Zoran

OOC Footnotes:
- Skrubbe og Skure translates to "Scrub and Scour", and En Upartisk Utfrågning translates to "An Unbiased Interrogation"
- Kalsborg is the fourth largest city in Fujai, and a rote is the first subdivision below a kommune. Most kommunes have 2 to 5, but larger cities may have dozens.

A familiar foe
 
For the second time in a world cup, Ryxtylopia would face off against Larxia in the group stage, a pretty good country in the football world, as they had made the final on the first edition of the tournament, and in the second edition had made the quarter finals, in both instances loosing to the champion of both tournaments: Nieubasria.
 
Last time the Ryxtylopians played against the Larxians it didn't go well, with the Vultures conceding 4 goals, and nearly getting knocked out of the group being saved by a goal from, now former player Fylas Mataña, who was able to bring the goal difference to a point were Ryxtylopia narrowly edged over Saint Mark and secured a spot in the round of 16, where the Vultures would get knocked out of the tournament in H&J by the Cambrians.
 
However a lot of the old team was gone now, and despite drawing with Kalmach last match the Vultures had reason to be confident, they were playing at home after all and they would have the support of the crowd, Ryxtylopia's supporter base also known simply as: "The Band", which has been pretty loud in the Kalmach game.
 
The team talk started, with coach, Marco Garraves speaking:
 
[Marco]: Alright boys, we're going to go a bit more defensive now, i want you to give it your best, cause we're at home, the Vulture's in its nest, we'll be using the 4-1-4-1.
Marco does some drawing on the whiteboard.
 

 
[Marco]: Fydó i want you up front for a counter-attack, while everybody else will form up in lines, Dipartí, you go to the backline, and Larista i want you as a CDM, you'll be the one responsible for handling the ball in our counter attacks.
[Marco]: Everybody else in the midfield i want you to both attack and defend, but focus on keeping possesion, Larxia has really good players so we need time to plan out our attacks, Fydó can score goals but he needs support and the backline will count on you to aid with defending.
[Marco]: Messy worries me a lot, he's not too old yet, and not too young meaning he has experience and physical skill, i want you all to focus on keeping the ball away from him as much as you can... Aviero also worries me and they do have a strong defense, i think our greatest defensive and offensive tool will be the midfield...
Marco exhales.
[Marco]: Alright, same lineup as yesterday tho i might bring some of you off and on...
[Marco]: Farris and Arvaléz, i want you to go forward with Fydó in case of an attack, Milatacha and Vilaní, you two stay behind Farris and Arvaléz, in case we loose posetion, i want you two to buy us time as well as Larista.
[Marco]: Also for the 4 of you in the back, dont overextend, Larista will take care of passing to our midfields and Fydó, are we all in agreement with this?
The players nod, and prepare themselves for the match.
 

 
Outside of the stadium, the ryxtylopian fans began singing a chant directed to the Larxians arriving at the stadium, presiceley called: "Larxia's Band".
 
Llaigo la bandá di Larxia, miré que poicos son!
Probable qui si vinieron e un microbus!
Ryxtylopia ni se rinde y vai aguaintar.
Ryxtylopia vai a absorbir sus atiques y contistxar.
 
In Herfortdía perdíme duro.
Y los jugadories si hixieron burro.
Así mi guste, quirida bandá.
Fimando Hyrba i Bisxfando Coca - Anda!
 
Larxia’s band arrived, look how few there are!
They probably arrived on a microbus!
Ryxtylopia doesn’t give up and they’re going to hold.
Ryxtylopia will absorb their attacks and they will respond.
 
In Hertfordia we lost hard.
And the players turned to donkeys.
But i like it that way, beloved band.
Smoking weed and snorting coke - Lets go!
 
More than 100 people chanted the song as the Larxian fans and eventually their players arrived at the stadium, after the 4-1 loss to Hertfordia something was awfully clear, "The Band" was seeking the Vulture's revenge and the atmosphere would be rather heated for this match.

Ardala Khanate
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The Ardala Khanate in 650 AF under its maximum territorial extent. Full quality image link
Status: Khanate
Capital: Altan-qota (Golden City)
Common Languages: Ardalan, Ulergen, Emunian, Beremean and others
Demonym: Ardalan
Area: circa 195,000 km² (650 AF)
Population: est. 3 million (650 AF)
The Ardala Khanate (Ardalan: ᠠᠷᠠᠳᠠᠯᠠᠢ ᠬᠠᠨᠲᠠ ᠤᠯᠤᠰ, aradalai khaant ulus; Giovannese: Kanato de Ardala) was a medieval state in northern Andolia that existed from 283 to 712 AF. Founded after a civil war that brought down its predecessor, the Ulerge Khanate, this polity achieved a never seen before size for a country in the region, bringing many different peoples under its control during its several hundred years history. Starting from the Ardalan homeland in modern-day northeastern Giovandolia, the khanate conquered its southern Ulerge neighbors during the civil war with the help of the ancient Bereme people to the west, after crafting an alliance with the latter.
The khanate achieved its peak in the 5th to 7th centuries AF, after expanding to the other side of the large Andolian mountain chain and establishing contact with the Emüne people who became a tributary, as well as performing a significant territorial expansion to the east of the Nia River, annexing lands in modern western Fhaengshia. In the 8th century AF the khanate divided itself into various smaller states over territorial disputes within the ruling family, encouraged by the rising Giovannian Empire, that eventually went on to annex the various successor states.
Background & Rise
The Ardala and Ulerge people share an origin, both being descendants of the Northern Boreandolian people that were formerly united but eventually separated under foreign domination. After their independence, both peoples started building their own cities and polities, separated by the large Boriorto Mountains, and eventually reestablishing contact following some centuries.
The Ulerge people eventually united under a single Khanate in the 1st century BF and soon expanded northwards to annex the Ardalan Confederation, a league of city-states. This polity would also incorporate the Bereme people to the west soon after, but owing to its khans' authoritarianism and mismanagement of the military, turmoil soon started in the 3rd century AF. Both the Ardala and Bereme people rose up to start a civil war, and soon after forged an alliance to help each other, in which the Ardala would form a khanate of their own and the Bereme would enjoy more autonomy.
The alliance won the civil war in 283 AF, the date the Ardala Khanate was founded, and the alliance's leader Erdeni (ruled 283-312 AF) became its first khan. By 301 AF, it also unified the Bereme remnants that were opposed to the alliance and wanted to stay independent, and for the remainder of his rule Erdeni Khan focused on stabilizing the newly-founded state. Subsequent rulers, such as Jargal Khan (ruled 312-330 AF) and Mandakh Khan (ruled 355-363 AF), also enacted important policies to improve the inhabitants' quality of life and strengthen the military.
Expansion & Peak
Starting from the reign of Tsinua Khan (ruled 397-429 AF), the Ardala Khanate started to expand beyond its initial lands. To the west, expansion reached the border now known as the modern northwestern border of Giovandolia, and to the south, the vast mountains were crossed during the rule of Tsinua's son Ilalta Khan (ruled 429-444 AF). In 456 AF during the reign of Aldar Khan (ruled 449-470 AF), the Emüne people were made a tributary of the Ardala Khanate, and many of their upper classes were enlisted as advisors to the khans due to their reputation as skilled people.
During the 6th century the khanate reached its maximum territorial extent. The longest reigning ruler Ulaghan Khan (ruled 521-565 AF), followed by his younger brother Naran Khan (ruled 565-581 AF), conducted the great expansion to the east, beyond the Nia River that marks parts of the modern Giovanniland-Fhaengshia border. These lands were then added to the khanate, which by then had achieved regional fame among other peoples. Trade with neighboring peoples was extensive, and in the 7th century the newly-unified Giovannese also started conducting trade. Rulers of this century decided to maintain the current territory and focus on increasing the khanate's wealth and strength, such as the notable Bayasul Khan (ruled 623-645 AF) and Otsir Khan (ruled 653-679 AF).
Fall
After Otsir Khan's death, his son Uyan Khan ascended to the throne, however as time passed he became unpopular and unable to manage the khanate very well. This sparked tensions among the ruling family, with various branches starting plans to revolt and establish their own khanates in various parts of the country. Furthermore, the Giovannian Empire played a part in increasing tensions by further pitting these different sides against each other. After Uyan's assassination in 687 AF, other khans tried to improve the situation but were unsuccessful, and the last khan Delger was assassinated in 712 AF, dividing the empire into smaller states named after their initial rulers. These realms lived on for a few more decades before being annexed into the Giovannian Empire.

