Zoran

Results of the 4th Match Day of the Group Stage
Group A Kalmach 1–3 Rivalfiume Ryxtylopia 4–3 Alchera (NPC) Larxia 3–2 Overthinkers Group A Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Ryxtylopia 4 2 2 0 8 6 +2 8 x 2 Larxia 4 2 1 1 9 7 +2 7 x 3 Overthinkers 4 2 1 1 6 4 +2 7 x 4 Rivalfiume 4 1 2 1 4 4 0 5 5 Alchera (NPC) 4 0 2 2 4 6 −2 2 6 Kalmach 4 0 2 2 5 9 −4 2 Group B Peourouin 0–0 Sekiya Cambria 4–1 Teralyon United Adaikes 1–0 Giovanniland Group B Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Cambria 4 4 0 0 14 6 +8 12 x 2 United Adaikes 4 3 0 1 3 2 +1 9 x 3 Sekiya 4 1 2 1 3 2 +1 5 x 4 Teralyon 4 1 1 2 4 6 −2 4 5 Giovanniland 4 1 0 3 3 7 −4 3 6 Peourouin 4 0 1 3 3 7 −4 1 Group C Ionia 1–5 Candelu Nieubasria 2–2 Saint Mark Fujai 0–2 Hertfordshire and Jammbo Group C Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Nieubasria 4 3 1 0 9 3 +6 10 x 2 Candelu 4 2 1 1 7 3 +4 7 x 3 Saint Mark 4 1 3 0 6 2 +4 6 4 Fujai 4 2 0 2 2 3 −1 6 5 Hertfordshire and Jammbo 4 1 1 2 4 4 0 4 6 Ionia 4 0 0 4 1 14 −13 0 e Group D Aukera 6–3 Pedandria Arifiyyah 4–1 Libterraria (NPC) Dalimbar 1–3 Zoran Group D Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts 1 Arifiyyah 4 4 0 0 9 3 +6 12 x 2 Zoran 4 3 0 1 9 5 +4 9 x 3 Aukera 4 2 1 1 10 7 +3 7 x 4 Dalimbar 4 1 1 2 4 6 −2 4 5 Libterraria (NPC) 4 1 0 3 6 9 −3 3 6 Pedandria 4 0 0 4 4 12 −8 0 e x - ensured qualification in the Knock-out stage e - eliminated in the race to the Knock-out stage

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and Quiyakaso Gohalitsve, still in his disco clothes, walking out of the Ryxtylopian police station
Noya: You owe me for this!
Quiyakaso: I know...but at the same time I had them right where I wanted them!
Noya: Oh? Pray tell, how were you in control of that situation?
Quiyakaso: I was this close to getting the police captain to accept my Disco Duel challenge!
Noya: Quiyakaso, you were in there for five days! It took forever for us to negotiate your release!
Quiyakaso: ...I still had everything under control.
Noya slaps Quiyakaso
Noya: Just shut up, I spent my own personal money to get you out of there. The least you could do is thank me.
Quiyakaso looks surprised for a moment
Quiyakaso: Really? You did that for me?
Noya: Yes! It was either continue the show without you or pay the small...bail and get you out!
Quiyakaso: Oh...so it wasn't because we are fr-
Noya: No. 
Quiyakaso: Oh...
Noya: Now could we please just do the report of the last match?
Quiyakaso: Fine, I guess we can.
Quiyakaso pulls out his phone to check the results
Quiyakaso:  Hellooooooo, Zoran! In the last match, the Zoranian team lost in a series of penalty kicks against Arifiyyah, 2-3. Tonight, our team is going up against Dalimbar, a formidable foe to be sure.
Noya: That's right! Let's see if our team ca-
Quiyakaso begins patting around his pockets
Quiyakaso: Hey! Where did my courtship flute go!?
Noya: What? You had one on you? Why?
Quiyakaso: Yes I did! Every Zoranian man knows to carry one around in case you see someone you find hot.
Noya: I thought that was a dying practice in our country? 
Quiyakaso: No way! It is still popularly used by men in the country, really helps us express feelings that are limited by language!
Noya: Huh, well that is news to me.
Quiayakso: The more you know!...NOW WHERE IS MY FLUTE!? 
Noya: Let's go back inside and see if they kept it.
Quiyakaso: ...right after I bring up how warm and friendly the newly promoted Dalimbari guy looks!
Noya:...What?
Quiyakaso: Come on, look at him! Doesn't he look like the kind of guy you can trust?
Noya: ...Can we just go back inside and get your flute?
Quiyakaso: Ok...
 

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and Quiyakaso Gohalitsve, still in his disco clothes, walking out of the Ryxtylopian police station
Noya: You owe me for this!
Quiyakaso: I know...but at the same time I had them right where I wanted them!
Noya: Oh? Pray tell, how were you in control of that situation?
Quiyakaso: I was this close to getting the police captain to accept my Disco Duel challenge!
Noya: Quiyakaso, you were in there for five days! It took forever for us to negotiate your release!
Quiyakaso: ...I still had everything under control.
Noya slaps Quiyakaso
Noya: Just shut up, I spent my own personal money to get you out of there. The least you could do is thank me.
Quiyakaso looks surprised for a moment
Quiyakaso: Really? You did that for me?
Noya: Yes! It was either continue the show without you or pay the small...bail and get you out!
Quiyakaso: Oh...so it wasn't because we are fr-
Noya: No. 
Quiyakaso: Oh...
Noya: Now could we please just do the report of the last match?
Quiyakaso: Fine, I guess we can.
Quiyakaso pulls out his phone to check the results
Quiyakaso:  Hellooooooo, Zoran! In the last match, the Zoranian team lost in a series of penalty kicks against Arifiyyah, 2-3. Tonight, our team is going up against Dalimbar, a formidable foe to be sure.
Noya: That's right! Let's see if our team ca-
Quiyakaso begins patting around his pockets
Quiyakaso: Hey! Where did my courtship flute go!?
Noya: What? You had one on you? Why?
Quiyakaso: Yes I did! Every Zoranian man knows to carry one around in case you see someone you find hot.
Noya: I thought that was a dying practice in our country? 
Quiyakaso: No way! It is still popularly used by men in the country, really helps us express feelings that are limited by language!
Noya: Huh, well that is news to me.
Quiayakso: The more you know!...NOW WHERE IS MY FLUTE!? 
Noya: Let's go back inside and see if they kept it.
Quiyakaso: ...right after I bring up how warm and friendly the newly promoted Dalimbari guy looks!
Noya:...What?
Quiyakaso: Come on, look at him! Doesn't he look like the kind of guy you can trust?
Noya: ...Can we just go back inside and get your flute?
Quiyakaso: Ok...
 

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and Quiyakaso Gohalitsve, still in his disco clothes, walking out of the Ryxtylopian police station
Noya: You owe me for this!
Quiyakaso: I know...but at the same time I had them right where I wanted them!
Noya: Oh? Pray tell, how were you in control of that situation?
Quiyakaso: I was this close to getting the police captain to accept my Disco Duel challenge!
Noya: Quiyakaso, you were in there for five days! It took forever for us to negotiate your release!
Quiyakaso: ...I still had everything under control.
Noya slaps Quiyakaso
Noya: Just shut up, I spent my own personal money to get you out of there. The least you could do is thank me.
Quiyakaso looks surprised for a moment
Quiyakaso: Really? You did that for me?
Noya: Yes! It was either continue the show without you or pay the small...bail and get you out!
Quiyakaso: Oh...so it wasn't because we are fr-
Noya: No. 
Quiyakaso: Oh...
Noya: Now could we please just do the report of the last match?
Quiyakaso: Fine, I guess we can.
Quiyakaso pulls out his phone to check the results
Quiyakaso:  Hellooooooo, Zoran! In the last match, the Zoranian team lost in a series of penalty kicks against Arifiyyah, 2-3. Tonight, our team is going up against Dalimbar, a formidable foe to be sure.
Noya: That's right! Let's see if our team ca-
Quiyakaso begins patting around his pockets
Quiyakaso: Hey! Where did my courtship flute go!?
Noya: What? You had one on you? Why?
Quiyakaso: Yes I did! Every Zoranian man knows to carry one around in case you see someone you find hot.
Noya: I thought that was a dying practice in our country? 
Quiyakaso: No way! It is still popularly used by men in the country, really helps us express feelings that are limited by language!
Noya: Huh, well that is news to me.
Quiayakso: The more you know!...NOW WHERE IS MY FLUTE!? 
Noya: Let's go back inside and see if they kept it.
Quiyakaso: ...right after I bring up how warm and friendly the newly promoted Dalimbari guy looks!
Noya:...What?
Quiyakaso: Come on, look at him! Doesn't he look like the kind of guy you can trust?
Noya: ...Can we just go back inside and get your flute?
Quiyakaso: Ok...
 

