon, featuring a goal from striker and captain Gustavo Zapata, and good performances from other players like fellow striker Matteo Ventomar and midfielder Giustiniano Nottua-Glabrio, although the latter got injured near the end of the match.
The tables turned on the second matchday when the Giovannilandian side lost 2-0 to the Sekiyans, who got their revenge from the previous edition where our side dealt them a 4-1 win. Augusto's absence affected the midfield and hampered the quality of the team's attack so that threats were not as effective, although luckily he will now return for the match against Cambria.
The coach Hettor Ottavio-Linare has emphasized the need for further alternate plans when key players are missing in the field and increased training in that direction, although only time will tell if his plans will be effective. Team Giovanniland's remaining opponents are Cambria, United Adaikes and Peourouin, and another loss could put the squad in a dire situation, so the fans are hopeful the team wins at least some of these duels.

The "Band" is here!
5 Chants to look out for in the Ryxtylopia-Overthinkers match!
 
The "Band" is Ryxtylopia's supporter base, clubs in Ryxtylopia have their own "Bands" but all of theese come togheter when the nation plays, this can create a vibrant and exciting atmosphere, ocationally the ammount of singing can intimidate opponents, with some stadiums shaking after goal celebrations, however the band is probably most known for their chants.
In this segment we present to you some of the chants you should expect in the upcomming match between Ryxtylopia and Overthinkers!
 
We’re going to start the party:
 
Nai importa lo qui ditxa!
La Polixia Fideral!
Yo ti alinto todás pairtes!
Cada vez ti quiro más!
 
Ryxtylopia, patrí itirna
Hoy vaimo a poner la fixsta
Ninca ti dijaremos di alintar
Extá bandá ninca si callaira.
 
I don’t care whatever they say
The Federal Police
I cheer for you everywhere
Every time i love you more
 
Ryxtylopia, eternal fatherland
Today we’re going to start the party
We’ll never stop cheering you on
This band will never stop
 
 
We’ll set the continent on fire:
 
Nai me importá lo qui digas.
A todí continente li vamó a quimar.
Y tu vaí correir.
 
Nai me importá lo qui digas.
Ryxtylopia é presenté en i campó.
É nai me importa lo qui diga la polixia.
Y al oponente, vamó a matair, lo vamó a matair, lo vamó a matair.
 
Y ti voy a siguir.
La Banda causá la grada timblar.
Y ti voy a siguir.
Pro qui así é tu genté.
Pro qui así é la bandá.
Pro qui así é il Biutrie.
É nadxie si callia.
 
I don’t care whatever you say.
We’ll set the entire continent on fire.
And you’ll run.
 
I don’t care whatever you say.
Ryxtylopia is present in the field.
And i don’t care whatever the police says.
We’re going to murder the oponent, murder the oponent, murder the oponent.
 
And ill follow you.
The band causes the stadium to tremble.
And ill follow you.
Because your people are like that.
Because the band is like that.
Because the vulture is like that.
And nobody will ever shut up.

 
Go Ryxtylopia!:
 
La bandá e lixta la bandá e lixta.
Y vamói a cantair, vamói a alintar.
Hay qui ganair, hay qui ganair.
Pro qui tu bandá ti vai a alintar.
 
Ohhhhhh vamói Ryxtylopia!
Vamói Ryxtylopia! Vamói Ryxtylopia!
Aí qui ganair, aí qui vincér, aí qui juigar.
Ohhhhhh vamói Ryxtylopia!
Vamói Ryxtylopia! Vamói Ryxtylopia!
Ti dibes aguaintair.
Ohhhhhh vamói Ryxtylopia!
Vamói Ryxtylopia! Vamói Ryxtylopia!
Ti dibes ganair.
 
The band is ready, the band is ready.
And we’re going to sing we’re going encourage.
We need to win, we need to win.
Because your band will cheer for you.
 
Ohhhhhhh go Ryxtylopia!
Go Ryxtylopia! Go Ryxtylopia!
We need to win, we need to beat, we need to play.
Ohhhhhhh go Ryxtylopia!
Go Ryxtylopia! Go Ryxtylopia!
You need to hold.
Ohhhhhhh go Ryxtylopia!
Go Ryxtylopia! Go Ryxtylopia!
You need to win.

 
The Police are a bunch of [___]:
 
La Polixia é un monton di idiotxas!
La Polixia é un monton di bastirdos!
Oh por favoir! No me arrestí a mí.
Por que en mai casa lo vain a lynchair.
 
Aí vigilantes i todas partés.
Aí soplaxes aí é aíllai.
Pro nai importxa mais.
La bandá ponei huivo, di emoxion, di paxión.
 
Oh por favoir! No me arrestí a mí.
Pro quíe sinxeramente ni me importará!
 
The Police are a bunch of idiots!
The Police are a bunch of bastards!
Oh and please! Don’t arrest me.
Beacause at my home you’re gonna get lynched.
 
There are vigilantes everywhere.
Snitches here and there.
But that doesn’t matter.
Because the band lays an egg, one of emotion, one of passion.
 
Oh and please! Don't arrest me.
Beacause sincereley i wont care.