The Ardala Khanate's successor states, and the Giovannian Empire, in 760 AF. Full quality image link

Zona, almost a century prior...
Sometimes – times like this perfect dawn, for instance – it amused Frei rem Gofain to play a private game. The game was called "pretend there isn’t a war on."
It was relatively easy in some respects. It was quiet, and the night chill was giving way to a still cool as sunrise came up over the city. From where he sat, he could see the wide bay, hazy in the morning mist, and the sea beyond it, blue-grey, glittering. The city of Zona itself – a mix of modern construction, low-rise homes, and ancient steeples – was peaceful and quiet, huddled on the wide headland in a quaint, antiquated manner, as it had done for twenty-nine centuries. Sea birds wheeled overhead, which spoiled it slightly, because he envied them their wings and their freedom, but still, at these times, it was easy to play the game.
Zona was not Gofain's birth-town (he’d been delivered, a silent, uncomplaining infant, forty two years earlier in Zhuna Ra on the far side of the Gulf of Golden Fronds), but he had, unilaterally, adopted it. It was smaller than Zhuna Ra, prettier, a littoral town that understood the mechanisms of the sea and, with its universities and its many schools, was famous as a seat of learning. It was older than most others too. The old town quarter had been standing for two hundred years when the first plucky Azten began sinking their sharp teeth into the banks of the sacred river to raise Ior Aria. Zona, dear old Zona, was one of the oldest cities in the infinite empire.
Gofain had adopted Zona partly because of its distinguished past, mostly because he’d been stationed there for six years. He’d come to know it well: its eating houses, its coastal pavilions and piers, its libraries and museums. It was the place he’d always longed to return to every time he snapped the canopy shut and waved the fitters away. And it was the place he always had come back to.
Even the last time.
"You there! Driver!"
The voice broke through his thoughts. He sat up in the worn leather seat of the cargo transport and looked out. Lord Silan, the Order of Ordinance dispatcher, was coming over towards him, three aides wobbling along in his wake like novice wingmen. Silan’s long robes fluttered out behind him and his boots were raising dust from the dry earth. His voice was pitched high, like the seabirds’ calls. Gofain didn’t like SIlan much. His game was ruined now. The dispatcher's call had made him drop his eyeline to take in the ground and the airfield. And no one could pretend there wasn’t a war when they saw that.
Gofain opened his cab door and climbed down to meet the dispatcher. He’d been up waiting since five, sipping coffee from a flask and munching on a coil of local bread.
"Lord," he said, saluting. He didn’t have to. The unctuous man had no military rank, but old habits, like Gofain himself, died hard. Dispatcher Silan had a clipboard in his hands. He looked up and down Gofain, and the grubby transport behind him.
"Driver Gofain, F. R.? Vehicle 143?"
"As you well know, Lord," said Gofain.
Silan made a check in one of the boxes on his sheet. "Fuelled and roadworthy?"
Gofain nodded. "As of 05.00. I was issued coupons for forty litres of II-grade, and I filled up at the depot before I came on duty."
Silan checked another box. "Do you have the receipt?"
Gofain produced the paper slip from his coat pocket, smoothed it flat, and handed it to the dispatcher.
Silan studied it. "Forty point zero-three litres, driver?"
Gofain shrugged. "The nozzle guns aren’t really accurate, Lord. I stopped it when it wound over forty, but the last few drops–"
"You should take care to be more accurate," Silan said flatly. One of his aides nodded.
"Have you ever fuelled a vehicle from the depot tanks, Lord?" Gofain said lightly.
"Of course not!"
"Well, if you had, you might know how tricky it is to get the wind exact."
"Don’t you blame me for your inaccuracies, driver!" Silan sputtered. "Essential resources such as fuel must be managed and rationed to the millilitre! That is the task of the Holy Order of Ordinance! There’s a war on, don’t you realise?"
"I had heard…"
Silan ignored him and looked at the nodding aide. "What’s zero-three of a litre II-grade at base cost?"
The aide made a quick calculation in his head. "Rounding down, ten and a half claria, Lord."
"Round up. And deduct it from the next paycheck of driver Gofain, F. R."
"So recorded, Lord."
Silan turned back to Gofain. "Transportation run. Personnel. Pick up within thirty minutes from the Hotel Royale in–"
"I know where it is."
"Good. Convey them to the dispersal point at MAB South. Do you understand? Fine. Then sign here."
As he signed his name, his stiffened fingers struggling with the pencil, Gofain asked: "Are they fliers? Fliers from the East at last?"
Silan huffed. "Not for me to say. There’s a war on."
"You think I don’t know that, Lord?" Gofain asked.
As he took back the clipboard and the pen, Silan looked up at Gofain's face and made eye contact for the first time. What he saw made him shudder.
"Carry on, driver," he said, and hurried away.
Gofain climbed up into his battered transport and turned the engine over. Blue-black smoke coughed and spurted from the exhaust. Lifting the brake, he rolled the truck down the gentle slope of the hardpan and drove off along the field circuit trackway, following the chain link fence.
The game was certainly ruined now. No pretending any more. Here were fuel tankers, smeared with black waste, armoured hangars, repair sheds reverberating with the noise of tools, lines of coils on their trolleys, munitions trains parked and empty on verges of swishing grass. And airstrips. Cracked concrete looking like psoriatic skin in the early light, with four-engine bombers sulking on their hardstands, props like sabre-blades raised in threat, hook-winged dive-bombers under tarps, fitters and armourers working around them. Beyond the strips, facing the sea, lay the long runway and the Firebirds, stretched out and vaguely glinting in the rising sun. Five Firebirds sat idle at the head of the roads. Dark blue with grey undersides, they were tiny, one-man planes with stubby wings and tails, their engine cowling stripped, their nose guns muzzled. They looked squat, leaden.
But Gofain knew how they felt to fly. He knew how they ran down those runways, throttles right back, engines farting and popping as they fired to velocity. The bellydropping jink as they cleared the ground and lifted up into the blue, raw and throbbing. The cold smell of the cockpit. The reek of rubber and steel, fuel, nitrous. The feel of being aloft, alive…
Gold above, how he missed it.
At the gate, beside the staked revets and the heavy fences, he pulled over to let a munitions convoy roll in. He glanced up into the driving mirror and, for a moment, saw himself.
More than anything, more than even the airfield full of prepping warplanes, the sight of himself reminded Frei rem Gofain that his cherished game was only pretend.
There was, inescapably, a war on.

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and a Quiyakaso Gohalitsve with a black eye in front of the stadium
Quiyakaso: "Helloooooooo Zoran! I-"
Noya: “Quiyakaso, why do you have a black eye?”
Quiyakaso: “Oh this? Yeah I got it after a Ryxtylopian punched me in the face during a flash mob.”
Noya: “...A flash mob? Really? What is this, 1403?!”
Quiyakaso: “Well, it was a weird flash mob. They were all holding signs and chanting something. So I made myself a sign that said 'I Like Pie' and started chanting that while walking with them.”
Noya: "...Quiyakaso, that was a protest...not a flash mob."
Quiyakaso: “Ooooooooooh, that makes a lot of sense!”
Noya: [groans] “You think!”
Quiyakaso: "Yeah...and then I walked into the slums. Nice people, some of them. One tried to mug me and I gave her my fake wallet! That's right! I carry a fake wallet on me now for occasions like this!
Noya: ...You did the two things we were told not to do! Get involved with the protests and enter the slums!
Quiyakaso: "Oh come on, Noya! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Noya: "I left it at the hotel room, now let's get back to the actual news report we are supposed to have."
Quiyakaso: "Ok, fiiiiiiiiiine. The Zoranian Thunderbirds won their match 2-1 after clutching victory from the jaws of a tie!"
Noya: ...That's not the expression, Quiyakaso. It wouldn't even work in this situation!
Quiyakaso: Eh, but they get the point. The Zoranian team is going up against Pedandria next at the Par-...Parkui? Parkui Victoria?
Noya: Parque Vittoria. Let's hope our team does well in their next match. I'm Noya Prisc-
Quiyakaso:  Hold on! We're not done yet! We have to go to the slums! Show the country what the true life of a Ryxtylopian is!
Noya: That is not our job! We are here to report on the sporting event! We are not travel journalists!
Quiyakaso: But adventure!
Noya: NO! I'm not going to let you go off an potentially get killed in the slums!
Quiyakaso: But how about we go get some real tacos instead of tacos that are sold here at more touristy restaurants?
Noya: ...
Quiyakaso: Eh? Eeeeeeeh? Not a bad idea, huh?
Noya: Ok, one time. We go the slums just. this. once.
Quiyakaso: Yes! I knew I would win you over one day!
That is when a pack of seagulls descend upon Quiyakaso and start attacking him
Quiyakaso: NOT AGAIN!!!
Noya: sighs Can someone get the bandages?
   .  