Zona, almost a century prior...
 
He couldn’t sleep. It was anticipation mostly, the prospect of a new war to survive, but his body clock was still running on Fortuna time, and to him it was late morning.
Just before six by the clock on his night stand, he gave up on his bed and got up. It was cold and not yet light. In the adjacent rooms, the other men of G for Gekhà were sleeping. He could hear snoring, particularly the volcanic rumble of Bombardier Ada. The Order of Ordinance had issued them billets in a once-handsome pension on Ukhai Canal, and they’d piled in late the previous afternoon, leaving their packs in a heap in the hallway, eagerly laying claim to rooms. The younger men had broken open liquor and got down to the business of getting drunk so they could better sleep off trip-lag. He’d had a glass or two, but the cheap escape held little attraction.
He and the other flight officers had swung the best rooms. He’d had to order a disappointed Zhakh out to make way for him: "Find somewhere else," he’d told the young tail-gunner. But the room wasn’t much of a trophy. The carpet had long gone and the plaster was crumbling. Darkened sheets were nailed over the windows in place of curtains. Damp patches blotched the ceiling like sores. There was a smell of fatigue and faded grandeur. That’s what years of warfare did to a place. They certainly did the same to a man, after all.
The old woman who ran the building had told him that there would be no hot water until after eight, and he hadn’t come across a continent and an ocean to start a tour by standing under a piss-cold shower. He’d got dressed in the half-light – boots, breeches, fleece-vest – and started to pull on his flight coat. But his fingers had then encountered the insignia sewn into the thick quilts of the garment, the captain’s bars, the squadron badge, the name-strip that read ‘len Zhai, Arkho’. He had put it aside and opted instead for a more anonymous tan leather coat.
The landing was dark. On the floor above, the crewmen of Hello Hellfire were slumbering, with the crews of Throes of Terror and Widowmaker on the floor above that. The retinues of K for Killshot and Send Them All Home were billeted on the ground floor. The other six crews of XIX Wing ‘Guardian Flight’, Imperial Naval Air Force were tucked up in another pension down the street.
Zhai lit a candle. The light was dim, but enough to light his way down the creaking staircase. In the hall, there were ancient books stacked on the mantle of the ornate but flaking fireplace, but those that he touched in the hope of finding an hour or two’s distraction fell into dust.
He let himself out onto the street. It was chilly and quiet, except for the gurgle of the canal. A van rumbled by on the far side of the waterway, its headlights cowled as per blackout procedures. He walked a few paces, noticing the stumps, regularly spaced, where iron lamp stands had been removed from the boulevard for the war effort. He tried to imagine the place in peacetime. Elegant, glass-hooded lamps, purring boats on the grand canal, prosperous citizens going about their business, stopping to greet and talk, dining at terrace taverns now long boarded-up. There would have been students too. The briefing documents said that Zona was a university town.
In truth, he realised, he knew precious little about this neck of the woods. Precious little apart from three things: it was an old, proud canton; it was strategically vital to the dominance of the Holy Spears of the Navy; and he, and thousands of other soldiers and aviators like him, had been drafted here at short notice to save it from the enemy.
He noticed passers-by suddenly – other pedestrians out in the early light, dressed in dark clothes, all hurrying in the same direction. He heard the chime of a sunrise bell ringing out the eye's rise, calling them to worship. Zhai followed them, crossing a bridge over the canal, hanging back.
By the time he reached the sacred temple on the far bank side, the dawn service had already begun. He stood for a moment outside, listening to the chorus. Above him, in the cold, grey light, the bas-relief facade showed the masked figure of the Infinite Emperor gazing down upon this little stretch of His domain.
Zhai felt ashamed. He bowed his head. When, eight years earlier, he had sworn to give his life as a warrior in the service of the Infinite Empire, he hadn’t realised how damn hard it would be. He’d always wanted to be an aviator, of course. His home village's local air base bred that instinct into all its sons and daughters. But the cost had been great. Two years before, during the final onslaught to liberate the Fortuna from the toxic clutches of the enemy, fighting alongside the Lord Commander Izoh van Ifòch, he had almost died twice. Once as flaming rubble over the Gates of Judgment, then as a prisoner of a warlord back in Ostronia.
In the two years since then, Zhai had been unable to shrug off the idea that he should be dead already. He was living on borrowed time. His instructor at the academy had drummed into him the concept of fate’s wheel. He’d said that it spun at the astral throne's side. It spun for balance, for symmetry. What was given would be taken, what was loaned would be paid back. A life saved was only a life spared.
His had been saved twice over. There was a reckoning to be had. And here he was, in a new land, charged with the duty of fighting to save it. The reckoning would be here, he was sure of it. Fate’s wheel would turn. He had been spared twice so he could live long enough to see his own home secured. Now he was fighting to save another man’s home. This, surely, would be where the accounts got squared.
The crew of G for Gekhà had seen this fatality in his every action, he was sure of that. They knew they were flying on a doomed bird. Doomed by him, cursed by him. He’d lost one crew over the Gates, and he should have gone with them. Now Fate’s wheel would bring another crew down with him in its efforts to even the tally.
He’d asked for a transfer, been refused, asked for a non-operational posting, had that turned over as well. "You’re a bloody fine flight officer, Zhai," Lord Theit had told him. "Get rid of this fatalistic nonsense. We need every bastard with airtime and combat experience we can get. Zona will be tough as nails. Our forces are in hard retreat from the continent. It’ll come down to a bloody sea war, mark my words. Request denied. Your transport leaves tomorrow at 06.00."
Zhai looked up at the graven image of the Emperor, hard-shadowed in the rising sun. The faceless mask somehow looked disapproving, glaring at his timid soul, fully aware of the cowardice in his heart.
"I’m sorry," he said, out loud.
A woman in a long black coat, coming late to the service, looked round at him. He shrugged, bashful, and held the observatory door open for her.
Light, and a chorus of triumphant vows dedicated to the Eye Ascendant, washed out on them both. She hurried in.
He followed her, and closed the heavy door behind him.

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and Quiyakaso Gohalitsve, still in his disco clothes, walking out of the Ryxtylopian police station
Noya: You owe me for this!
Quiyakaso: I know...but at the same time I had them right where I wanted them!
Noya: Oh? Pray tell, how were you in control of that situation?
Quiyakaso: I was this close to getting the police captain to accept my Disco Duel challenge!
Noya: Quiyakaso, you were in there for five days! It took forever for us to negotiate your release!
Quiyakaso: ...I still had everything under control.
Noya slaps Quiyakaso
Noya: Just shut up, I spent my own personal money to get you out of there. The least you could do is thank me.
Quiyakaso looks surprised for a moment
Quiyakaso: Really? You did that for me?
Noya: Yes! It was either continue the show without you or pay the small...bail and get you out!
Quiyakaso: Oh...so it wasn't because we are fr-
Noya: No. 
Quiyakaso: Oh...
Noya: Now could we please just do the report of the last match?
Quiyakaso: Fine, I guess we can.
Quiyakaso pulls out his phone to check the results
Quiyakaso:  Hellooooooo, Zoran! In the last match, the Zoranian team lost in a series of penalty kicks against Arifiyyah, 2-3. Tonight, our team is going up against Dalimbar, a formidable foe to be sure.
Noya: That's right! Let's see if our team ca-
Quiyakaso begins patting around his pockets
Quiyakaso: Hey! Where did my courtship flute go!?
Noya: What? You had one on you? Why?
Quiyakaso: Yes I did! Every Zoranian man knows to carry one around in case you see someone you find hot.
Noya: I thought that was a dying practice in our country? 
Quiyakaso: No way! It is still popularly used by men in the country, really helps us express feelings that are limited by language!
Noya: Huh, well that is news to me.
Quiayakso: The more you know!...NOW WHERE IS MY FLUTE!? 
Noya: Let's go back inside and see if they kept it.
Quiyakaso: ...right after I bring up how warm and friendly the newly promoted Dalimbari guy looks!
Noya:...What?
Quiyakaso: Come on, look at him! Doesn't he look like the kind of guy you can trust?
Noya: ...Can we just go back inside and get your flute?
Quiyakaso: Ok...
 