 
The band is crazy.:
 
Aquí nai aí riglxas.
Aquí si salta por todos laidos.
Se fuima, se tomá’.
La bandá é un monton di locos.
 
Vamo bandá! Canté y saltié maís!
Tí quixro y te veo e todais partes.
Cantó y grixto e todais partes.
Di local o vixitante vamo a grixtar.
 
Vamó bandá!
Vamó Ryxtylopia!
Ti estxas loca…
…Y yo tambxien!
 
Here there aren’t rules.
Here we jump everywhere.
Here we smoke and we drink.
The band is crazy.
 
Go band! Sing and Jump more!
I love you and i follow you everywhere.
I sing and I shout everywhere.
Either home or away we’re going to scream.
 
Go Band!
Go Ryxtylopia!
You are crazy!
And me too!

Readying Up
 
It was the third day of the world cup, and Ryxtylopia would face off against the current lead of Group A - Overthinkers, who had won the previous two matches and led the group with 6 points, Ryxtylopia comming in second place with 4, Kalmach trailing in third with 2...
In theory the toughest match was against Larxia, but the Vultures got through that match, and studying the opponent side, they played a bit more defensivley than others, so perhaps more enphasis on the backline would be necessary to minimize any mistakes that could lead to disaster.
 
Mid-Day, Tsalapaní, Istadio Ciudad Tsalapaní
The Vultures arrived early opening the stadium early for a few fans to watch them train, they wanted to be ready for the match, as well as this Garravez considered taking some of the less experienced players off for more experience, that would be needed in this match, mainly in defending, as he intended to use one of the lineups with 4 defenses.
He thought and eventually settled on the 4-1-3-2, it would be similar to the Larxia match but it would have more offensive power, whilst retaining the 4 players on the backline, as Garravez altered the backline, switching a few players on and off:
 
🔽 Ernysto Guivéz, No. 5, Age 23.
🔼 Ravaido Hiltica, No. 2, Age 28.
 
 
 🔽 Rauíl Dipartí, No. 7, Age 29.
🔼 Franco Lividarra, No. 19, Age 30.
 

 
As he did this the players trained, Arvaldí practiced dealing with free kicks, Vilaña and Rivas practiced their handling with Larista and Milatachá, Arvaléz his passes, and Vilaní and Fydó took turns making shots at Arvaldí, all seemed fine as the recently subbed off Guivéz and Dipartí headed to the bench, they had been subbed off for players in the reserve and hadn't been put on the bench so they would have to watch the match either in the stadium or at home, which wasn't bad it gave both players time to rest, and to sit and have a chat.
 
[Guivéz]: Glad this cup was here, the good thing about being the host is that you're usually the favorite to win, i think Garravez is doing a good job with the team.
[Dipartí]: Im glad ill get to see my mother, she's at the hospital.
[Guivéz]: Oh dear, what happened to her? You didn't tell me.
[Dipartí]: Well she was going home from shopping as usual, and she had to cross a street, unfortunatley it had turned into a warzone since we live next to Trivixas, and whilst crossing she got hit by something, knocking her down on the street, im pretty worried for her.
[Guivéz]: Oh no, hope she's ok...
[Dipartí]: She's an old lady, but i love her very much, also she's been through riots before in her younger years, its not the first time something like this has happened to her, but this incident that happened with an old lady makes me question if this world cup is really worth all the trouble its brung.
[Guivéz]: Trouble?
[Dipartí]: Oh right, you probably only heard a rumor about the stuff, but its been pretty bad, Trivixas went up in flames with riots a few days back since people are angry at the tournament even happening here.
As the two chatted, fellow player Enrico Jilian joined on the conversation.
[Jilian]: Hope i dont interrupt to much but i did also hear of the riots, my older brother who works in Vynitiná told me he got his car pebbled during one.
[Guivéz]: Oh shoot, hope he's ok.
[Jilian]: He's fine, it was parked while he was on a dentist visit.
[Dipartí]: Well great, so the state doesn't know what to do and they're not telling us.
[Jilian]: They are not allowing reporters to report on the situation.
[Dipartí]: I know, i know, old news move o-
[Guivéz]: Wait what, i didn't know about this.
(Take into account Guivéz plays in another nation's league, meaning he lives abroad)
[Dipartí]: Oh right you dont live here, but i think its still pretty common knowledge to most of us.
[Guivéz]: Well, we never owned a tv or radio in my younger years and my dad was too busy chopping down trees to read the news, i had to help him a lot or found myself playing soccer, before getting into the local league and getting snatched by a team at 17, moving abroad not long after.
[Jilian]: Huh, interesting story.
[Dipartí]: Well its something the state has been doing for a while now.
[Guivéz]: Oh...
[Dipartí]: Yeah, well ill need to get ready to catch a bus back to Ryxenia, it isn't far away from here, i just came to see if Garravez picked me for the match, but since not i need to see my mother, hopefully ill see you two back on the pitch sooner or later.
[Jilian and Guivéz]: Bye Dipartí! Hope your mother is ok.
[Jilian]: Well, im pretty worried by the situation, but i need to get to training; Garravez told me he'll most likley sub me on after half-time.
[Guivéz]: Alright, ill stay here for the match!
 