The trio were meant to be flying across the Darkesian Sea in their military plane towards Saint Mark to circumvent it. Problem was, May was flying...
R. Hammond: While we could be thundering past Giovanniland, James is making our lives a misery... again.
[Clarkson looks down to what's below them.]
J. Clarkson: Er... we can't be at Ryxtylopia already, right?
R. Hammond: James, why can I see a nation?
J. May: Er, because I went in the wrong direction mate. I didn't tell you this, I made a route towards the Andolian Territories of Giovanniland and have had to go along through there a bit and we'll head up toward-
R. Hammond: H- I'm sorry? We, on a route towards Saint Mark, have flown into Andoliavilla?
J. May: Yeah mate. Sorry.
R. Hammond: So you've made us get lost in this farm prop as well as slower.
J. Clarkson: That is the face of a Hammond who knows that all the pre-flight checks in the world can't compensate for being stuck in an airborne tumble dryer with Esferos' slowest man at the controls. Also it's Andoliaville.
R. Hammond: No, Andoliavilla.
J. May: Officially it's called the Andolian Territories of Giovanniland, but they call it Giovandolia so that's what its name is.
J. Clarkson: James, we're not from Giovanniland, we're from Hertfordshire-Jammbo. We call it Endeuliyevil or Entestiprazye and that translates to Andoliaville.
R. Hammond: I maintain your wrongness on this.
J. May: I was being correct.
J. Clarkson: Pfft, whatever.
R. Hammond: No you weren't.
J. May: And anyway, it's a colony. They ought to leave this continent.
R. Hammond: Has James been swapped for a Varanian?
J. Clarkson: He's not a Varanian, but he is an old lady.
J. May: I'm a what? No sorry, I missed that.
R. Hammond: I mean... I knew he was from the 10th century, but really?
J. Clarkson: He's always been an old lady, he was born an old lady. Congratulations Mrs. May, it's an old lady!
[Hammond laughs into the air, May is confused.]
J. Clarkson: Anyway, back to the main topic, we're lost.
J. May: No we're not. I think.
R. Hammond: Whichever way you cut it, this is the wrong way.
J. Clarkson: Hang on a second. We're flying in a plane from the Armed Forces.
R. Hammond: Yeah.
J. Clarkson: I hope the Giovannilandians don't send a welcome party.
R. Hammond: How are you doing?
J. Clarkson: Yeah, I'm fine. How about you?
R. Hammond: We're going the wrong way, we've veered off west into Andoliavilla and are flying over it right now. So that's a no.
J. Clarkson: A route imposed by James' inability to use a map.
R. Hammond: We have to fly over every town. There's a place called Giovenoria that could be a bit tricky for us. Ugh...
[Hammond puts his head in his hands in despair. Clarkson adjusts the camera through which Hertfordians and Jammbonians (and Hertmerians) back home are watching them.]
J. Clarkson: So if you've just started watching us, an update on our trip for you. We're behind schedule... by miles.
[The plane continues to fly through Giovanniland and out onto the Darkesian Sea where it has to divert heavily to avoid encroaching onto any more countries. It's passing along the coast of Dilber when Hammond pipes up again when he tries to eat his lunch.]
R. Hammond: James. I've got no fork.
J. May: Yeah, it's not allowed on the flight.
R. Hammond: Well it's just as well 'cause if I had any cutlery right now it'd be sticking out your neck!
J. Clarkson: Richard.
R. Hammond: Yeah?
J. Clarkson: I found these sheets. Do you think I should show this to the audience?
R. Hammond: I don't see why not.
 
Style: +1.7 RP permissions If my opponent RPs first, they may... Injure my players: yes Assign my players yellow cards: no Assign my players red cards: no Godmod injuries: no Godmod scoring: no Godmod other events: no A sheet with what was seemingly useful drivel on there. But the trio had figured out that this must have been important otherwise it wouldn't be in the plane with them. It looked like some kind of permission slip.
J. Clarkson: Certainly, the roster of The Genesis is more of an engineering triumph than James' plane...
R. Hammond: We've got no bloody forks.
J. May: Stop whinging about the ruddy in-flight food, man.
R. Hammond: Fuck's sake...
J. May: And don't jig about, 'cause we're climbing. We're struggling a bit here.
R. Hammond: I am not jiggling!
J. May: Yeah, but Jeremy is.
R. Hammond:  How rubbish is this thing if I can't even lift a chocolate bar to my face without us crashing into a mountain of drugs or Quiyakaso?!
J. Clarkson: I know what will cheer you up, Richard. Let's talk about a car made back home, the Buralati Chirkov. More specifically, the special "Legends of the Snow" version that was made in honour of the Hertfordshire & Jammbo cricket team that won the T20 World Cup. You know, even though there are these huge cooling guts and the engine has no cover at all, that thing has 11 radiators. 4 to cool the engine itself, 3 for the intercoolers, 1 to do the axle oil, 1 to do the engine oil and 2 to cool the hydraulic fluid used to raise it's rear spoiler. ...It's got more radiators than my house!
R. Hammond: ...That was made in Hertfordshire & Jammbo?
J. Clarkson: I know it seems absurd but I promise you, it's not as far fetched as it seems. Most of our land is untouched countryside with mountain ranges, lakes, a lot of snow and miles of quiet straight roads. It's the sort of country a hypercar could unleash everything it has in, providing the roads aren't too covered in ice or frost.

The Buralati Chirkov that Clarkson was talking about. It has a quad-turbo W16 engine that produces 1,578bhp and goes to a top speed of 305m/h. It's the fastest car that Hertfordshire & Jammbo has managed thus far. It's named after legendary Hertmerian racing driver Lui Chirkov. He is believed to be living at Hestmere in Overthinkers, but this has yet to be proven.
R. Hammond: That is just... wow. Incredible.
J. Clarkson: You know what else is incredible?
R. Hammond: What?
J. Clarkson: James looks like he's preparing another lump of disappointment.
J. May: Hammond? Clarkson? We have to stop for fuel.
R. Hammond: Well, why didn't you put more in?
J. May: Well I filled it up. That's as much as it takes.
R. Hammond: So we've got to pull over for petrol?
J. May: Are you, er, are you familiar with the basic principles of flight?
R. Hammond: No.
J. May: One of the problems we have is because the plane is heavily loaded is that we need, essentially, more lift so we have to fly with the wings at a slightly higher angle...
R. Hammond: Oh god...
J. Clarkson: I'm nodding off.
[May continues his lecture, which takes so long that by the time he had finished, they were flying over their destination. Not that May was aware of this.]
J. Clarkson: Guys?
J. May: Yeah?
J. Clarkson: We're here. Look.
[Hammond and May look out of the windscreen and window respectively to see Ryxenia coming into view.]
J. May: Guess we don't need to stop for fuel after all. Just need to re-fill when we land.
J. Clarkson: Or whatever it is that flying fridge-freezers run on.
R. Hammond: I'm starting to think James' plane plan wasn't as lightning fast as I'd first imagined.
J. May: Remind me to tell the person who refuels our planes to stop being such a Fujansk trade unionist and get on with it.
J. Clarkson: Oh! Before we go, viewers, I want to show you this. It's the roster of The Mafia, otherwise known as The Genesis. I'd have shown this to you earlier but, well, you know...
[Clarkson uses his head to gesture to May.]
 
 
 
 
J. May: "Wait a minute. Why did Petersburg edit her profile to have horns?" | Esmeralda P.: "I don't have to disclose that." | R. Hammond: "The thing about having a deaf-mute captain is that no one besides us lot know what we're planning. Unless you happen to have complete knowledge of sign language."
J. Clarkson: Can I just point out that the first match of Hertfordshire & Jammbo has finished already? We drew 0-0 with Saint Mark.
J. May: Has it? How's that happened?
J. Clarkson: Maybe it has to do with the fact that your pre-flight checks and sense of direction have caused us to be catastrophically late?
J. May: Oh cock...
The trio and their plane finally landed in a field nearby Ryxenia, from which Clarkson and Hammond got into a Buralati Chirkov that the HAJFF had shipped to Ryxtylopia for them. May meanwhile chose to get on the team coach - named "The Ragnarök" - where he received a verbal hammering from assistant manager Tess on the way to Saltavacha.
                                  
| 𐑣𐑸'𐑘𐑱 𐑛𐑰 𐑤𐑨𐑛𐑟! (Ha'wei Di Ladz!) |
| Ha'way The Lads! |
| Придъ'няпредванеи На Младеч! (Pride'napredvanei Na Mladezh!) |
 