Metropolitan cities of Drir and Aibuz opening secession talks: What it entails for Helmaamoi and the representatives in the national Budynok Narodu
Julia Katerines, Reporter

The island archipelago of Zolhan and Drir are separated from the mainland by the Viatic Ocean and Ersan Channel. Despite the founding of the ancient era of Peouroun people beginning on the island of Drir, it and the island of Zolhan have always been estranged states when in the union with the other states.
Drir, the first to ratify the current constitution, was an avid player in uniting the Peouroun people from the grips of numerous cliques and smaller republics that tried to consolidate regional power through force. Along the way, another amicable entity was Aibuz (Zolhan), who joined Drir in their efforts to put our peoples under one flag.

Map of Peourouin's cities
By 1340, much of the modern-day borders were official. With differences settled with Sekiya with the establishment of autonomous regions in both countries, each piece was settling into place to have the first republic established under Peouroun authority.
Feziklyr was the capital of the then republic and was monumental in situating Peourouin into the international light at the time. The city slowly grew to an overbearing 1.3 million in the spaces between the river Myv and river Fransoissignant, an area of barely 150 km2 (smaller than D.C.) by 1353. The eventual sprawl of the city kicked off by 1354 growing west and southwest into the current municipalities of Roshtimal, Uksuralya, and Misto Feziklyrsouts. These municipalities drew in major island and immigrant populations for its inexpensive land, cost of living, and influence they could have in national politics.
By 1357, the city more than doubled its population of 1343 to just under 3.0 million and reached north of the river Fransoi. to the border of state of Baoken. The city was on its frills during its breakneck pace of expansion and population growth taking a toll on the infrastructure and essential services being provided by the city. Two major accidents instilled the fear of Feziklyr as the massive, "Frankensteined" layout of the city.
The first accident occurred on 3 March 1365 where a freight truck carrying ammonium nitrate collided with a fuel tanker on the inner ring expressway along the river Myv. The accident sparked a massive explosion in the heart of the city, causing >1,000 deaths and >15,000 injuries in the nearby vacinity. Residential blocks, highrises, and historical buildings were extensively damaged, if not already demolished by the shockwave it sent throughout the city. Damage figures were estimated to be as high as 15 billion Ńeupyturs (adjusted for inflation).
The second accident occurred on Peourouin Ratification Day, 12 April 1378 where the rail bridge connecting Feros'--an exurb of Misto Feziklyrsouts--to Feziklyr Central Station was shut down after reports of the ride across the section became hazardous. The long distance train from Wropens, however, did not receive the discretion to reroute north of the original route and continued in the direction of the shut down section of track. Making a stop at Logdyshch, the train intended to pick up servicemen and women from training bringing them back home for the remembrance of the lives laid down for the good of the country. The arrival of the train was late, so the conductor increased the speed of the train to at least minimize the delay of the train, but approaching the section of track the train began to encounter track unevenness until the train derailed off the bridge. 239 passengers were on that train, 190 perished and 45 were injured.
These accidents sparked the opinion that the fragility of the city did not make it feasible to name Feziklyr the capital of the country. Though, the states of Drir and Zolhan strongly argued against the switch to a new capital claiming that the representation of the island states would be glossed over. Knowing that the majority of the country would be in favor, the states staged a collaboration party that pushed for the islands to gain independence during the election season of 1404. Though it initially did not gain traction, the past election year, 1422 saw the first time the opposition party (Independence for the Islands Party) ran directly against the highly popular People First Party of current President Aleks Humatiy. And earlier this week, the first official secession talks were held.
The situation is novel, and we will bring the latest from Drir and Zolhan as soon as our reporters in those states gain any information.
(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.)
Matchday 3: Peourouin's Perilous Loss Against United Adaikes, Home Boys Enraged as Team Has "Put Shame" on Peouroun Legacy in Football
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.
For the third match in a row, the United Peourouin Sports Authority team representing Peourouin at the WCF3 has lost against its opponents from Cambria, the game with 7 scored goals, a record for the WCF3 at this point in time, Teralyon with a 2-0 score on Peourouin, and this past match with United Adaikes with a 1-0 score.
Supporters in Feziklyr--the most avid of supporters--have been nonstop talking about the previous three matches, but some have taken their frustrations out on the streets. Some blame the aging coach, some believe the games are a simulation, both coming from fringe supporters.
The team has been working diligently to put up their best defenses against attack-focused compositions and tactics, but to no avail. We were again able to speak with Head Coach Nikolas Saprots and one of the managers, Mikhail Ascerbiv, on the recent games.
We spoke to Head Coach Saprots right after the game:
B. Trella "We've seen major work being done on the field, and with your expertise, it's no wonder the team has been kicking and screaming at every game."
HC Nikolas Saprots "I certainly agree with your assessment of the team, they've put tooth and nail into every pass, corner, and attempt. These guys are impressive to say the least."
B. Trella "How have you and the team stayed positive in light of the loss after loss? 
HC N. Saprots "The team has gone through a deep introspection into themselves before putting themselves on the field. Because what happens on the field stays on the field. You can't change the world while playing UA's team, Tera's team, or Cambria's team. And considering they're going on 6 days of matches and practices, they're exhausting their batteries and they need to recharge.
B. Trella "Peourouin is up against Sekiya next, our southern neighbor; how do you suspect the game progresses as allies and opponents simultaneously?"
HC N. Saprots "Sekiya as friends, it will always be. Whatever people say, they've been our most outspoken relationship our two nations have had. While they have had a good run, time can only tell if they worked up to the 4th match."
HC Saprots was still optimistic, sanguine about the abilities the team was able to perform and exercise during regulation.
Manager Mikhail Ascerbiv reached out to Peourouin Today to inform us about the matches in Ryxtylopia, the state of the team, and the business PM Olaysiy Udemmiena has coming along with the team.
B. Trella
"You are the manager of the players, what is the stadium schedule looking like?"
TM M. Ascerbiv "Right so MD1 and MD2 were at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti, against Cambria and Teralyon; MD3 is at Istadio Raquivas, which required the team to travel basically across the territory and was against United Adaikes; MD4 is back at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti and will be against Sekiya; and MD5 I do not remember. I apologize."
B. Trella "No worries, we will get that info after the next Matchday. So given the circumstances the team has experienced, what has been the state of the team lately?"
TM M. Ascerbiv
"Nothing major, we did have Sasha Vedmyyds--a defense reserve--leave to go back to Peourouin, no word to me about his reason but did notify the team that it was urgent. No significant injuries or fatigues (or inbalances of bile)."
B. Trella
"That's good to hear, and what about the PM's intention of attending the WCF3?"
TM M. Ascerbiv
"Interesting question, but no real motive but just a woman needing a holiday and some fun. I don't blame her; the food, culture, atmosphere, and the energy emanating from all of the fans is invigorating. It's a shame the President didn't also visit!"
Team manager Ascerbiv was also optimistic about the match later this week. The team has seen nothing but losses, but every match hews our knife's edge, making the team sharper than ever and ready to take on its next opponent.
(STATEMENT FROM EDITOR: Please remain calm. There is an increase in coverage of the possibility of two states seceding from the Allied States of Peourouin. We must take the utmost caution when approaching the topic, but we also want to inform you of the latest, unfiltered news unfolding in the core of the country.)