As Jilian left Guivéz thought that leaving Ryxtylopia might have been for the best, but he still wondered why was it this way, not having an understanding of politics back home after several years of being away didn't help, especially considering he had dropped out of school after elementary to help his father with work after his uncle passed away from an infection, result of an accident during work.
He continued thinking as after a while of training Garravez called everybody back to the whiteboard he had on the side of the pitch to talk about strategy for the OT game, despite not going to play in the game Guivéz still went to watch the team talk.
 

 
[Garravez]: Alright, not much to say here, same strategy as last time, just that this time with a bit more of attack, Farris you support Fydó and Vilaní, Larista you bring the ball up, everybody else stays in the area, tho if possible i want you Milatacha and Arvaléz to accompany Fydó and Vilaní up to roughly three quarters of the pitch, so you can cover their backs in case they need more passing options.
[Garravez]: Am i understood?
Everybody nodded.
[Garravez]: We are the locals, we'll have the band cheering for us, if that doesn't intimidate the opponents enough we'll still them a good run for their money, Ryxtylopia doesn't GIVE UP AND RYXTYLOPIA WILL WIN THE MATCH, WE'RE GOING FOR FIRST IN THE GROUP! ADILENTÍ RYXTYLOPIA!
 
There's a cheer in the players and the few people watching from the stands, as everybody heads back to train, whilst Guivéz packed and left the stadium, still thinking about what Dipartí and Jilian had told him.

Palace Intrigue is the Result of a Multi-Year Revamp
A centuries-old structure in Cambria's foothill region stands out thanks to a thoughtful, thorough restoration
by Katja Venere
In the heart of Olinapol, the White City of Cambria, lies the recently restored Palatine 2150 Boutique Hotel & Spa—a project destined to be. Design visionaries, Kaspar Lind and Riho Kannel, founders of Saint-Josalyn-based X Living, unexpectedly found themselves captivated by the allure of a 11th-century red palace during a leisurely visit to the Adana region. "We were immediately drawn to the potential of the centuries-old gem," shares Lind. "It was unthinkable not to make it a hotel; it really is just too beautiful to stay hidden."
Over a meticulous three-year period, the former Cambrian palace, once home to the city's inaugural mayor and various other historical figures, underwent a revival. Traditional handcrafted techniques, infused with a touch of modern flair, breathed new life into every nook and cranny. A nod to Tamaric Red, a prestigious status symbol in the 18th century, graced an entire façade, standing as a testament to the wealth of that era amidst Olinapol's iconic whitewashed structures.
The restoration journey revealed daily surprises, from fireplaces and stone vaults to frescoes dating back to the 1000s. The careful resurrection of smaller details, like a 11th-century cloister-style wooden door, hinted at the building's past as a possible convent.
While blending the old with the new presented its challenges, such as the meticulous restoration of the entire roof, the effort was rewarded. Each of the hotel's 12 guestrooms, named after gemstones, boasts a unique identity, adorned with treasures sourced from antique fairs, shops, and markets worldwide. "The main inspiration was to create exquisite design in every detail with beautiful energy while also preserving and celebrating the history of the building," explains Kannel.
Bistro 2150, nestled in a centuries-old vaulted stone room, opens onto a transformed traditional oil mill. The terrace extends to the swimming pool and garden, adorned with herbs and an pear orchard. Bar 2150 and the lounge, centered around a nearly 30-foot-long stone counter clad in antique Varanian tin plates, beckon guests with muted colors, inscribed eyes, and soft elements.
A hidden gem lies 23 feet underground—the hotel's spa, housed in an ancient water cistern. This luxurious escape features a hydromassage basin, steam bath, spa shower with chromotherapy, and a relaxing lounge adorned with Nieubasrian salt walls.
"We wanted to create something that didn't already exist, a hotel that is truly a one-off and that offers well-traveled guests an authentic Adanan experience," adds Lind. "A home away from home, if you will."
The Palatine 2150 is a harmonious blend of history, luxury, and Cambrian design ingenuity.

Sports Review: Sekiya's current performance in WCFIII

Nánwén proudly welcomes Dong Xiaotong, esteemed former captain of the Sekiyan National Team and current coach of Cuìgǎng Solar, currently ranked 4th in the SPL, as our guest writer for this week's sports review. It is an honor to have his insights grace our pages.
Introduction
Greeting, Sekiya! I am Dong Xiaotong, and firstly I want to congratulate our amazing team on their recent victory in Ryxtylopia! Additionally, I want to give every Sekiyan a huge thank you for the support you have been showing your team the last few days.
Why do you think Sekiya lost to United Adaikes?
"United Adaikes is a very strong team... however not to say that Sekiya isn’t also. The Sekiyan Defence was superb I must say, I believe this, even by Sekiyan standards, is an extremely defensive team, and I think this is something that will be both a huge asset to the team, however also potentially a hinderance.
In this game, I feel Sekiya’s focus on defence was its weakness, as it really prevented Sekiya from being able to make any meaningful attacks."
What do you think changed in the match against Giovanniland?
"I think Chén Huá is a very smart captain and he was able to identify the issue with Sekiya’s playstyle. In the game against Giovanniland, we see Sekiya taking a lot more risks and playing a lot more forwards than in their game against United Adaikes."
What advice to you have for the Sekiyan National Team in the future?
"I think it’s important to find the right balance between offense and defence. The Sekiyan style of football is clearly dominated by strong defence, and so obviously a strong defence is what the team should focus on, but I think taking more risks like we saw in the match against Giovanniland will take the team very far in this competition."
Once more, Nánwén expresses gratitude to Dong Xiaotong for contributing to this segment. We eagerly anticipate covering tomorrow's game, featuring an exciting matchup as Sekiya faces off against Teralyon!
 