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and a Quiyakaso Gohalitsve with a black eye in front of the stadium
Quiyakaso: "Helloooooooo Zoran! I-"
Noya: “Quiyakaso, why do you have a black eye?”
Quiyakaso: “Oh this? Yeah I got it after a Ryxtylopian punched me in the face during a flash mob.”
Noya: “...A flash mob? Really? What is this, 1403?!”
Quiyakaso: “Well, it was a weird flash mob. They were all holding signs and chanting something. So I made myself a sign that said 'I Like Pie' and started chanting that while walking with them.”
Noya: "...Quiyakaso, that was a protest...not a flash mob."
Quiyakaso: “Ooooooooooh, that makes a lot of sense!”
Noya: [groans] “You think!”
Quiyakaso: "Yeah...and then I walked into the slums. Nice people, some of them. One tried to mug me and I gave her my fake wallet! That's right! I carry a fake wallet on me now for occasions like this!
Noya: ...You did the two things we were told not to do! Get involved with the protests and enter the slums!
Quiyakaso: "Oh come on, Noya! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Noya: "I left it at the hotel room, now let's get back to the actual news report we are supposed to have."
Quiyakaso: "Ok, fiiiiiiiiiine. The Zoranian Thunderbirds won their match 2-1 after clutching victory from the jaws of a tie!"
Noya: ...That's not the expression, Quiyakaso. It wouldn't even work in this situation!
Quiyakaso: Eh, but they get the point. The Zoranian team is going up against Pedandria next at the Par-...Parkui? Parkui Victoria?
Noya: Parque Vittoria. Let's hope our team does well in their next match. I'm Noya Prisc-
Quiyakaso:  Hold on! We're not done yet! We have to go to the slums! Show the country what the true life of a Ryxtylopian is!
Noya: That is not our job! We are here to report on the sporting event! We are not travel journalists!
Quiyakaso: But adventure!
Noya: NO! I'm not going to let you go off an potentially get killed in the slums!
Quiyakaso: But how about we go get some real tacos instead of tacos that are sold here at more touristy restaurants?
Noya: ...
Quiyakaso: Eh? Eeeeeeeh? Not a bad idea, huh?
Noya: Ok, one time. We go the slums just. this. once.
Quiyakaso: Yes! I knew I would win you over one day!
That is when a pack of seagulls descend upon Quiyakaso and start attacking him
Quiyakaso: NOT AGAIN!!!
Noya: sighs Can someone get the bandages?
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Live News Transcript dated 17/11/1423
Sekiya vs United Adaikes match review
[Translated from Sekiyan to Common for simplicity]
[Transcript begins at the end of the weather segment]
Chen Jie: “Now, shifting to weather in the south, we have some concerning reports from the south. Today marks the third consecutive day of heavy rain in the Anzhou region, leading to flooding in some areas. Local authorities have issued evacuations in affected regions, and there are reports of delays on public transport due to the inclement weather. We urge everyone to stay safe and follow official guidelines during these challenging conditions.”
Li Wei: "Thank you for that update on the weather, Chen. Now, for tonights most anticipated news, lets head over to Ryxtylopia for the latest news on the football match between Sekiya and United Adaikes!”
[Screen changes to 3 Sekiyan reporters in Ryxtylopia]
Li Mei Ling (in Ryxtylopia): "Greetings from Ryxtylopia! I'm Li Mei Ling, and what a thrilling match it was between Sekiya and United Adaikes. The energy here is palpable. Despite a hard-fought game, Sekiya sadly came up short, losing 0-1 to United Adaikes."
Tang Lei (in Ryxtylopia): "That's right, Mei Ling. It was a nail-biter until the end. I have to give credits to Zhang Wei, who displayed remarkable resilience and made some incredible saves. Truly an impressive performance."
Chen Xin Yang (in Ryxtylopia): "Absolutely, Wei Hong. The Sekiyan defense held strong for most of the match. But, in the first half, Raelyn Weston of United Adaikes managed to break through with a goal, securing the victory for her team."
Li Mei Ling (in Ryxtylopia): "And what a goal it was! Adaikes’ skill on the field was undeniable. It's moments like these that make the World Cup so unforgettable. The Sekiyan fans, both here and at home, though disappointed, are still showing immense support for their team."

Sekiyans watching the game live in Xingyuan.
Tang Lei (in Ryxtylopia): "No doubt, Mei Ling. Raelyn Weston's goal showcased the level of talent we've come to expect at this stage of the tournament. But let's not overlook Zhang Wei contribution, keeping the scoreline tight and the fans on the edge of their seats."
Chen Xin Yang (in Ryxtylopia): "Absolutely, Wei Hong. The goalkeeper's performance was commendable, making some crucial saves that could have easily tilted the game in Sekiya's favor. Despite the loss, Sekiya can hold their heads high after such a spirited effort."
Li Mei Ling (in Ryxtylopia): "The Sekiyan players are receiving a warm reception from their fans here in Ryxtylopia. It's a testament to the sportsmanship and dedication they've shown on the field. Reporting live from the World Cup, back to you in the studio!"
[Cut back to the studio.]
Li Wei: "Thank you for that exciting football update from Ryxtylopia. Now, let's talk about something closer to home. Chen, have you used public transport recently?"
Chen Jie: "It’s how I got here this morning! Public transport is such a vital part of our daily lives, connecting people across the city. How about you?"
Li Wei: "Well, it's been a while for me, but it's great to hear about your firsthand experience. Now, speaking of public transport, there's some exciting news for commuters here in the Capital. A few new buses and trains have been introduced, and what's interesting is that they come with unique paint jobs showing support for the Sekiyan team."
Chen Jie: "That sounds like a fun way to engage the community! How do these paint jobs show support for the team?"

The designs for trains and busses.
Li Wei: "Exactly! The buses and trains are adorned with the team's colours, creating a vibrant display of team spirit as they travel through the city. It's a creative initiative to connect the local sports scene with everyday life. The transportation authorities hope it not only fosters a sense of community pride but also encourages more people to use public transport."
Chen Jie: "That's a clever idea. It's always refreshing to see new innovative ways to bring people together. I can imagine the excitement of fans spotting these specially designed vehicles around Changjing."
Li Wei: "Absolutely! It adds a splash of colour to the daily commute and builds a sense of camaraderie among residents. It's a win-win – supporting the local team and enhancing the public transport experience. Now, let's see how this initiative unfolds and whether it becomes a trend in other cities as well."
Chen Jie: "Before we move on to our next segment, let's take a quick break. But don't go away because we've got something special for you. Stay tuned!"
[Commercial Break]
Person One: "Man, it's scorching out here!"
Person Two: "Tell me about it. I wish there was something to cool us down."
[As they continue walking, they spot a vending machine in the distance.]
Person One: "Hey, look over there! Let's see what they have."
[They approach the vending machine, and Alex spots a new orange juice drink.]
Person One: "This looks refreshing. Wanna give it a try?"
Person Two: "Why not? If it's good enough for our team, it's perfect for us!"
[Person One inserts coins into the machine, and two bottles of the orange juice drink drop down.]
Person One: "Here you go!"
[They open the bottles, take a sip, and both their faces light up.]
Person Two: "Wow, this is exactly what we needed!"
Person One: "So crisp and refreshing. Perfect for a hot day like this."

End of Transcript

The Response
 
10:08 hrs, Ryxtylopian Time (Auran Standard Time IAT-1)
Guilchabó, chief of the department of security awaited silently the report in his office, luckily for him the situation with the protests was dying down, and only a few press outlets had even reported on the situation, however the damage to the people had already been done, with hundreds being hospitalized, and that was in Ryxenia alone, many other cities had the unrest spread to them, however the quick actions of security forces had dispersed most crowds that were able to assemble, besides it was a match day; Ryxtylopia would face Larxia, a tough opponent today, that meant many people would be distracted gathering in the stadiums, and public places to watch the match.
But that wasn't to say the unrest had stopped, also whilst domestically the press was under control, there was still uncertanty about the international response to the situation, the goverment had to at least SAY something, since silence would probably only turn it worse, as people would seek their own responses.
Gilchabó had already ordered the police to not let foreign press into the areas with unrest or the poorer part of towns, telling the men on the ground to: "If necessary drag them back into the stadiums where they should be." that could be bad but would prevent more coverage on the protests, the biggest concern of the government being the protesters gaining sympathy abroad, that could end in a more globe-wide movement against the state something Gilchabó didn't want to risk considering his job, and more importantly; his salary could be on the line.
 
However as he thought, an assistant knocked on the door of his office, to hand over a printed report of injuries:
 
 
 
CITY Reported Incidents Civilian Casualties Police Casalties Ryxenia 34 476 Confirmed Injuries
>200(?) Unconfirmed Cases
2(?) Fatalities
47 Injuries
Vynitiná 14 190 Confirmed Injuries
~200-300(?) Unconfirmed Injuries
33 Injuries Pinilaca 10 78 Confirmed Injuries
~150 Unconfirmed Injuries
17 Confirmed Injuries
~10 Unconfirmed Injuries
Tilipaca 7 56 Confirmed Injuries
~76-110(?) Unconfirmed Injuries
22 Injuries Tsalapaní 3 17 Confirmed Injuries
~40 Unconfirmed Injuries
4 Confirmed Injuries
~4 Unconfirmed Injuries
 
After giving the report a good read, Gilchabó heads to his computer an old one on his desk, and sends an email to his assistant to get ready to publish a statement on the matter, not on behalf of the Department of Security, but on behalf of the goverment, marking the email as urgent, and hoping for the bureocratic process to not be too long.
 
Roughly 4 hours later...
14:18 hrs, Ryxtylopian Time (Auran Standard Time IAT-1)
 


Gobyrno di la Fidiraxión di Ryxtylopia
Government of the Ryxtylopian Federation
 
Present - Sunday, November 19th of the year 1423.
This is an OFFICIAL STATEMENT, conducted by the Ryxtylopian government, directed to all foreign governments and international press.
 