The Coming of Tamar
In the age of ancient mists, when shadows played upon the tapestry of time, there strode forth a warrior queen named Tamar, a colossus with tresses of chestnut, flowing like the russet leaves of autumn, and a countenance kissed by the ancient sun, imbuing her with olive-hued radiance. Her eyes, a vibrant green adorned with flecks of precious gold, mirrored the fires that blazed within her spirit.
From the bosom of her ancestral lands, Tamar marched northward, a formidable procession of ten thousand warriors marching to the cadence of destiny. The People of the River, in their hour of need, had dispatched emissaries, invoking Tamar's aid against the marauding Berganisk tribesmen. The thundering war drums of desperation had resounded through the ages, reaching her ears.
With a visage etched in determination and a sword clasped to her side, Tamar, akin to a tempest given flesh, led her mighty host through the craggy expanses of the northern realms. The very air seemed to hum with the echoes of their march, a prelude to the saga unfolding in the chronicles of antiquity.
As Tamar approached the field of strife, where the clash of arms and the lamentations of the oppressed composed a haunting symphony, she beheld the vast theater of conflict. The Berganisk tribesmen, fierce and unyielding, loomed like an insurmountable tempest. Yet, Tamar stood undaunted, a radiant beacon in the gathering storm.
The battle erupted, a dance of blades meeting blades, and the earth quivered beneath the weight of fate. Tamar, with the grace of a hunting falcon and the ferocity of a she-wolf guarding her progeny, wove through the chaos, her sword singing a ballad of liberation. Her warriors, inspired by her valor, fought as if each stroke of their weapons was a stanza in an ageless hymn.
Amidst the ebb and flow of conflict, Tamar's prowess proved unmatched. She carved a path through the ranks of the Berganisk tribesmen, her sword a divine implement of justice. The rivers of crimson flowed, and the very soil seemed to groan beneath the tumult of the confrontation.
In the heart of battle, Tamar confronted the chieftain of the Berganisk, a formidable adversary with eyes reflecting the storms of the northern seas. The clash of their weapons resonated like thunder, and sparks ascended like celestial embers. Tamar, resolute and unyielding, emerged triumphant, and the chieftain's surrender echoed through the battlefield like a zephyr.
With the Berganisk chieftain kneeling in submission, Tamar, her voice resonating with the authority of ancient times, proclaimed terms of peace. The invading hordes were subdued, and the People of the River, rescued from the encroaching darkness, hailed Tamar as their deliverer and queen.
The saga of Tamar, the ancient warrior queen, inscribed itself upon the scrolls of time, a tale of valor, sacrifice, and the indomitable spirit that rises to meet the challenges of a bygone era. Her name, a radiant luminary in the tapestry of history, stood as a testament to the enduring might of those who brandish the sword in the pursuit of justice and salvation.

Team Giovanniland's International Records
in the Esferiad and World Cup
Tournament Stage Match Scorer(s) I Summer Esferiad,
Saint-Josalyn, Cambria
Group
Stage GIO 2-1 HEJ Alberta Verdi (50', 76') GIO 1-1 KCM
(2-2 at extra time,
3-2 penalties) Lorentio Santo-Ferraro (24') Matteo Divendomare (102') Penalty scorers: Manuella Giakobo,
Lorentio Santo-Ferraro
and Farlina Benaventura
GIO 1-0 IRA Farlina Benaventura (78') Semifinal GIO 2-1 FJA Pietro Takeda (49') Gustavo Zapata (70') Final GIO 3-6 NIU Alberta Verdi (5') Pietro Takeda (32') Gustavo Zapata (81') 1st World Cup of Football,
United Adaikes
Group
Stage
GIO 1-1 FHA Jurandire Lianzo (4o') GIO 0-0 PAL   GIO 1-3 LXA Gustavo Zapata (15') GIO 2-0 DAL Klementine de Abreo-Florine (7') Augusto Uprino-Antenore (40') GIO 1-1 LTR Katia Ovinaria-Taspena (22') Round of 16 GIO 1-3 IRA Gustavo Zapata (10') II Summer Esferiad,
Quoriv & Kharventhin,
Giovanniland & Blue Bubble
Group
Stage
GIO 2-0 ARF Arabella Viaria-Nyima (35') Lorentio Santo-Ferraro (66') GIO 0-1 FJA    GIO 3-0 TUP Matteo Divendomare (9', 21') Arabella Viaria-Nyima (58') GIO 3-1 UAD Augusto Uprino-Antenore (29') Gustavo Zapata (45'+2') Klementine de Abreo-Florine (77') Quarterfinal GIO 1-0 DIL Gustavo Zapata (10') Semifinal GIO 2-2 NIU
(2-2 at extra time,
5-4 penalties) Pietro Takeda (21') Manuello Karventine-Devalle (90'+3') Penalty scorers: Teodoro Sonserina,
Gabriella Orfeo, Pietro Takeda, 
Klementine de Abreo-Florine,
and Gustavo Zapata
Final GIO 0-1 KCM   2nd World Cup of Football,
Hertfordshire and Jammbo Group
Stage GIO 1-0 ALC Ortensia Anvera-Floreverde (30') GIO 1-0 KUR Matteo Divendomare (89') GIO 1-3 KCM Giovanni Oliverde-Lastrilla (52') GIO 3-3 FJA Matteo Divendomare (17', 65') Lorentio Santo-Ferraro (38') GIO 4-1 RSY Augusto Uprine-Antenore (4') Gustavo Zapata (45'+1', 61') Pietro Takeda (80') Round of 16 GIO 1-3 LXA Pietro Takeda (39') 3rd World Cup of Football,
Ryxtylopia Group
Stage GIO 1-0 TRL Gustavo Zapata (67') GIO 0-2 RSY   GIO 2-4 KCM Vittoria Oriastella (23') Matteo Divendomare (35') GIO ??? UAD ??? GIO ??? APR ??? Leaderboard:
Name Goals Scored Rank Gustavo Zapata 9 #1 Matteo Divendomare 7 #2 Pietro Takeda 5 #3 Lorentio Santo-Ferraro 3 #4 Alberta Verdi Arabella Viaria-Nyima 2 #6 Augusto Uprino-Antenore Klementine de Abreo-Florine Farlina Benaventura 1 #9 Giovanni Oliverde-Lastrilla Jurandire Lianzo Katia Ovinaria-Taspena Manuello Karventine-Devalle Ortensia Anvera-Floreverde Vittoria Oriastella (Note: These lists do not include other international matches played by Giovanniland.)

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and Quiyakaso Gohalitsve, still in his disco clothes, walking out of the Ryxtylopian police station
Noya: You owe me for this!
Quiyakaso: I know...but at the same time I had them right where I wanted them!
Noya: Oh? Pray tell, how were you in control of that situation?
Quiyakaso: I was this close to getting the police captain to accept my Disco Duel challenge!
Noya: Quiyakaso, you were in there for five days! It took forever for us to negotiate your release!
Quiyakaso: ...I still had everything under control.
Noya slaps Quiyakaso
Noya: Just shut up, I spent my own personal money to get you out of there. The least you could do is thank me.
Quiyakaso looks surprised for a moment
Quiyakaso: Really? You did that for me?
Noya: Yes! It was either continue the show without you or pay the small...bail and get you out!
Quiyakaso: Oh...so it wasn't because we are fr-
Noya: No. 
Quiyakaso: Oh...
Noya: Now could we please just do the report of the last match?
Quiyakaso: Fine, I guess we can.
Quiyakaso pulls out his phone to check the results
Quiyakaso:  Hellooooooo, Zoran! In the last match, the Zoranian team lost in a series of penalty kicks against Arifiyyah, 2-3. Tonight, our team is going up against Dalimbar, a formidable foe to be sure.
Noya: That's right! Let's see if our team ca-
Quiyakaso begins patting around his pockets
Quiyakaso: Hey! Where did my courtship flute go!?
Noya: What? You had one on you? Why?
Quiyakaso: Yes I did! Every Zoranian man knows to carry one around in case you see someone you find hot.
Noya: I thought that was a dying practice in our country? 
Quiyakaso: No way! It is still popularly used by men in the country, really helps us express feelings that are limited by language!
Noya: Huh, well that is news to me.
Quiayakso: The more you know!...NOW WHERE IS MY FLUTE!? 
Noya: Let's go back inside and see if they kept it.
Quiyakaso: ...right after I bring up how warm and friendly the newly promoted Dalimbari guy looks!
Noya:...What?
Quiyakaso: Come on, look at him! Doesn't he look like the kind of guy you can trust?
Noya: ...Can we just go back inside and get your flute?
Quiyakaso: Ok...
 