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Results of the 2nd Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Kalmach 1–1 Alchera (NPC) Rivalfiume 0–2 Overthinkers Ryxtylopia 2–1 Larxia Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Overthinkers 2 2 0 0 3 0 +3 6 2 Ryxtylopia 2 1 1 0 3 2 +1 4 3 Kalmach 2 0 2 0 2 2 0 2 4 Larxia 2 0 1 1 2 3 −1 1 5 Alchera (NPC) 2 0 1 1 1 2 −1 1 6 Rivalfiume 2 0 1 1 1 3 −2 1 Group B Peourouin 0–2 Teralyon Sekiya 2–0 Giovanniland Cambria 2–0 United Adaikes Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 2 2 0 0 6 3 +3 6 2 Sekiya 2 1 0 1 2 1 +1 3 Teralyon 2 1 0 1 2 1 +1 3 4 Giovanniland 2 1 0 1 1 2 −1 3 United Adaikes 2 1 0 1 1 2 −1 3 6 Peourouin 2 0 0 2 3 6 −3 0 Group C Ionia 0–4 Saint Mark Candelu 2–1 Hertfordshire and Jammbo Nieubasria 1–0 Fujai Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 2 2 0 0 5 0 +5 6 2 Saint Mark 2 1 1 0 4 0 +4 4 3 Candelu 2 1 0 1 2 2 0 3 4 Fujai 2 1 0 1 1 1 0 3 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 2 0 1 1 1 2 −1 1 6 Ionia 2 0 0 2 0 8 −8 0 Group D Aukera 3–2 Libterraria (NPC) Pedandria 1–3 Zoran Arifiyyah 2–1 Dalimbar Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Zoran 2 2 0 0 5 2 +3 6 2 Arifiyyah 2 2 0 0 3 1 +2 6 3 Aukera 2 1 0 1 3 3 0 3 4 Dalimbar 2 1 0 1 2 2 0 3 5 Libterraria (NPC) 2 0 0 2 3 5 −2 0 6 Pedandria 2 0 0 2 1 4 −3 0

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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.
 

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 Bellatori Violeti are the most successful team, while the Idre Islamagnesi 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 Idre Islamagnesi Altana Stadio Insulare 21 10 7 69 40 +29 73 2 Quire Quorivane Lavanda Prima Arena Lidoborana 20 11 7 71 49 +22 71 3 Bellatori Violeti Primolido Stadio La Violeta 19 11 8 59 42 +17 68 4 Arare Andoliavillesi Lido Flavi Andoliarena 20 6 12 55 44 +11 66 5 Gavie Giovanniane Giovannia Magna Arena Giovanni II 18 11 9 49 43 +6 65 6 Unio Villaflorana Terra Violeta Kampo Florito 17 11 10 58 45 +13 62 7 Magna d'Abrentopole Abrenaustro Arena Respublika 16 11 11 55 53 +2 59 8 Apie Annavillesi Primolido Stadio Avventi 14 14 10 60 50 +10 56 9 Vipre Vinikiane Giovannia Magna Stadio Vallettore 14 14 10 47 40 +7 56 10 Uryde Pedesfera Lavanda Prima Stadio Abreo-Florino 14 10 14 48 53 -5 52 11 Pavoni Portovinesi Abrenosto Arena Pietro I 12 12 14 51 50 +1 48 12 Lavande Giovanniterrane Lavanda Sekunda Kampo Lavando 12 9 17 46 55 -9 45 13 La Montemoresa Akallia Arena Ferdira Magna 10 15 13 60 60 0 45 14 Gioseppole Pedesfera Vallemuni Stadio Mirable 10 13 15 51 48 +3 43 15 Kani Karlopolesi Abrenosto Arena Karlo II 10 12 16 39 49 -10 41 16 Esquadra Valli Feragia Stadio Nenofriano 9 12 17 41 50 -9 39 17 Ballene Bayabellane Altana Kampo Marino 10 9 19 49 62 -13 39 18 Felini Favoniani Giovannia Magna Arena Fabio Linare 10 6 22 56 74 -18 36 19 Oliverde Pedesfera Spandorto Stadio Flumini 8 11 19 45 69 -24 35  20  Esquadra Serena Verdiante Stadio Segete 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 Leoni Lavanduli, from Lavanda Prima; second place Falkoni Flaviopolesi, from Lido Flavi; third place Anguille Amorantane, from Primolido; and fourth place La Vivaquana, from Lido Flavi. 