This document is designed to recognize the events that have ocurred throught the last week (12th to 19th of November of the year 1423), said events being civil unrest throught the nation focusing on the capital; Ryxenia, and other major cities including:
Vynitiná
Pinilaca
Tilipaca
Tsalapaní
Said unrest has been caused due to the realization of the III World Cup of Football, an event that in the year 1423 is being held in Ryxtylopia, this event had stirred unrest from the populace due to Political Reasons, and agitators have spread the unrest throught the country, putting at risk not only the integrity of the Ryxtylopian state but the integrity of the tournament and foreign lives in Ryxtylopia.
Therefore we ask foreigners to be careful and read information about the situation via statements like this or by visiting the government website: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov].
The government of the Ryxtylopian Federation, as well as internal state organisms mainly, the Department of Internal Security, are doing efforts to controll the unrest and prevent casualties due to the incitation of violence by opposition figures and other "troublemakers".
To prevent the spreading of violence to other areas we STRONGLY RECOMMEND foreign media outlets, as well as state-owned outlets to NOT REPORT ON THE SITUATION as this may only incite further violence, and could result in further casualties.
 
As per casualties - There have been a reported 70 civilian injuries and 25 police injuries. To our knowledge, no foreigners, including tourists press, etc, have been injured, and the police response has been ADEQUATE, when it comes to the CONTAINMENT of the unrest. Protesters and Rioters have STARTED the crisis by using extreme violence against the police and security forces present at the start of the unrest forcing further measures to be taken to ensure the safetey of other civilians.
 
We assure everybody, this situation is under controll, and the Department of Internal Security is doing everything in its power to contain the unrest which at the present day is on the decline, we've already made recommendations to foreigners and media within this document but for more info please visit: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov].

 
The response was perhaps not what many would have liked... it massivley understated the ammount of casualties, and didn't address the cases of missing people, but to Gilchabó it was good enough, as the missing cases could be written off as "normal" by the government, and if they stated the real ammount of casualties it would have only multiplied the unrest.
Gilchabó had already a pretty busy day after the president parted for the airport to catch a short flight on his private Jet to Pinilaca were once at the airport he had been received by an angry crowd.
For now the response would do, after all with the second day of matches about to start, public attention would be elsewhere...

In the darkened entrance tunnel, moments before the match...
"Nelson, mate, turkey for Thanksgiving? It's like watching paint dry. Bland, dry, and utterly forgettable," Nelson quipped, his words sharp and to the point. His dark eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he leaned against the tunnel wall.
Christian shot back with a grin, his quick-witted retort hanging in the air like a challenge. "Nelson, you've got it all wrong, sunshine. Thanksgiving is about tradition, and turkey is the undisputed heavyweight champ of the holiday table. Versatility, my friend! You can roast it, fry it, smoke it – it's the triple threat of festive fowl."
The banter continued, a rapid-fire exchange echoing the patter and rhythms of a Ray Gitchie film.
"Versatility? It's a damn bird, Christian, not a Recuecian Army knife. I'd rather have a tradition of enjoying my meal. How 'bout we spice it up with some chili or throw in some jerk chicken for a real celebration?" Nelson countered.
But Christian, leaning in with a conspiratorial air, explained the beauty of a well-cooked turkey like a seasoned football coach detailing a winning strategy. "Nelson, you're missing the point, my man. Thanksgiving is about coming together, sharing a meal that screams 'Braya. Turkey embodies that spirit, and it's like a culinary handshake with history."
Nelson chuckled, his grin widening. "'Braya, huh? I'd rather be shaking hands with a plate full of flavor. Our Adaikian brothers got it right with their hearty stews and savory pies. Now, that's a celebration on a plate."
"Fair play, Nelson, but when you're savoring your exotic feast, just remember the warm embrace of a perfectly roasted turkey. It's a classic, like a vintage scotch or a well-placed penalty kick," Christian remarked with a knowing grin.
Nelson, smirking in response, shot back, "Classic, huh? I'll stick to being a maverick in the culinary arena. Let's just hope our performance on the pitch today is more exciting than this banter."

With a nod of mutual respect, the players exchanged a competitive glance before heading towards the pitch, leaving their Thanksgiving meal debate hanging in the air like the prelude to a high-stakes match.

Teralyon Suffers Narrow Defeat to Giovanniland in Thrilling World Cup Clash
By Anja Suremic, Teralyon Sports Analyst
ISTADIO RAQUIVAS, RYXTYLOPIA — In a heart-stopping showdown at Istadio Raquivas, Teralyon's national football team faced a bitter 1-0 defeat against Giovanniland during the 3rd World Cup hosted in Ryxtylopia. The tension in the air was palpable as both teams fought valiantly on the pitch, but ultimately, it was Giovanniland who emerged victorious, leaving Teralyon supporters disheartened but proud of their team's efforts.
The lone goal of the match was netted by Giovanniland's star striker in the 67th minute, breaking the deadlock and sealing Teralyon's fate. The resilient defense on both sides and the exceptional goalkeeping made it a nail-biting contest until the final whistle echoed through Istadio Raquivas.
Teralyon's coach, Isabella Mirovic, expressed her disappointment but commended the team's performance. "It was a tough match, and we gave it our all. Giovanniland played exceptionally well, and we'll learn from this experience and come back stronger," she stated during the post-match press conference.
As Teralyon licks its wounds from the defeat, speculation is rife among sports analysts and passionate fans in Tarajevo regarding the team's upcoming crucial match against Peourouin at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti. The anticipation is heightened as Teralyon aims to bounce back and secure a spot in the knockout stages of the World Cup.
Renowned sports analyst, Pero Javic, believes that Teralyon has the talent to overcome the setback against Giovanniland. "The team exhibited great skill and coordination despite the loss. With a few adjustments, they can certainly turn the tables in the upcoming match against Peourouin," Rodriguez commented on a popular sports talk show.
Regular sports enthusiasts from Tarajevo echoed Javic's sentiments, expressing confidence in the team's ability to regroup and deliver a stellar performance against Peourouin. Social media platforms were abuzz with discussions, with fans sharing their predictions and rallying behind the national team.
"Go Teralyon!! Our teams shown resilience before, and I'm confident they'll make us proud against Peourouin," said Sofia Karadzic, a fervent supporter from Tarajevo.
The clash against Peourouin at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti is now a do-or-die situation for Teralyon. The nation holds its breath as the team prepares to face another formidable opponent in the quest for World Cup glory. Only time will tell if Teralyon can rise above adversity and secure a triumphant comeback on the global stage.
 
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Teralyon's 7th Naval Fleet Reinforces Security Commitment in the Mille-Mer Sea
By Davor Dalmatia, Teralyon Defense Correspondent
STARI DOMA NAVAL BASE, TERALYON — In a strategic move aimed at reinforcing regional security and fortifying alliances, Teralyon has deployed its formidable 7th Naval Fleet from the Stari Doma Naval Base to the Mille-Mer Sea. The deployment, conducted in collaboration with allied nations Cambria and United Adaikes, underscores Teralyon's unwavering commitment to maintaining stability in the vital maritime region.
The Mille-Mer Sea, a key nexus of international trade routes, has witnessed increased geopolitical tensions in recent months. In response to emerging challenges, Teralyon's 7th Naval Fleet, equipped with state-of-the-art naval assets and personnel trained for diverse maritime operations, is poised to contribute significantly to the region's security architecture.
Rear Admiral Elena Petrovic, the commander of the 7th Naval Fleet, emphasized the importance of the deployment during a press briefing at Stari Doma Naval Base. "Our mission is clear: to safeguard the maritime interests of Teralyon and our allies, promote stability in the Mille-Mer Sea, and ensure the free flow of commerce through these vital waters," she stated.
The Teralyon 7th Naval Fleet's deployment has garnered positive responses from regional leaders and defense analysts. Analyst Sofia Milosevic noted, "The strategic positioning of Teralyon's naval assets, combined with collaborative efforts with allies, enhances the overall maritime security architecture in the Mille-Mer Sea. This proactive approach sends a powerful message of deterrence to potential disruptors in the region."
As the 7th Naval Fleet sets sail to patrol the Mille-Mer Sea, the international community will be closely watching the collaborative efforts of Teralyon, Cambria, and United Adaikes to maintain peace and stability in this critical maritime expanse. The joint commitment to security reflects the shared values and determination of these allied nations to safeguard the prosperity and well-being of the region.