STATEMENT: Common Trust for Generic Medicines (CTGM) Responds to Legal Action by Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical
Clarenton, November 25, 1423
In response to recent developments and the legal action initiated by Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical, the Common Trust for Generic Medicines (CTGM) would like to address the allegations made against our organization. We firmly believe in transparency and wish to provide clarity to the public regarding the ongoing situation.
CTGM categorically denies any involvement in the alleged espionage or unauthorized access to trade secrets as claimed by Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical. Our organization operates with the utmost integrity, adhering strictly to ethical practices and legal standards. We respect intellectual property rights and have always championed competition within the international pharmaceutical industry.
CTGM has a long-standing commitment to advancing public health through the development and accessibility of generic medicines. Our initiatives aim to ensure that high-quality, affordable medications are available to the wider population. The allegations against CTGM run counter to our mission and the principles we uphold in serving the greater good.
As a Common Estate corporation, CTGM operates under the strict oversight of the Hier, and is under the direct oversight of the Hierminister responsible for Common Trust for Generic Medicines along with the professional infrastructure of the Ancient Trade Company of Salters and Chemists. CTGM complies with all relevant regulations and investigations commenced by the Hierminister. Our actions are guided by the principles of transparency, accountability, and adherence to the law. We maintain a cooperative relationship with regulatory authorities to uphold the highest standards in the pharmaceutical sector.
CTGM welcomes any impartial investigation into the allegations raised by Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical. We are confident that such an inquiry will vindicate our organization, reaffirming our commitment to ethical conduct and responsible corporate citizenship.
It is crucial to recognize that the pharmaceutical industry plays a pivotal role in the well-being of our society. CTGM remains dedicated to the protection of Basrian interests, fostering innovation, and contributing to the overall health and prosperity of our nation and beyond.
CTGM believes in the judicial process as a fair and objective means of resolving disputes. We trust that a thorough examination of the facts will demonstrate our commitment to ethical practices and the advancement of public health.
For further inquiries, please contact:
Public Relations Department
Common Trust for Generic Medicines
pr@ctgm.nb
About CTGM:
The Common Trust for Generic Medicines (CTGM) is a Common Estate corporation committed to ensuring the availability of high-quality generic medicines for the Basrian public. We operate under strict regulatory oversight, upholding transparency and ethical standards in all our endeavors.
Disclaimer: This press release contains forward-looking statements based on current expectations and beliefs. These statements are subject to various risks and uncertainties that could cause actual results to differ materially. CTGM undertakes no obligation to update any forward-looking statements.
In the post-toddler bedtime calm of her home, Judge Esq. Tamar Gedridh reclined in her living room, ensconced in pillows and the glow of a television playing the latest episode of the docuseries Covington. The credits roll and the quietly intense credit music was joined by the shrill ring of her business phone. She hesitated, as she would not commonly get phone calls at this hour. She then reached for the device, glancing at the display to find an unknown number glaring back at her.
With a wary squint, she allowed the voicemail to answer. As he unknown caller spoke, a text readout simultaneously unfolded on the screen, each word tightening the already wary squint. 
"Judge Esquire Gedridh, we are happy you have been assigned to the CTGM case. Dismiss it. The reasons will reveal themselves, and you will find yourself on the short list of recommendations to the Prince for the Standing Quorum on Judicial Commissions and Tenure. Choose wisely, Judge."
Tamar held her glass of wine tight to her chest, she thought this case may be fraught with its connections to government but was not expecting this...

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

УКАЗ
Ставка Фреистат Далимбар
231125-01
О заместителе председателя Ставка
Ставка Фреистат Далимбар:
1. Принимает отставку адмирала Миховил Крешко с поста заместителя председателя Ставка и членство в Ставка;
...A. Награждение Героем Фреистат (первой степени) за образцовые героические заслуги перед Фреистат.
...Б. Начисление выходного пособия и пенсионного обеспечения в соответствии с УКАЗ-091026-02
...В. Далее присуждает госдачу в Районе 8 для его исключительного и частного использования
2. Назначает генерала армии ФС Иосип Франк заместителем председателя Ставка;
...A. Продолжает исполнять обязанности полевого командира Дальневосточной зоны
От имени Ставка,
Маршал Маркус Брианд
Председатель Ставка
Маршал Фреистат Далимбар
On the Vice Chairmanship of Stavka
Stavka of the Free State of Dalimbar:
1. Accepts the resignation of Adm. Mihovil Kresco as Vice Chairman of Stavka and membership in Stavka;
...A. Awards the "Hero of the Free State (First Class)" for exemplary heroic services to the Free State 
...B. Awards severance and retirement package in accordance with UKAZ-091026-02
...C. Further awards a gosdacha in District 8 for his exclusive and private use
2. Appoints Gen. Iosip Franc of FS Army as Vice Chairman of Stavka;
...A. Continues his duties as Field Commander of the Far-Eastern Control Zone
 
On behalf of Stavka,
Mar. Markus Briand,
Chairman of Stavka
Marshal of the Free State of Dalimbar

Steady and Secure
 
The Ryxtylopia-Overthinkers match was the most intense one yet, probably in all the world cup, while it ended in a draw it saw several intense moments, as the hosts and the leaders of the group clashed, in the end the match ended with a draw.
The match started with Ryxtylopia kicking off, and playing rather cautiously at the start, no advances were made as posession was kept in the first 3 minutes before loosing the ball.
In the 15th minute Milatacha slide tackled one of the OT players, being too uncautious he earned himself a yellow card conceding a free kick for OT, whoose team was able to take advantage of the free kick and getting the ball into the Box, where an attempt towards goal was made, however, Rivas got and blocked the attempt (An attempt Arvaldí would've probably not been able to block due to the heading) allowing the defense to clear the ball.
For the 24th minute Ryxtylopia made their first shot towards goal, after Farris passed to Fydó around 3/4 of the field, Fydó however got stuck in OT's defense allowing more players to advance and once he attempted to cross to Vilaní the ball was intercepted.
In the 33rd minute Ryxtylopia managed another attempt at goal, however Overthinkers team was adapted towards playing defensivley making the Ryxtylopian's team strategy of counter-attacking sorta akward to carry out, and in something that became a common occurance in this match OT's defense absorbed the attack.
Finally in the first time in the 40th minute Ryxtylopia made a final attempt at goal, this time a cross from Arvaléz that Vilaní actually headed... into the post, the ball bounced off harmlessly and it was cleared, after another fight for possetion in and around the midfield, the ref blew the whilstle with the score still 0-0.
During the break, a brief chant battle happened in the stands between the Ryxtylopians and the Overthinkers, both separated into zones by a fence, as both fans chanted about how one or the other was better, some throwing stuff over the fence, having an advantage in numbers the Ryxtylopian chants were more audible however this moment was still something pretty funny that happened during HT.
However it was now time for the second time to commence, it was more intense than the first, with the "battle for the midfield" in full swing, both sides gaining and loosing possetion, this continued for some time.
Ryxtylopia made a shot on goal on the 67th minute but it was deflected by OT's GK, and the match continued on as normal, however this wouldn't last long.
In the 70th minute, Ryxtylopia made another attack, however they lost possetion in the box, and here the Ovethinkers team was able to pull a really successful counter attack, passing the ball all the way into Ryxtylopia's box, were when Vilaña tried clearing it he slipped and Arvaldí's gloves went short of the ball, which landed in the net making the score 1-0 in favor of Overthinkers.
 