A joint post of Saint Mark and Zoran
 

 
A panel of the mahogany wall slid down, revealing a screen. Averton, the young footman attending Prince Marcarius on the Red & Gold, the private train of the Royal Household, checked the settings and then handed the remote to Clarkson, who handed it to the prince.
“Her Majesty will join momentarily, Your Highness. Shall I pour some more tea?”
“Yes, thank you, Clarkson.”
Queen Adsila appeared on the screen sitting behind her desk, her face cold and stoic.
“I take it that this isn’t one of your social calls, what is it that you wish to discuss, Marcarius?”
The prince admired the sheen of her long, wavy black hair, and how it emphasized her perfect cheekbones. “Ugh. there I go again. My mind stops working whenever I’m around her. This is business. I must focus.”
“Sadly, no, Adsila. I wish this were a social call. I would like to discuss your position on this land-grabbing bill that has just been passed in your legislature. As you know, many of our most prominent Houses have maintained estates in Zoran for centuries. Surely your lawmakers know that we pay significant taxes on these properties that do much to help support the local economies?”
The queen lets out a low chuckle,
“‘Land-grabbing,’ what an ironic phrase to use. I understand the concerns of your Houses but if you crack open a history book, you will find that many of those estates were gained through either forced resettlement, coercive treaties, and or aggression from Markan forces during the colonial era,” she says in a mirthless tone, “We have…tolerated the presence of the Houses within Zoran for a period of time but that has still left a foul taste in the mouths of the many Zoranians. The bill has passed the Council with near absolute majority on both sides of the political spectrum and frankly, it is a bill that could put my position at risk should I veto it.”
“In most cases, those properties were acquired over a millennium ago, and in all cases many centuries ago. What is this really about, Adsila? Why now? I thought our nations cooperated very nicely at the Maritime Conference last month, with each of us very happy with the Sea of the Wild Cry Protocols.”
“I do not decide the bills that are introduced into the Council. I can propose bills but this bill came from the Council itself,” she says as she shuffles a few papers on her desk, “the ancestral memory of the Zoranian people runs deep, Marcarius. Zoranian has generational trauma from it and holds deep grudges against the Markans for the colonial period. I understand your confusion but it is a cultural difference that I cannot do much about besides try to promote cooperation between our two people, which is what I am trying to do when it comes to drafting my reasoning for rejecting the Blood Alone Act. But, when it comes to the bill that seizes the property of the Houses, I have some troubling documents that I believe you may want to see from our recent delve into Corporate documents.”
“Of course, I’ll look at them. Another concern of mine is that this will through cold water on anyone from Saint Mark wanting to invest in Zoran. Why sink money into projects that could potentially be torn away from you? It sets a bad precedent.”
“Well, all I can say to that is be shrewd in your business dealings. Nationalization and seizure of property is nothing new in the world. Zoran is not the first to do it and it will certainly not be the last country to do it. But, like many things, actions come with consequences…even if those consequences do not come immediately.”
“While I understand you’re referring to the actions of my ancestors and the current-day consequences, what is more relevant is the consequences of this bill, should it become law, to the Zoran economy. I would hope that there are some in your government who might see that upon more cool reflection.”
“We have considered it, and when I say ‘we’ I mean my ministers and I, and while we do see the potential risks from Markan investors, Markans are not the only groups investing in Zoran. You are competing with Giovannilandians, the Astorrians, Overthinkers, various Nuran nations, etc. We might take a hit, yes, but nothing devastating.”
“Adsila, we are not talking in front of audiences right now. This is a private conversation between the two of us. You know that I know this already, and you know that this is not a sound move, either politically or economically. It’s pure theater for the masses. Again, just between us, why and why now?”
“There are actions that go beyond politics and economics, sometimes it is about doing the right thing. When it comes to the people who still mourn what we refer to as ‘The Age of Death,’ this is one of the best ways to get people to move on from those times. If you topple the figure that people look at to think of those times with hatred, soon they will look forward instead of back.”
Prince Marcarius sighed, realizing he would never understand a people who hold such a long grudge.
“Very well, Adsila. I see how your people are looking at this. In the best interests of both of our nations, perhaps Saint Mark can do something to help soothe the feelings of your people? I guess they have already forgotten the aid we provided in the recent civil disturbance.”
“We have had much patience and leniency with the Markans, we have not forgotten the kindness shown to us but there comes a time when patience runs out. At best I can see if I can get the Council to offer financial compensation to the Houses affected by this act but to veto it would be out of the question.”