WCF III Matchday 1 Synopsis: Nuran's Peourouin at Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti represented by United Peourouin Sports Authority against Polari's Cambria
Brandon Trella, Junior Correspondent

United Peourouin Sports Authority Logo (логотип Союзні Перуен Спорт Авторитет)
The United Peourouin Sports Authority proudly represents Team Peourouin at the World Cup of Football.
The United Peourouin Sports Authority represented Nuran's Peourouin at the Istadio Gral. Tavara Diparti against Polaris' Cambria (KCM-APR).
The team is spearheaded with Head Coach Nikolas Saprots, the leading coach of the University of Fradif's Division Football team. His experience on the field made his candidacy for the role second to none.
The team is comprised of all new drafts from FC from reknown FC throughout the country, some of whom are fresh collegiate athletes from their respective academic institutions (* indicates collegiate athlete, ! indicates reserve). The field was a 4-2-4 formation, a standard with Coach Saprots' teams.
# Player Age Position Home FC/Academic Institution (AI) 1* Sayu Aktar 17 Forward Jairprozhia University (MY) 2 Voldymyd Gorun 23 Defense Tammat FC (LP-N) 3 Semmisk Dvojan 27 Forward Criim City (ZH) 4* Jakub Ostatna 22 Goal Petronavil College (AX) 5 Daoyu Han 24 Midfield Kyoursankta FC (ARNK) 6 Katarus Nortssk 23 Defense Normaay Frekstaud FC (NF-I) 7 Aigor Shasstorich 26 Defense Drir United (AD) 8 Ivaniu Zelehvy 22 Midfield Kiyiv Nord United (SR) 9 Odeyh Ussrsaii 28 Forward Haank-Ordosa FC (TQ) 10 Remst Saprotskyy 26 Defense Helmaamoi FC (PaCT) 11* Juleas Hass 19 Forward Saint-Polut Institute of Technology (ET) 12! Etemas Toldan 23 Forward Vestaa-Tao FC (LP) 13! William Ryan 24 Defense Feziklyr United (CT) 14!* Tranya Rybuscko 18 Forward University of Aksitreros (DY) 15! Aleyy Tamil 25 Goal Logdyshch FC (HY) 16! Fed Hrevenor 25 Midfield Magyuar City (MR) 17! Aigor Propsyyn 25 Defense Zhlanon FC (SB-NN) 18!* Larims Riubot 21 Defense Quaramstat Viatic College (BK) 19! Jake Stortable 29 Midfield Yedaiyivni FC (SL) 20! Viktor Udemien 33 Forward Fradifskaas United (FF) 21! Sasha Vedmyyds 29 Defense Air Force (HY) 22! Luiee Xiong 23 Forward Amasilong FC (ARNK) Playing yesterday, the Peouroun colors were worn stridently with the swoosh of a new athleisurewear company, Grinde, which sustainably sources its manufacturing procedure from ancient indigenous fabric weaving with the same feel and performance as brand-name gear. Below is the kit the team sported earlier.
Starting the match, the Cambrian team scored 2 points five minutes apart at 10' and 15', laying out the opponent's grip on the Peouroun team. Both teams kept tossing the ball between themselves and the goalkeepers, Cambria evidently going on attack more often causing Peourouin to rely on its considerably stacked defense. Peourouin then at 30' threaded the needle with Nortssk's quick and precise kick to Hass through the tight Cambrian defense. The ball went too far for the goalkeeper to deflect it, making the score KCM 2-1 APR by half-time.
Resuming for the second half, the break did wonders for the Peourouns. They were light on their feet and worked the Cambrians down for everything they had. Hopping away at 52' with a wide-open pass from Zelehvy to Ussrsaii. Cambria gained back its lead at 74' with a clean shot. Peourouin fought hard minute by minute, and their efforts yielded another goal at 89', closing the gap between them. The match ended KCM 4-3 APR, the most goals in a match.
Peourouin ends with -1 in Group B after MD1, but a fighting -1. For MD2, Peourouin will be up against Teralyon. Teralyon, who was absent for the previous World Cup, has returned this year. The team is taking an ice bath, preparing for the match tomorrow, November 19. 1423 has been a year of interest, tomorrow is something you should not miss.
(STATEMENT: Peourouin Today is not affiliated with the Peouroun government, Budynok Narodu, or the Supreme Court of Peourouin. We are an independent journal whose goal is to provide the nation and Esferos with the independent, with facts news and coverage through the lens of Peourouin.)
Prime Minister Olaysiy Udemmiena travels to Ryxtylopia along with the United Peourouin Sports Authority for the inaugural presense of Peourouin at the World Cup of Football III
Joukin Aksprata, Auran Correspondent
Despite the protests in Ryxtylopia, PM Olaysiy Udemmiena has proceeded to travel to Vynitiná to observe Peourouin's first appearance at a World Cup of Football (WCF).
PM Udemmiena trip has apparently been approved for international travel by President Humatiy, however, many have heeded the lady PM to be vigilant in areas of conflict.
One subscriber to PT stated, "The PM should be protected, and she should be wary about her whereabouts. I know that our security detail will inform her of any suspected target on her, but it shakes me to my core to have such an important figure in Peouroun politics fall victim in foreign hands."
The consensus of the nation is troubling, but the PM stands firm in the undermining eyes of many. President Humatiy has sent regards to her and the Peouroun team. He stated in a quick soundbite, he would be watching the performance. "We must show the world that we are not an easy opponent, but we will work towards the top on the field or through pen on paper.
(STATEMENT: Peourouin Today is not affiliated with the Peouroun government, Budynok Narodu, or the Supreme Court of Peourouin. We are an independent journal whose goal is to provide the nation and Esferos with the independent, with facts news and coverage through the lens of Peourouin.)
 

Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical Releases Statement on Potential Legal Action Regarding Espionage of GlucovanceX
Saint Aiaden, November 18 1423 - Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical, a leading biotech company specializing in medical innovation, issues this statement in response to recent allegations of industrial espionage and the misuse of advanced AI decryption tools affecting our groundbreaking diabetes medication, GlucovanceX.
Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical is actively considering legal action against the government for its alleged interference in encrypted communications and unauthorized access to critical trade secrets. The situation raises concerns about the potential compromise of our intellectual property, constituting a breach of trust and infringement upon our rights.
Our internal team is diligently assessing the extent of the potential damage to GlucovanceX's proprietary information. The use of AI decryption tools in this alleged espionage adds complexity to the matter, requiring thorough examination by national and possibly international arbitrators.
Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical is committed to transparency, ethical practices, and safeguarding our intellectual property rights. Before formalizing any legal action, we will conduct an extensive internal investigation to evaluate the situation comprehensively.
Partners in the pharmaceutical industry is closely monitoring these developments, anticipating potential implications for the intersection of technology, government, business, and private entities' rights.
Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical has engaged legal representation and is prepared to address the alleged misuse of AI decryption tools in what may become an unprecedented legal proceeding.
For media inquiries, please contact:
Melanie Gorges
Senior Public Relations Specialist
Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical
publicrelations@wap.nb
About Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical
Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical is a pioneering biotech company dedicated to breakthroughs in medical science. With a commitment to innovation and improving global health, Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical strives to deliver cutting-edge solutions to address unmet medical needs.
Disclaimer
This press statement contains forward-looking statements based on current expectations and beliefs. These statements are subject to various risks and uncertainties that could cause actual results to differ materially. Woolrey-Arnold Pharmaceutical undertakes no obligation to update any forward-looking statements.

 

"Her Majesty will not be attending the games, sir. The protests in Zoran surrounding the bill require her attention. She would be pleased to make herself available for a video conference, however. Your schedule could be adjusted to accommodate that while you travel to Ryxtylopia, sir."
"Very good, Clarkson. Please set that up. With regard to the journey, has Lady Kornica accepted our invitation to travel with us or will she seek her own way?
"Yes, sir. Sir Karl's mother was pleased to accept your invitation. She will board the train in Halomarch."
"Splendid. Thank you, Clarkson."

A GOOD START
Good day to all football fans! Orangutan Rangers got their first win through a single goal by Muhammad Nazhim in the 70th minute.

 
 
 
POST MATCH INTERVIEW
Reporter: Congratulations sir on your first win. Can we hear your opinion about this match?
Mikel: Yes, thank you. The match was quite intense, everyone played well, including the opposing team. I would like to commend the fair play by the opposing team and we apologize for the tackle made by our defenders. The injuries do not appear to be serious but it is hoped that everything will be fine.
Reporter: Question for HRH Nazim, how do you rate the performance of you and your teammates?
Nazhim: Everyone is ok, but I believe we could give more. About myself, I can't rate myself but you guys can. And I hope for the next match everyone will give our all in every game.
Reporter: So coach, what comments can you share for the match against Dalimbar?
Mikel: Positive. The squad is always ready, we want to chase the first position in the group stage. We also expect a good game from the opponent, however we will overcome their greatness and win this game.