 
With the crowd going silent, OT's team felt much safer with the one nil lead, and began to be slightly less defensive searching for another goal, however in the 74th minute they would miss a chance as it went over the top post.
Ryxtylopia would respond not long after, when Farris got into the box, and shot, having his attempt blocked and OT's defense pushed back, however it was here when substitute Terado Armandí, (who had taken Vilanís position) retook possetion and was left alone against OT's GK, successfully sending the ball into the net to a sea of celebration.
After this both sides went defensive as the match ended in a 1-1 draw.
 

—and the Landslag’s next match comes tomorrow against Hertfordia, ranked 11. Until then, keep it cool!
Midday sunlight bathed the small apartment in Eidanger as Ylva switched the radio off. Thankfully their windows faced south to catch what little sun came this time of year. The light glinted off rooftops, the last of the leaves were falling from the trees, flurries blew through the air. It was peaceful.
Anyway, back to work it was.
Ylva turned back to their desk and sat down, staring at the teleplay in front of them...

“Hmm, really some could use work on this scene...” thought Ylva, and pressed on.

Due to May being an imbecile and wandering into the Ryxtylopian slums, he ended up meeting with the Tsar while Clarkson and Hammond are searching for him within the slums...
J. Clarkson: Where's he gone?
R. Hammond: I don't know, but it doesn't look very friendly around here.
J. Clarkson: It feels like we're going to get rocks thrown at us just for being here.
R. Hammond: The last thing I need is to get chased out of Ryxtylopia by an angry mob.
J. Clarkson: You'd put Operation Bugger Off into action, I'm guessing.
R. Hammond: Well, yeah.
J. Clarkson: So would I. But if we can't, then...
[Clarkson brandishes a hammer and gives Hammond some scissors.]
R. Hammond: You do know you're just going to make us bigger targets.
J. Clarkson: Well, if we are attacked by irate Ryxtylopians then I can hit them in the middle of their face and you can insert those scissors into their eyes.
R. Hammond: Okay.
J. Clarkson: Anyway, what were we doing?
R. Hammond: Looking for James, he's probably made his way to Dalimbar by now.
J. Clarkson: Can you imagine the Dalimbari dealing with James May's pre-flight checks? 
R. Hammond: I don't see how they'd tolera- oh, bugger. He's over there in the car with the Frozen Crown symbol on it.
J. Clarkson: Oh... hang on, is that Tsar Mecislavs?
R. Hammond: Yeah. This can't be good.
[The Tsar and his bodyguards - Svetoslav, Larysa, Liben and Vanya - drop May off to where Clarkson and Hammond are looking for him.]
Tsar Mecislavs I: I believe this is yours.
J. May: Thanks very much.
J. Clarkson: James, what was that?
J. May: Err, I can explain.
Liben V.: Hopefully not.
R. Hammond: What have you done?!
J. May: Wait, what do you mean?
Tsar Mecislavs I: I'll explain. When I and my security found James, we had to navigate our way through Ryxtylopian slums.
R. Hammond: Slums that the government here denied the existence of.
Tsar Mecislavs I: Exactly.
J. Clarkson: That's actually quite serious.
J. May: I heard a few murmurings in the slums about how unhappy the people in it were at the Football World Cup taking place currently.
Tsar Mecislavs I: That's right.
Larysa O.: I can attest to that. My partners were in earshot of discussions about some protest crackdowns.
Tsar Mecislavs I: I can't just reveal that Ryxtylopia's government have been hiding these conditions from the world.
Liben V.: That is true. I mean, who's going to believe the absolute monarch of some isolated frozen nowhere land with less than 10 people/km2?
R. Hammond: Well, no one without video evidence.
J. May: Ah ha. You cannot even begin to comprehend the bounds of my forthcoming genius.
J. Clarkson: That's my line!
[May reveals a secret camera hidden in his tie.]
J. May: Ta da! I used this to film the slums while I was being, well, lost in them.
Tsar Mecislavs I: You had that this whole time?
J. May: Actually I almost forgot it.
J. Clarkson: Tell the Tsar why you almost forgot it.
J. May: ...okay, I did go overboard with the pre-flight checks and that's how.
Svetoslav S.: Such business has no need to take upwards of three hours.
R. Hammond: That's what I kept trying to tell him.
J. May: You have to admit, it is quite fun.
R. Hammond: You are joking! That's about as fun as watching The Genesis lose 2-1 at the last minute to Nieubasria or watching a bear play as goalkeeper.
J. Clarkson: Let's not get bogged down with who is so old that he calls Andoliaville the Andolian Territories of Giovanniland.
R. Hammond: Don't forget that he thinks they should belong to Varanius.
J. Clarkson: Well we'll gloss over that and get to a point I've been wanting to make. Did you nick James' identity details?
Vanya P.: Yeah...
J. May: Hang on, a top level bodyguard for the monarch of Hertfordshire and Jammbo thought it would be funny to use her access to royal accounts to impersonate me?
Vanya P.: Who said bodyguards are no fun?
Tsar Mecislavs I: Vanya has a point. That's kind of why I didn't stop her.
J. Clarkson: Yes, but what fascinates me is that she had a choice. She could have been Adsila Ani-Wah, or Marcarius.
R. Hammond: Yeah, you can look around the world, anybody. 'I wanna be Marshall Briand. Cool. Powerful. No, wait a minute! I want to live in Great Parndon and have a folding bicycle, so that one day, I can walk out of my house and say "Look at me, behold! I have become James May... and now I will organise your paper clips, have you got a pie?"'.
[Clarkson, Vanya, Mecislavs and Larysa can't help but burst into varied degrees of laughter.]
J. Clarkson: Well th- n- the good thing James, is we can guarantee this will never happen to you again. Becau-
J. May: Can you...
J. Clarkson: Yes, because we have come up with a new name for you.
R. Hammond: Yeah. You are now... Dingleberry Handpump. That is your name, a new identity.
J. Clarkson: Nobody's gonna steal that because nobody's going to enter a mobile phone shop and say 'I'd like to set up an account please, my name is Dingleberry Handpump'. You're completely safe, it's just that that's now your name.
Vanya P.: I wouldn't steal that name.
R. Hammond: Our case rests.
Dingleberry Handpump: I appreciate that.
Svetoslav S.: I implore that we should leave these slums as soon as possible. I'm not sticking around for when another protest begins.
Tsar Mecislavs I: Good point. We're leaving this place.
[Mecislavs and his security/bodyguards Svetoslav, Larysa, Liben and Vanya get back into the royal limo, not before Vanya smiled at and waved goodbye to Handpump May.]
Tsar Mecislavs I: By the way, Handpump.
D. Handpump: Yes...
Tsar Mecislavs I: Could you send me your filming of the Ryxtylopian slums? No one else knows about what we've been doing here, so it should be fine.
D. Handpump: Yeah, I can arrange that.
Tsar Mecislavs I: Thanks.
[Mecislavs and his security embark back to the lounge they're staying in, which is the same one as The Genesis.]
R. Hammond: Don't Slow run the place where the Tsar is staying? No wonder James likes it.
J. Clarkson: Them and IceHotel. The same place The Genesis are staying. 
D. Handpump: IceHotel originally started out in 1389 as a sort of breakaway art gallery and grew into a hotel and bar group from there. As you'd expect, it's an independent thing run by a group of artists with the intent of expressing their own take on the world, each of them giving their own spin to the hotel made of ice and snow. They apparently took inspiration from the River Brandon which they use for material all year rou-
J. Clarkson: Okay, that's enough Handpump. Sadly we haven't got time for your lecture on all of IceHotel's history.
[Handpump rolls his eyes.]
R. Hammond: The ads we made are ready, right?
D. Handpump: Yeah.
R. Hammond: Very good. So, anyone who's watching or does watch this, there you are. Jeremy made the first one, I made the second and Handpump made the third one.
J. Clarkson: Can we do Operation Bugger Off now?
D. Handpump: Yeah.
R. Hammond: Let's.