“I see. Well, that is something to consider. I appreciate your taking the time to discuss this with me. I think I understand the position of your lawmakers better now, although I very much disagree with it. May we form a joint commission to try to come up with a solution that is palatable to both nations and that seeks to preserve our good relationship?”
“I shall see what I can do, but knowing the lawmakers it would be hard to get them to cooperate. In case this does not work with them, prepare to try and herd the Houses of your nation like cats.”
The prince blinked. Herd the Houses like cats? It must be something Zoranian that doesn’t quite translate.
“I appreciate your efforts. Our counterparts will keep the other informed throughout the process. My best wishes to you for your team’s success in the games!”
“Best of luck to your team as well. But do take a look at the documents that my intelligence director will send you, the evidence is damning enough to warrant an investigation. I have stayed my hand in terms of sending my intelligence officers over to investigate due to our trust in your ability to deal with it yourselves.”
“Absolutely. I will look into it even before we arrive in Ryxtylopia. Again, my best.”
 

In the secluded recesses of Officer's Yard Tavern, Jacen Goode sought solace from the tempest of uncertainty that had engulfed him. A haven for discreet legal discussions, the Tavern provided a backdrop of muted conversations and the soft clinking of glasses as Jacen approached Silas Merrow's corner booth, bathed in the warm glow of amber light. Silas was a mentor of Jacen's dating back nearly ten years, helping to shape his career at the top firms in his 'orbit'.
Silas acknowledged Jacen with a nod, and as Jacen took a seat, the gravity of his predicament was evident in his expression. "Silas," Jacen began, urgency tinged with apprehension in his voice, "I'm in a situation that is tricker than the usual legal intricacies. I need your counsel, my friend."
Silas regarded Jacen with a discerning gaze, recognizing the weight on his shoulders. "Speak freely, Jacen. You've always been a bastion of reason in this chaotic world of ours." Silas slipped his phone into his briefcase and Jacen followed out of habit, as a newly common act by professionals in his line of work. 
Leaning in to ensure their conversation remained shielded, Jacen delved into the email from SilverShadow, detailing the subtle threats and the looming legal battle involving Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical. Silas listened, his expression shifting from curiosity to a deepening concern.
"So, I'm being dragged into a conflict that extends far beyond the courtroom, Silas," Jacen confessed, frustration evident in his voice. "I'm being played, but the stakes are too high to ignore. If there's even a chance that our clients are implicated, I have to consider it."
Silas nodded thoughtfully, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass in contemplation. "You're navigating treacherous waters, Jacen. This is more than a legal dispute; it's a clash of powers."
"I'm reluctant about the implications of this, Silas, but the result for me may be the same either way," Jacen admitted, a hint of conflict and resignation in his eyes. 
Silas leaned back, his gaze fixed on Jacen. "Your reservations are justified. Now, consider this," Silas began, choosing his words carefully. "The government's reach extends further than we often realize. This... hacker, cyberterrorist, or whatever they are, suggest that the Innovation Basria projects, those initiatives you've aligned yourself with through your clients are intricately connected to Lovranvirus emergency legislation. It goes beyond the surface, Jacen."
Jacen's eyes narrowed, his calculating mind processing the implications. "Are you suggesting this might be more than just protecting a drug patent?"
Silas nodded knowingly. "Precisely, Jacen. The drug patent may just be the sharpest spear this Silver could find. Any lawyer with half your skill can make this case on intellectual property, so the question is why you? It's a precarious position, my friend, one that demands careful consideration."
As the two lawyers delved into the intricacies of the situation, Jacen grappled with the clash between self-interest and the broader implications unfolding before him. The dimly lit corner of the Tavern became a crucible for strategic deliberation, setting the stage for Jacen's internal struggle as he weighed his potential failure against the shadows of a deeper, more complex reality.
 
 

Join Innovative Solutions Basria (ISB) in Leading Technological Innovation for Public Health and Safety
News Release | Clarenton | November 20, 1423 | Innovation, Science and Economic Development Basria, Agency of the Estates-Ministry of Industry
Innovative Solutions Basria (ISB) proudly touts its collaboration with cutting-edge technology companies in Round 1 of the AI Decryption Challenge to bolster the CITISEC Protocol, a groundbreaking initiative focused on public health and safety. In the face of potential health crisis, the program pivoted from the original law enforcement focus. Through strategic partnerships, ISB has harnessed the expertise of renowned tech innovators to create a seamless and comprehensive program aimed at safeguarding citizens' well-being.
Contributions by Leading Tech Partners:
Dynex Solutions:
Harnessing the power of real-time data analytics, TechDynex Solutions empowers CITISEC with swift information processing capabilities, enabling proactive responses to health emergencies.
Securitech:
Securitech's state-of-the-art encrypted communication tools ensure the secure transmission and storage of sensitive health data, upholding the privacy and confidentiality of citizens.
BioTrace Systems:
Leveraging advanced biometric data analysis, BioTrace Systems enhances the accuracy of health assessments, contributing to a more precise understanding of citizens' health conditions.
Quantum Networks Inc.:
With a focus on creating a robust network infrastructure, Quantum Networks Inc. facilitates seamless data transfer among government agencies, fostering efficient collaboration in health surveillance.
Innoguard Cybersecurity:
InnoGuard's cybersecurity solutions fortify the CITISEC infrastructure, providing a shield against potential threats and ensuring the integrity of the collected health data.
SynthAI Technologies:
SynthAI's cutting-edge artificial intelligence algorithms drive predictive analytics, enabling CITISEC to forecast and respond to emerging health threats, thereby safeguarding public health.
ISB remains committed to pushing the boundaries of innovation for the greater good. New entrants to the AI Challenge will have the opportunity to collaborate with these esteemed technology partners. Extension of the Challenge exemplifies ISB's dedication to creating a safer and healthier future for citizens. As we continue to evolve and adapt, ISB remains at the forefront, enabling technological solutions that positively impact society.
 