MIKEL ARTERY 
 
The Orangutan Rangers will facing Dalimbar FA on Monday,20 November 1423 10 am Arifiyyah Standard Time

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"The more time this young one is sitting at the President's Office, the more this country's going down the drain."
That's the first line Fawn Dickson started in another episode of her podcast, "Perspectives Unleashed."
"Luke might be popular with his friends outside the United Adaikes, but he only talks about proposed policies. Nothing comes to light, even in the House of Representatives. It all ends up in Committee Hearings, but nothing more productive!
"Now, check this: Foreign Affairs Secretary Anne Duncan called a quick press conference. Assistant Secretary for Polaris Affairs Garnet Sinclair and Assistant Secretary for Auran Affairs Nidia Bourke were also at the table with Secretary Duncan at that press conference. The topic? Calling out the Ryxtylopian government on the missing journalists since World Football announced that Ryxtylopa will host the 3rd World Cup of Football.
"Well, two things: number 1, aren't they friends? They have a joint base there in Matixarrati with Cambria and Teralyon. What do you think would happen to their friendship now and whatnot? And number two, quite the irony when they locked up the anti-female football players protesters. The Fujansk government may have to call us out again after we locked up the vlogger that spread shit about Former Secretary of Trade Colbert. Then, we found out months later that Felice was in connivance with the Dalimbari government.
"The People's Democratic Party, the leading party in the House right now, as well as the President's party, are all of the same crazy kind. In the last session of the House, senior member Higinio Parsons, the representative of North Shil City, called the country's representatives to vote for a bill providing international aid to Ryxtylopia, with the Auran country's "slums" being highlighted by one international news channel. Mr. Parsons, with all due respect, can't we find a way for our people first to get out of our very comprehensive social programs, where I think they're the only reasons our finances are bleeding? Focus first on the "poor" ones in this country and help them look for jobs so that they won't be very dependent on our country's social programs. Almost everything is free in our country, yet we pay them because they are poor?
"And take the extravagance from our international players! They're still the same Adaikesians in our country! They're already earning big in this country, yet we still provide them the bigger bucks just to feel important in other countries. We got some footage that our international football players are heavily guarded with guards in Ryxtylopia, from disembarking from their plane to their hotel and practices. Now, if the country's paying for those security personnel, I'll be sad for this country. Not counting the fact that they're staying in Hoteil Ila de Oro, one of the most luxurious hotels in the country, despite being "poor."
And don't get me started with whatever we're doing over at Bilyad!"

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and a Quiyakaso Gohalitsve with a black eye in front of the stadium
Quiyakaso: "Helloooooooo Zoran! I-"
Noya: “Quiyakaso, why do you have a black eye?”
Quiyakaso: “Oh this? Yeah I got it after a Ryxtylopian punched me in the face during a flash mob.”
Noya: “...A flash mob? Really? What is this, 1403?!”
Quiyakaso: “Well, it was a weird flash mob. They were all holding signs and chanting something. So I made myself a sign that said 'I Like Pie' and started chanting that while walking with them.”
Noya: "...Quiyakaso, that was a protest...not a flash mob."
Quiyakaso: “Ooooooooooh, that makes a lot of sense!”
Noya: [groans] “You think!”
Quiyakaso: "Yeah...and then I walked into the slums. Nice people, some of them. One tried to mug me and I gave her my fake wallet! That's right! I carry a fake wallet on me now for occasions like this!
Noya: ...You did the two things we were told not to do! Get involved with the protests and enter the slums!
Quiyakaso: "Oh come on, Noya! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Noya: "I left it at the hotel room, now let's get back to the actual news report we are supposed to have."
Quiyakaso: "Ok, fiiiiiiiiiine. The Zoranian Thunderbirds won their match 2-1 after clutching victory from the jaws of a tie!"
Noya: ...That's not the expression, Quiyakaso. It wouldn't even work in this situation!
Quiyakaso: Eh, but they get the point. The Zoranian team is going up against Pedandria next at the Par-...Parkui? Parkui Victoria?
Noya: Parque Vittoria. Let's hope our team does well in their next match. I'm Noya Prisc-
Quiyakaso:  Hold on! We're not done yet! We have to go to the slums! Show the country what the true life of a Ryxtylopian is!
Noya: That is not our job! We are here to report on the sporting event! We are not travel journalists!
Quiyakaso: But adventure!
Noya: NO! I'm not going to let you go off an potentially get killed in the slums!
Quiyakaso: But how about we go get some real tacos instead of tacos that are sold here at more touristy restaurants?
Noya: ...
Quiyakaso: Eh? Eeeeeeeh? Not a bad idea, huh?
Noya: Ok, one time. We go the slums just. this. once.
Quiyakaso: Yes! I knew I would win you over one day!
That is when a pack of seagulls descend upon Quiyakaso and start attacking him
Quiyakaso: NOT AGAIN!!!
Noya: sighs Can someone get the bandages?
   .  

In the dim glow of his private office, Jacen Goode, a young and astute lawyer at the high-powered firm Goode-Ehfrau-Anwalt (GEA), leaned back in his leather chair, contemplating the potential outcomes of his client's pending divorce. 
A ping from his laptop brought his eyes from the ceiling to the pop-up window. The subject line, stark and intrusive, cut through the usual casual treatment of emails:  "A Proposition You Can't Ignore."
Opening the email, the message was succinct yet laced with a threat that struck at the core of Jacen's meticulously constructed web of relationships - professional and private. In his time at GEA he was courting some of the wealthiest businesspeople and highest class of nobility in Basria and the Astorian Realms. He is now renown for his discretion and penchant for keeping his client's name out of the papers. The email begins, 
Mr. Goode,
In the realm of privilege you navigate, there exist shadows. Secrets, Mr. Goode, that could tarnish the pristine reputation you've so carefully built for your Lords and Ladies.
Consider this a proposition—one you can't afford to ignore.
The email continued with a narrative that raised Jacen's hackles - a hint at evidence, subtle yet foreboding, regarding some of his clients. The veiled threat left Jacen uneasy, a sensation he rarely entertained in his world.
As he absorbed the implications, the message transitioned from the hints to a more tangible demand. The proposition pivoted around a legal challenge, a battle that would thrust Jacen into the heart of a conflict between the state and the very importance of privacy - an assertion of freedom against the prying eyes of the government.
The writer claimed Jacen's assistance in a case involving a prominent biotech company. The allegation was startling - government interference in encrypted communications, industrial espionage, and the alleged theft of trade secrets pertaining to a revolutionary diabetes medication. The twist lay in the revelation that the government entity responsible for acquiring the decrypted information was none other than CTGM. A government corporation that Jacen knew was well connected to Basric business and politics, but was part of a subtly separate private alignment of nobles and their own lawyers like himself. Not an easy target. 
The room now echoed with the weight of a choice that transcended the boundaries of legality. Jacen found himself standing at a crossroads—a choice between loyalty to his clientele, whose deeds would cause greater scandal and damage than this case, and the inevitable damage caused by pitting the elite echelons against each other.
The email, now a specter haunting his conscience, left him wrestling. It was signed: "I'll make sure the firm reaches out to you soon. Be ready with your answer, SilverShadow"

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and a Quiyakaso Gohalitsve with a black eye in front of the stadium
Quiyakaso: "Helloooooooo Zoran! I-"
Noya: “Quiyakaso, why do you have a black eye?”
Quiyakaso: “Oh this? Yeah I got it after a Ryxtylopian punched me in the face during a flash mob.”
Noya: “...A flash mob? Really? What is this, 1403?!”
Quiyakaso: “Well, it was a weird flash mob. They were all holding signs and chanting something. So I made myself a sign that said 'I Like Pie' and started chanting that while walking with them.”
Noya: "...Quiyakaso, that was a protest...not a flash mob."
Quiyakaso: “Ooooooooooh, that makes a lot of sense!”
Noya: [groans] “You think!”
Quiyakaso: "Yeah...and then I walked into the slums. Nice people, some of them. One tried to mug me and I gave her my fake wallet! That's right! I carry a fake wallet on me now for occasions like this!
Noya: ...You did the two things we were told not to do! Get involved with the protests and enter the slums!
Quiyakaso: "Oh come on, Noya! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Noya: "I left it at the hotel room, now let's get back to the actual news report we are supposed to have."
Quiyakaso: "Ok, fiiiiiiiiiine. The Zoranian Thunderbirds won their match 2-1 after clutching victory from the jaws of a tie!"
Noya: ...That's not the expression, Quiyakaso. It wouldn't even work in this situation!
Quiyakaso: Eh, but they get the point. The Zoranian team is going up against Pedandria next at the Par-...Parkui? Parkui Victoria?
Noya: Parque Vittoria. Let's hope our team does well in their next match. I'm Noya Prisc-
Quiyakaso:  Hold on! We're not done yet! We have to go to the slums! Show the country what the true life of a Ryxtylopian is!
Noya: That is not our job! We are here to report on the sporting event! We are not travel journalists!
Quiyakaso: But adventure!
Noya: NO! I'm not going to let you go off an potentially get killed in the slums!
Quiyakaso: But how about we go get some real tacos instead of tacos that are sold here at more touristy restaurants?
Noya: ...
Quiyakaso: Eh? Eeeeeeeh? Not a bad idea, huh?
Noya: Ok, one time. We go the slums just. this. once.
Quiyakaso: Yes! I knew I would win you over one day!
That is when a pack of seagulls descend upon Quiyakaso and start attacking him
Quiyakaso: NOT AGAIN!!!
Noya: sighs Can someone get the bandages?
   .  