                                  
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CANDELU' DRAWS AGAINST SAINT MARK!




After 90 minutes of match, the whistle was heared in the stadium, and it was official. With the score of 0-0, Saint Mark and Candelù had tied in yesterday's event.
We've interviewed some candeluian fans, and the general thought is that everyone hopes in a win against the next team, which is Ionia's.
Sadly we don't have the recordings, as our interviewer is currently unreachable... and we still need to find out why.
More informations for the next match will come out in the future days, so stay tuned football fans!
And as always, Keep Fanning, Football fans!







Lunga Vià al 'emperator!

"OOO,ORANGUTAN RANGERS,OOO"
 
Good day to all Arifians,hope you're having a good day. Another good news for all of us, Arifiyyah won 2-1 over Zoran after Harry Kane successfully completed the penalty kick in the 84th minute. The penalty kick was awarded after a handball by Zoran's player in the penalty box. However, sad news also after the physiologists have confirmed that Lee Jian Xing has been diagnosed with an ACL injury and has been removed from the roster. We pray for Jian Xing's speedy recovery. 

 
 
POST MATCH INTERVIEW
Reporter: How do you rate the performance of your players in this match?
Mikel: Good, even though we only win 1 goal ahead in three consecutive games, but a win is a win. I hope they will continue their excellent performance until the final.
Reporter: Can you comment on Lee Jian Xing's injury?
Mikel: Pretty bad, but that's fate. The depth of our squad is high, so there is no need to worry. All I can say is that Jian Xing is in the process of being sent back to his homeland to receive further treatment, we pray for his speedy recovery. The young Saliba was also good earlier, I have already seen Jian Xing's replacement.
Reporter: We are also with Jian Xing. For the next match coach, what is your comment? Mikel: The main goal and hope is victory, of course,hoping for a goal fest, and a clean sheet is also obtained. The mood of the players is very positive after three wins, so my players must be confident that they will show their best performance. However as always, may the best win.

 
MATCHDAY 4 PREVIEW

We're predicting some rotation might be done by Artery. William Saliba will replace the injured Jian Xing at the back,maybe Hansel Woodwork will get another chance to play,he did pretty well against Dalimbar. 
 
 

 
ARFSPORTS @ ARIFIYYAH'S TIMES 
 

UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL AD - Made with PosterMyWall.mp4 Welcome back to the sports section of Tiveronia 'i Zuja!
We have been able to reach our reporter, he's safe and back to his hotel room, from which he'll give us all the info's that we'll need.
So, Gabri, what's the Fans' prediction for the game, do they think Candelù will come out victorious?

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey Nico! The fans here think there's a high chance of us winning, looking at Ionia's team results, and i gotta say, i'm pretty hopefull too!"

That's amazing then, what can you say about their team?

"Honestly nothing! i only know they come from that nation in Nur, you know?"

Yeah, how about something that isn't stated already in their name?

"i got nothing, we only know that like Candelù, it's their first time partecipating!"

So, Candelù might pass the group stages, right?

"eh, maybe, but probably not! the team will have to go against last year's 1st place next!"

...Don't be so negative! You'll make us lose fan views.... I'm sure they'll pass!
With this i'll end the sports section for today, and as always, tune with us in 2 days to see the match LIVE! The link can be found in the banner on top of this article. As always, Keep Fannin', Football fans!









Lunga Vià al 'emperator!

Hello everyone! Numerio Dellio-Oliverde here to share the latest news about the 3rd World Cup of Football and how well the Giovannilandian team is faring so far. In this report we'll go over the Matchday 3 and also host a special interview with striker Matteo Divendomare.
Matchday 3 - Giovanniland 2-4 Cambria (Halftime: 2-1)
Goals: Vittoria Oriastella (23'), Matteo Divendomare (35')
A lively match happened last Tuesday in the Istadio Rio Blanco, even if ultimately it didn't go our way. The first scoring attempt of the match was from Giovanniland's striker Gustavo Zapata, but it was well defended by the goalkeeper Andrew Meredith. Cambria opened the match in the 15th minute, after many attempts from both sides, but eight minutes after our player Vittoria Oriastella scored to bring the match to a draw again.
The score then continued equal for the next twelve minutes and there were plenty of chances for both teams, until Matteo Divendomare found the right angle from outside the Cambrian defending area and dealt a powerful shot towards the goal that made it in! With perhaps one of the most beautiful goals of the tournament Giovanniland took the lead, a score that held during halftime.
Unfortunately, things went south during the second half. Three minutes after the teams resumed the match (48'), Cambria found their way to their second goal and made the score once more level. On the 70th minute, with the match still at 2-2, Giovanniland's center back Manuella Giakobo committed a grave foul on a Cambrian striker inside the defending area. Therefore, she received a red card and the Cambrians were awarded a penalty, which they promptly converted.
Then, despite being one player down, the Giovannilandian players continued seeking for another goal so that they could rescue a draw, but sadly that was unsuccessful. In the stoppage time of the match, Cambria managed their fourth goal, and the score finished as Giovanniland 2-4 Cambria. Both coaches, Èttore Ottavio-Linnare and Elia Lastrilla, praised the performance of the team against a higher-ranked opponent and hope that Giovanniland can get some points in the last two matches in order to qualify.
This result puts our team at fifth in the group, a position that would lead to elimination if the group stage ended right now. Luckily our team still has two matches, against United Adaikes and then Peourouin, and our opponents Teralyon and Sekiya are not that far ahead, both with four points in comparison to Giovanniland's three points. Now, we'll have the second segment of this report, which is an interview with Matteo Divendomare! We're establishing contact right now with our main correspondent in Ryxtylopia, Giulia Ranio-Margavio, who will be interviewing him.
Numerio: Hello Giulia!
Giulia: Greetings to you and to everyone watching the Football Report! Today we will be interviewing one of the main strikers in the Giovannilandian team. First, feel free to introduce yourself and talk about your history, Matteo!
Matteo: Thank you for the opportunity, I'm glad to be here. My first contact with football was when I was still a very small child, I got interest from watching others play and then began to play with friends in my neighborhood. Some years later, I signed up for the school's football team and due to my prominence there, scouts started to approach me during my teenager years! Eventually, this led me to play in the younger categories of my home city's most famous team, the Araras de Andoliavilla, and thereafter the main squad when the time came.
Giulia: That's a great story! What are some of your famous achievements in your team?
Matteo: During my early years in the under-18 team, our team was one of the strongests in the national under-18 league, a very exciting tournament even if it's lesser known than the main Prima or Sekunda Liga, as well as other events. Then I was promoted to the main team in 1420 after my 18th anniversary, that year the Araras got a strong 2nd place finish in the Prima Liga, which was a great improvement in comparison to previous years!
Of course, I was still learning the ropes of the main team and had more of a supporting role—instead I consider the 1421 tournament a greater success for me when our team won the Prima Liga and I was one of the key players! In the last two years, our performance has slightly dropped with a 3rd and 4th place respectively, however I have faith the Araras are one of the strongest teams in all the country and will for sure attain more championships in the future.
Giulia: Thanks for the answer, I agree that the Araras are a very solid team and one of the mainstays of the Prima Liga. Moving on to international football, what have been your experiences in this different sphere and what do you think of the current WCF?
Matteo: Still during my teenage years I was called a few times for the Giovanniland under-18 team to participate in international competitions, which was also my first chance to visit other countries in the world since my family preferred to do local travel. I had a great experience and football matches!
Now, my first appearance in the main Team Giovanniland was in the I Summer Esferiad of Saint-Josalyn. We went unbeaten through the group stage, defeating Hertfordia 2-1, Cambria (on penalties, after an 1-1 draw) and then Irador 1-0! Afterwards, we proceeded towards the final after winning 2-1 against Fujai on the semifinals, and eventually earned the silver medal after a well fought duel with Nieubasria—one of the most exciting scores for an international game I've ever seen, 6-3. A great finish overall for my first ever international tournament as part of the main team!
It was also a pleasure to play in home soil during the II Summer Esferiad of Quoriv-Kharventhin, the football matches were held in various stadiums in northern Giovaura. That time, in group stage we won 2-0 against Arifiyyah, lost 0-1 to Fujai, and then rebounded with 3-0 and 3-1 wins against Tupmonia and United Adaikes respectively. The knockout stage saw a 1-0 win vs. Dilber and a highly exciting semifinal against our previous opponents Nieubasria, that resulted in a 2-2 draw in regular time and we advanced in penalties. In the final, with a 0-1 defeat to Cambria we repeated our previous placement, and I still hold these two silver medals in my heart.
As for the World Cups of Football, I started representing Giovanniland in the second edition, which happened last year in Hertfordia. Our team had a good group stage last time, winning three matches, drawing one, and also losing one, but unfortunately we had an early exit after losing 1-3 to Larxia in the Round of 16. Now, the situation looks more difficult this year, but I hope that we can still qualify nevertheless.
Giulia: A very detailed answer indeed! Speaking of that, for the last question, which reasons do you think there are for Giovanniland's different histories in Esferiad football and the World Cups so far?
Matteo: That's a difficult question! I honestly don't know for sure, maybe it's the differing atmospheres of each event, for the former it's only one of many events and we are just a few athletes among all the Giovannilandians representing our nation, while in the latter all the world's eyes are set on our team. There's also been differences in the coaches, staff and players, and their skills changing over time, so really it's a different team each international tournament we take part in.
Giulia: I agree, indeed it's a very hard question so thank you for sharing your opinion about it. It's been great to have you here for the interview, so a big thank you once more and good luck both to you on your football career and to Team Giovanniland in the upcoming matches!
Matteo: Of course! Thanks for the invite once more.
Numerio: And with that, we finish the Football Report for today. Make sure to tune in Saturday to watch the Matchday 4 games and listen to another edition of our report afterwards, I'll see you then! 