Key Information:
New and returning businesses are invited to apply to the challenge until December 30, 1423.
Winning businesses may receive up to 25,000,000฿ for research and development, with the potential for an additional 500฿ million in phase 3 for operationalization and government exclusivity. 
For additional information, please reach out to Dana Thraeb, Senior Press Secretary for Innovation, Science, and Economic Development Basria, at
dana.thraeb@government.nb.

Teralyon Triumphs Over Peourouin in Spectacular 2-0 Victory at 3rd World Cup
By Anja Suremic, Teralyon Sports Analyst
RYXTYLOPIA — Teralyon's national football team secured a decisive 2-0 victory against Peourouin in a thrilling match at the 3rd World Cup hosted in Ryxtylopia. The Teralyon supporters erupted into cheers as their team showcased a stellar performance, demonstrating resilience and tactical prowess on the field.
The first goal came in the 28th minute, courtesy of a precise strike from midfielder Orlin Tadic, setting the tone for Teralyon's dominance. The second goal materialized in the 56th minute, with forward Iryna Slowacki capitalizing on a defensive lapse to secure the team's victory. The defensive line and goalkeeper Bogdan Sosniok played a pivotal role in maintaining a clean sheet, frustrating Peourouin's attempts to make a comeback.
In a post-match interview, Coach Isabella Mirovic expressed her satisfaction with the team's performance. "I'm incredibly proud of our players. They executed the game plan flawlessly and showed great teamwork. This win is a testament to their dedication and hard work on the training ground," she remarked.
Mirovic highlighted the importance of building on this victory and maintaining momentum in the upcoming matches. "We need to stay focused and take each game as it comes. The World Cup is a tough competition, and our next match against Sekiya will present a new set of challenges," she added.
Looking ahead, Teralyon faces Sekiya at the formidable Istadio Gral. Tavara Dipartí stadium in what promises to be a highly anticipated clash. Sekiya, a formidable opponent with 1 win and 1 loss in the current World Cup, poses a significant challenge to Teralyon's aspirations.
Sports analysts are buzzing with speculation about the upcoming encounter, with many emphasizing the need for Teralyon to maintain its offensive momentum while shoring up the defense to counter Sekiya's skilled attackers. The midfield battle is expected to be intense, with both teams vying for control and possession.
Jedro Milovic , a renowned sports analyst, offered his insights into the upcoming match. "Sekiya is known for its disciplined play and quick counterattacks. Teralyon should be prepared for a strategic game. It's crucial for them to capitalize on scoring opportunities while staying vigilant in defense," Milovic advised during a televised sports talk show.
As the excitement builds for the Istadio Gral. Tavara Dipartí showdown, Teralyon's football enthusiasts are optimistic about their team's chances. The nation eagerly awaits another electrifying match as Teralyon continues its quest for glory in the 3rd World Cup of football.
 
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Ishundar and Volos Forge Decade-Long Partnership to Propel Teralyon's Mining Sector
In a groundbreaking development for the Teralyon economy and the global mining industry, the international mining giant Ishundar, headquartered in Teralyon, has inked a lucrative deal with mining equipment supplier Volos. The partnership, spanning the next decade, is set to significantly enhance Ishundar's mining operations and contribute to the economic growth of the Teralyon region.
Ishundar, a key player in the extraction and processing of energy and minerals, has long been at the forefront of innovation in the mining sector. The new deal with Volos, a renowned mining equipment supplier known for its cutting-edge technology and sustainable practices, is poised to take Ishundar's operations to new heights.
Under the terms of the agreement, Volos will supply Ishundar with a diverse range of state-of-the-art mining equipment, including advanced drilling machinery, autonomous vehicles, and precision sensors. This collaboration is not only expected to streamline Ishundar's mining processes but also to bolster the efficiency, safety, and sustainability of its operations.
The economic implications of this partnership are substantial for Teralyon. The infusion of modern mining equipment is anticipated to create numerous job opportunities in the region, from skilled technicians to support staff. Moreover, the increased productivity and output from 's mining Ishundar's activities are projected to contribute significantly to the local economy, fostering growth and development.
"This partnership marks a significant milestone for Ishundar and the Teralyon community," remarked Goran Sekojic, highlighting the commitment to advancing sustainable and responsible mining practices. "We believe that the collaboration with Volos will not only elevate our operational capabilities but also position Teralyon as a hub for innovation and excellence in the global mining industry."
Volos, known for its emphasis on environmental responsibility, will also play a pivotal role in enhancing the sustainability of Ishundar's mining operations. The integration of eco-friendly technologies and practices is expected to minimize the environmental impact of mining activities, aligning with both companies' commitment to corporate social responsibility.
Industry experts anticipate that this collaboration will not only benefit Teralyon but also set a precedent for responsible mining practices globally. The partnership is emblematic of the mining industry's commitment to advancing technology, sustainability, and community development.
As the Teralyon region eagerly awaits the implementation of this transformative partnership, all eyes are on Ishundar and Volos as they work together to shape the future of mining, leaving a positive impact on the economy, the environment, and the communities they serve.
 

