I played, one year ago, a game that I will never forget, for it was more than just a game. AP 10th grade history class- and in this class, everyone had an opinion, and everone had an enemy faction. I am staunchly Jewish, 100%, and Zionist, and behind me sat an Aghgan boy who was very proud of Osama and Ahmadenijad in Iran. (I don't hate all Arabs, but this kid said the Jew-pizza joke right to my face as we covered the Holocaust and laughed, so, yes, I did hate him badly.) He made racial slurs, and hated all Jews, and is a Holocaust denial Arab. Behind me, sat a black boy, and he had some issues with others. Mexicans stuck together, and disliked myself and the Asians; the Asians were rather xenophobic, and would hardly talk to you, albeit civily, if you were not Asian. So off we went to war, mostly along racial lines, with scores to settle. Every move was a political statement. I was England, Arab boy France, and I used a naval blitz to cush him like a bug and roll to 14 centers. Turkey, headed by a "gamer" boy whom most everyone liked, roared to match me, and it looked like a Us vs. USSR type showdown. But damn Italy! Stubborn, her leader, a preppy girl, wanted peace for all, which I said I would declare- after the Arab was defeated. Even offered to give up some land to her to show this was personal, not a land grab. But no. She supported France, and I was stymied as everyone came down upon me. Had I not been England with a fleet of 10 and been, forgive me, rather deft with my manuvuering, all might have been lost. But
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