FSTV 3 - The Way to Health
[Opening scene: A well-lit studio with the host sitting at a desk adorned with various health-related props. The camera zooms in as the host begins speaking.]
Dr. Gerasim Orlov, Host: Welcome, dear viewers, to another episode of "The Way of Health". I'm Dr. Orlov. Later on in the show we'll be discussing the negative mental and physical effects of consuming foreign media, especially "anime" from places like Zoran, but first...
[An ominous looking fungus appears in the corner of the screen.]
Dr. Orlov: ...we're going to address a growing concern in our community - a dangerous street drug known as "fun-gi", "devil spore", or "brain rock". This substance has been making its way through our streets, and it is crucial that we shed light on its potential risks. What makes this substance particularly alarming is its origin, as it is believed to have originated in the backwards society of Varanius, and both its original form and a synthetic form has been used by young people going to parties and clubs, particularly in Saint Andreisburg.
[Cut to video of a party club scene while Dr. Orlov continues to speak.]
Dr. Orlov: The Office of the Surgeon General notes that after its introduction via smuggling into the Free State during the Rugby World Cup, a synthetic form has been developed in clandestine laboratories in hostile-class regions of Yugodalia and then bought by innocent Dalimbari youth, thinking it is just a harmless party substance. They take it before and while in a club, but its effects can be both unpredictable and perilous. Users seem to experience hallucinations, altered perceptions of reality, and intense mood swings.
[Cut back to the studio.]
Dr. Orlov: The concerning part about "fun-gi" or "devil spore" is that its production methods are entirely unregulated, leading to variations in its chemical composition. This makes it extremely difficult to predict how an individual may react to the drug. Reports of adverse reactions, including seizures, anxiety attacks, "skin crawl", and even cases of overdose, have been on the rise.
[Transition to a pre-recorded interview with a recovering addict.]
Former User: I started using "fun-gi" at parties, thinking it was just a bit of fun. It made me feel really good for a while, like I was on my own Path! But soon, I found myself unable to control the impact it had on my life. I was spending more and more on this junk, just to try to feel the same way I did the first time I tried it. It took a toll on my physical and mental health, and I knew I needed to seek help. I really had strayed from the Path.
[Cut back to the host.]
Dr. Orlov: It's stories like these that emphasize the importance of being informed and vigilant. If you suspect someone you know might be using "fun-gi" or any other unknown substances, encourage them to seek help. We can not lose any Dalimbari from the Path. Addiction is a serious issue, and professional support can make all the difference. 
[Contact information for local treatment centres appears on the screen.]
Dr. Orlov: Remember, your health is your most valuable asset. Don't waste the life your ancestors gave you. Stay vigilant and stay on the Path. Up next, our panel will be discussing the dangers of foreign media. You won't want to miss it.
[The screen changes to a commercial on the latest tractor.]

The Dark
 
After the first few days since the tournament started, the protests that had marked the day before the start and the ones that happened on the first day had calmed down, as since the tournament had already started there wasn’t much point in protesting especially considering the police response was a bit harsh (by ryxtylopian standards).
No domestic media outlet had reported on the protests yet, only passing it off as “minor unrest in Ryxenia” and this unrest had only spread to a few other cities, were riots hadn’t happened.
 

 
However it wasn’t all sunshine and roses, many media outlets had been speculated of taking bribes not to report on the situation, or in some cases, been intimidated to not report on the situation by the police and internal security apparatus, the police in Ryxtylopia is widley hated, and so any story about it usually reaches front pages in local news, due to this the government had acted preemptively to stop any stories from going through, at least domestically.
On the international stage it was a different story however, many foreigners had taken notice of the unrest with some even wandering off into it, which was not good in terms of the image of the nation, due to this the police often did their best, or rather worst when it came to intimidating foreign press to not go into the slums and report about the unrest, at least while containment efforts were still ongoing.
4 Well-known reporters in Ryxtylopia had gone missing in the week during and leading up to the tournament:
Taxia Divas
Isadro Guivarra
Arturo Dipartí
Rascanda Ivarradí
As well as this around another 50 to a possible 89 lower profile reporters had gone missing, as well as protest leaders, known agitators, union leaders and even low-profile political figures, and innocent people, it wasn't the people going missing that was the problem, it was their profiles, activities they had been involved in, political or social influence and something most of them shared in common was dissaproval of the tournament.
 

 
Reporters going missing in Ryxtylopia was nothing new, however 4 of the most well known critics of the government going missing in a short period, people with pretty big influence in the opposition media, that wasn’t a very good sign, and it was just a matter of time before more people took notice of the matter, but with still so many days to go before the tournament ended, the police presence remained the same, and detentions went up by approximatley 50-75% in some areas.
However the tournament had to go on, and efforts to prevent foreign media reporting on the unrest had been sorta successful, as no *MAJOR* stories about the civil rights abuses had made it into the global headlines yet, which was a good thing for an authoritarian, oligarchic country trying to portray itself as a functional democracy on the global stage. 
 

Transcript:
Video shows Noya Priscan and a Quiyakaso Gohalitsve with a black eye in front of the stadium
Quiyakaso: "Helloooooooo Zoran! I-"
Noya: “Quiyakaso, why do you have a black eye?”
Quiyakaso: “Oh this? Yeah I got it after a Ryxtylopian punched me in the face during a flash mob.”
Noya: “...A flash mob? Really? What is this, 1403?!”
Quiyakaso: “Well, it was a weird flash mob. They were all holding signs and chanting something. So I made myself a sign that said 'I Like Pie' and started chanting that while walking with them.”
Noya: "...Quiyakaso, that was a protest...not a flash mob."
Quiyakaso: “Ooooooooooh, that makes a lot of sense!”
Noya: [groans] “You think!”
Quiyakaso: "Yeah...and then I walked into the slums. Nice people, some of them. One tried to mug me and I gave her my fake wallet! That's right! I carry a fake wallet on me now for occasions like this!
Noya: ...You did the two things we were told not to do! Get involved with the protests and enter the slums!
Quiyakaso: "Oh come on, Noya! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Noya: "I left it at the hotel room, now let's get back to the actual news report we are supposed to have."
Quiyakaso: "Ok, fiiiiiiiiiine. The Zoranian Thunderbirds won their match 2-1 after clutching victory from the jaws of a tie!"
Noya: ...That's not the expression, Quiyakaso. It wouldn't even work in this situation!
Quiyakaso: Eh, but they get the point. The Zoranian team is going up against Pedandria next at the Par-...Parkui? Parkui Victoria?
Noya: Parque Vittoria. Let's hope our team does well in their next match. I'm Noya Prisc-
Quiyakaso:  Hold on! We're not done yet! We have to go to the slums! Show the country what the true life of a Ryxtylopian is!
Noya: That is not our job! We are here to report on the sporting event! We are not travel journalists!
Quiyakaso: But adventure!
Noya: NO! I'm not going to let you go off an potentially get killed in the slums!
Quiyakaso: But how about we go get some real tacos instead of tacos that are sold here at more touristy restaurants?
Noya: ...
Quiyakaso: Eh? Eeeeeeeh? Not a bad idea, huh?
Noya: Ok, one time. We go the slums just. this. once.
Quiyakaso: Yes! I knew I would win you over one day!
That is when a pack of seagulls descend upon Quiyakaso and start attacking him
Quiyakaso: NOT AGAIN!!!
Noya: sighs Can someone get the bandages?
   .  

Candelù's First match and first loss.
Fans hope in success for the next match.


As we know, yesterday was the first day of the Esferos world cup, and us of Tiveronia 'i Zuja have all the news about our national team's performance!

Sadly, the first match was a loss, being a  1-0 for Fujai's team. Our players aren't demoralized from the results, as it was their first ever match against another national team, and one that reached the top 5 last year!

Directly from Ryxtylopia, our correspondent has much more info, we give the mike to you, Gabri!

 
"Hello? Can you hear me? uh, this is chaos here. Well! ignoring the revolts happening in the background, it's actually pretty calm down here!"

Well, i guess that kinda makes sense Gabri... What's the fans' feling about the loss?

"The Candeluians fans here have soooooooooooo much hope for success in the next days, and me too! i mean, a loss of 1-0 for the 5th ranked nation team isn't too bad right?"

Yeah, and what about tomorrow's match?

"Well again! Everyone here is THRRRRRILLED for tomorrow's match, and again based on yesterday's result, we all hope for success!
For more info, the next match will be played again H&J- wait, it's not it's actual name?"

No Gabri, no it isn't.

"That's interesting and weird, Weirderesting!"

Gabri, keep going with the report.

"Right! Well, H&J will by no means be a easy fella to face, but with the power of your fans everything is possible!"

Good enough Gabri, remind me to change reporter later...

"Okay!"

Well, that was all from the sports section, we from Tiveronia 'i Zuja wish you a good night and we'll see you in the next days! Keep Fanning, Football Fans!











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