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and a Quiyakaso Gohalitsve walking down the streets of the Ryxtylopian slums
Producer: Guys, I am not sure it is safe for us to be here. We should turn back and-
Quiyakaso: Don't worry about it, it will be fiiiiiiiiine. We are almost to the taco place.
Noya: Quiyakaso, are you sure you know where you are going?
Quiyakaso: Oh yeah, we just have to turn the corner up ahead and we will be there.
Producer: Seriously, I do believe that a police officer started following us a while back. We really should not be here.
Quiyakaso: We will be fine, don't worry. If the po-po comes around, I have a plan.
Noya: ...If your plan is to run I will kill you.
Quiyakaso: Nah, running wouldn't work. I have a plan, that is all you need to know.
Noya: turns to camera "Are you at least recording all of this?”
camera moves up and down in a nod
Quiyakaso: Here it is! The taco place!
Camera pans to a small but very busy taqueria 
Noya: ...Are you sure it is safe to eat here? 
Quiyakaso: Oh absolutely, do you see all the people gathered here? If the locals eat it then it must be safe.
Noya: I suppose. Well, let's go ma-
Policeman walks into frame
Policeman: Press, e nono film stret aehere-
Noya: Oh sugar. Well, Quiyakaso, time for this 'genius' plan of yours.
Quiyakaso: I've got this!!
Quiyakaso walks up to officer and rips open his button up shirt to reveal the disco clothes he wore in Dalimbar
Noya: Turns to camera crew and producer, Yeah no, let's get out of here before he gets arrested.
Quiyakaso: I challenge you!...To a Disco Duel!
Locals: awkwardly staring
Policeman says something into their radio mic, assumingely calling for backup
Policeman: e, go way! Nono film stret!
Quiyakaso: Dance battle me, you coward!
As more officers appear on the scene, the crew and Noya begin to run away, leaving Quiyakaso behind but as they round the corner the camera looks back to see Quiyakaso get put into a police car all the while yelling about “Demanding satisfaction,” in the form of a Disco Duel.
Later when the crew is out of the slums:
Noya: Of course that fool had to get arrested. Sorry folks, but we won't be exploring the local cuisine in the slums today. But, in terms of sports, the Zoranian Thunderbirds won their match against Pedandria, 3-1. They are going up against Arifiyyah next and that is the match to see! Keep on cheering our team from home!
Producer: Yeah, just got off the phone with the Zoranian embassy. They say it is on us or the network to pay for Quiyakaso's release.
Noya: I will pay for it, despite how stupid he acts this would be quite dull without him. 
Producer: Aww, you two are bo-
Noya: Another word and I will forward that embarrasing love confession email you had me proofread to Meli.
Producer: ...
Noya: That's what I thought.
OOC Note: Thank you to @Federation of Inner Ryxtylopia for his help with this post

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.
 

A candeluian Win in Ryxtylopia, and football fans from all over Candelù are still celebrating.

And for today's sport's section, we have the results of yesterday's match against Hertfordshire and Jammbo!

We'll let our correspondent give you the results and the requested informations for the next match, line is all yours Gabri! Don't waste the second chance we're giving you.

"Hello! I'm Gabri and i'm speaking directly from the slums of Ry-"

You were told to avoid 1 thing, the slums. Why're you there Gabri!? We have a public, they want the news and we have to give them the results!

"Not my fault Nico! I heared some Zoranian reporter talking about some good taco stands here!"

You risked your life (and the honour to report very good news) to try some taco from the slums of Ryxtylopia!? 

"Yeah, they're a solid 8 out of ten!"

We were instructed to never send reporters there... just go back to the news.

"Going back to my Report! Candeluian players managed to score 2 goals against H&J! The stadium where candeluians sat started to RRRRRRUMBLE when the final whistle was heared! It was officialy, 2-1 for Candelù, meaning our first national win!"

That's amazing Gabri, a real milestone not only for the team, but for all the fans around the nation!
Now, why don't you tell us about the next match?

"Yeah, We'll be going against the Team of Saint Mark, you know, the nation from Aura?"

Yes, i know. How were they ranked last year? And how are they doing so far?

"Well! Last year they were ranked 21st, so not too high! Though so far they're playing very well, having won 1 game, and ended the other game with a draw."

Alright, so what's the feeling there? You and the fans think that Candelù can win?

"I mean, Probably! We obviously hope that, and it might be a possibility!"

Good Gabri, that's enough for today, now, focus on getting out of the slums.

"Oooooh! there're more taco shops here! and they're so cheap!"

No, No. Out.

"-No Answer-"

...And that's all for sports today! Don't worry about Gabri, we'll send someone to search him...
We From Tiveronia 'i Zuja wish you a goodnight! And remember, keep fanning, football fans!









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