Typhoon Ling: Over, or not?
Typhoon Ling, the strongest storm to hit Sekiya in 23 years, has finally run its course and dissipated off the coast of Zigang. Ling left a trail of death and destruction in its path. Before the instruments were damaged by the storm, Fuzhou Weather Station measured winds of around 250km/h, leaving thousands of toppled trees and debris littering the area. The storm also brought torrential rain and several storm surges, that have left large parts of coastal towns destroyed, and some still in 2 metres of water.
Fuzhou, Sekiya's 4th largest city, was hit the hardest by the storm. Whilst weather-proof architecture helped to keep many buildings up, the Port of Fuzhou have claimed the storm has disabled the port's functions for the next few months whilst repairs to the flood walls are made.
Around 8,000 in Fuzhou have lost their lives, with an estimated 700,000 without power, and many without access to fresh water. Nearby cities of Mingyue and Mingde have also been left without power and fresh water, with around 400,000 across both cities without access to power.
Acording to Fuzhou State's administration, the storm has affected approximately four million people, with many forced from their homes into public buildings and makeshift camps. A worldwide appeal has been made for aid to reach those affected by the storm. The situation has begun to allow for disease to spread in the area, and all leisure travel to Fuzhou has been completely restricted.
The Sekiyan Government have issued a state of emergency to Fuzhou State and have sent in the Coast Guard and some Army elements to assist with the relief. The Starist Church has also started a donation pool within temples across the country, to raise money for the relief effort.
Nánwén implores you, the reader, to reach out to your nearest Starist church and give anything that you can to help the relief efforts.
 

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Recap: WCFIII Sekiya vs Teralyon
In other news, Sekiya and Teralyon played out a thrilling, but disappointing game, drawing 1-1. Sekiya, who had just beaten Giovanniland 2-0 earlier in the week, starting with an early goal in the first half. However, it didn't take long for Teralyon to equalise before the end of the first half. Both sides failed to make an effective attack in the second half, and the game ended after 5 minutes of ET. The result leaves Sekiya in a promising place in the table, ahead of their game against Peourouin on Saturday Night.
 

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[The Reagan Ronald Show comes back from a commercial break. The show is shot in a tiny studio in Exvia. The room is littered with audio equipment and sports paraphernalia. The desk in the center of the room does not have a square inch of free space on it.]
[Huddled behind the desk is a mountain of a man, basically the size of the desk. He has a full, bushy beard and a shaved head. Reagan played in the TRY RL for several years and was a B-level star for the Exvian team, but “retired” after his third suspension from the league for doping. If anything, Reagan has only gotten larger since he started as a broadcaster, and his studio has only gotten smaller, as SPOT continues to gradually reduce his visibility within the network. His voice sounds like an entire gravel truck, and is about as subtle.]
Reagan: Welcome back to The Reagan Ronald Show. The topic of the day? Football. It’s World Cup time and that means that everyone suddenly becomes twice as patriotic. Except for, apparently, the people actually hosting the World Cup, in Ryxtopia. But, let’s make like the national police and shove these protesters out of the way for what’s really important here. Boom!
[He pauses for his catchphrase to take effect. It doesn’t. He moves on.]
Reagan: The Overthinkers team is putting on a good show. We maybe aren’t a Cambria, a Nieubasra, or an Airfiyah, but we can play. Let me be clear, I frickin’ love Coach Luigi’s playstyle. We had that one moment of weakness against Ryxtopia, but we’re clearly running Group A. Larxia ain’t even showed up.
Reagan: Everybody wants to talk about the kids in the front, but I always say defense wins championships. And we have a hell of a defense. Ryan and Elle are clearly the only good thing ever to come out of Brunnes. And can’t leave Emmy Barker out of this either. If these people get past our backfield, they ain’t getting past her.
Reagan: It looks like the only thing that can slip through our fingers now is Lucille Lyons. Boom!
[Another inordinately long pause.]
Reagan: In fact, let’s actually take a look at our forwards. Lukas, no notes. My kind of kid. He plays the World Cup like his schoolyard. I have nothing to say that hasn’t already been said.
Reagan: Our reserves maybe aren’t as good. Kyle Gerano hasn’t had a shot on goal in international play yet. He’s kinda just there, running interference. Joy Bering? I’ve said this before, I don’t buy the Highland hype. She plays adequate football in the SOFA.1 I don’t think she has what it takes in the World Cup.
Reagan: And maybe these softer reserves are why we’re stuck with Jeri Anders as a starter. Again, she’s from Highland, and Highland wasn’t crap till this last season. She’s played two seasons total with a team that hasn’t even made the playoffs. Now, you could’ve said the same for Lukas last World Cup, but Lukas proved he can actually play. Anders hasn’t shown us anything yet.
Reagan: ‘Course, I have my own theories on why they let Jeri play, but I can’t say those on air. But if you subscribe to my podcast, I’ll tell all in the next episode. “Full Contact with Reagan Ronald”, available on all your favorite podcast services.
Reagan: And speaking of promotion, it’s time for our sponsored segment.
[Through the magic of television, everything on the desk is replaced with fitness and protein products. The camera never cut away, so you’re not sure when or how it happened.]
Reagan: Men, let’s talk about your workout routine. After I go to the gym, I always refuel with Dark Horse products…”
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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  

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....

                                  
| 𐑣𐑸'𐑘𐑱 𐑛𐑰 𐑤𐑨𐑛𐑟! (Ha'wei Di Ladz!) |
| Ha'way The Lads! |
| Придъ'няпредванеи На Младеч! (Pride'napredvanei Na Mladezh!) |

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.)