Finished: 11 AM Sun 02 Nov 14 UTC
Private “I guess I’m just a hard muthaClucka l
7 days /phase
Pot: 70 D - Autumn, 1906, Finished
Classic, Anonymous players, Draw-Size Scoring
1 excused missed turn
Game drawn
04 Jul 14 UTC Autumn, 1901: Good Greetings Globe. Russia is now offering discounts on quality furniture (as long as you don't mind a little self-assembly). Order now while supplies last.
06 Jul 14 UTC Autumn, 1901: Greetings fellow conquerors and peace-makers,

This is a public service announcement: please make sure that the speaker-symbol next to each country's name is unchecked. If you accidentally check it, that country will not be able to send messages to you as they will have been "muted."

Take care and happy building. You know, to those who are able to build.
08 Jul 14 UTC Autumn, 1901: As we say in Norway, "I'm from London! Why t' bleeding clunge am I in Oslo?!? Sod this. Sod France. Sod élan. And sod you."

Jog off wankers,
The Disgraced & Penniless Robert Gascoyne-Cecil, Former Marquess of Salisbury, Self-Appointed Duke of Some Fjord with too Many Umlauts in its Name, Send Me Ya' Rats - I'll Eat 'em, My Wife Absconded with a Forest Troll, The Fucking III.
13 Aug 14 UTC Spring, 1904: To quote the venerable Kevin Bacon... "Let's Daaaaaaaance!" We all have some world domination to be doing and these 7 day turns are 'literally' killing me.
05 Sep 14 UTC Autumn, 1904: Woah, Giolitti, let's get this show on the road, bippity-boppity! I've got some inglorious defeat with which to busy myself.
17 Sep 14 UTC Autumn, 1905: Well, sod the Gauls - the naff, uphill-gardening, mingy bints. I'm properly fecked if I dig in wif da feckin' shite-gobblin' Scotts in their grotty capitol, 'n' I'm jus' as bugger up if I presume t'move but a me'er, seaward or no. France is like as bent as a nine bob note, so cheers to a bright future wif their knotted drivers up ya bell-ends. Pleasure, I'm sure!

Whatever luck's left'ya,
Prime Minister in Exile, Robert "Mad Flows" Gascoyne Cecil, Former Marquess of Salisbury

Pardon our P.M., gents and ladies, he's come off as a bit classless, alarmingly homophobic, properly bonked, and marginally racist of late. I'd wager it's our impending demise at the hands of a voracious French foe, but the honourable Lord Cecil's always been prone to certain liberalities and disinhibitions with language when he's in the cups. Anyway, I wish you lovely statesmen the very best wi . . . OH, SYKE, IT'S STILL ME, THE FECKIN' P.M., YOU STUPID FECKIN' WANKERS. I GOT GUTTERS RUNNIN' OVER WITH SHITE UP HERE IN SCOTLAND - GONNA DROWN THE WHOLE FECKIN' CONTINENT, YA DAFT PUFTERS!!!!

P.Sssssssss, I ate my page, I ate his bones.
Sins-cerely,
[Dictated, then written, then read, then burnt, then rewritten in blood and urine],
Rob "You Can See the Zipper in My Human Suit" Gascoyne Cecil, Prime Minister of the Abyss
17 Sep 14 UTC Autumn, 1905: Well, sod the Gauls - the naff, uphill-gardening, mingy bints. I'm properly fecked if I dig in wif da feckin' shite-gobblin' Scotts in their grotty capitol, 'n' I'm jus' as bugger up if I presume t'move but a me'er, seaward or no. France is like as bent as a nine bob note, so cheers to a bright future wif their knotted drivers up ya bell-ends. Pleasure, I'm sure!

Whatever luck's left'ya,
Prime Minister in Exile, Robert "Mad Flows" Gascoyne Cecil, Former Marquess of Salisbury

Pardon our P.M., gents and ladies, he's come off as a bit classless, alarmingly homophobic, properly bonked, and marginally racist of late. I'd wager it's our impending demise at the hands of a voracious French foe, but the honourable Lord Cecil's always been prone to certain liberalities and disinhibitions with language when he's in the cups. Anyway, I wish you lovely statesmen the very best wi . . . OH, SYKE, IT'S STILL ME, THE FECKIN' P.M., YOU STUPID FECKIN' WANKERS. I GOT GUTTERS RUNNIN' OVER WITH SHITE UP HERE IN SCOTLAND - GONNA DROWN THE WHOLE FECKIN' CONTINENT, YA DAFT PUFTERS!!!!

P.Sssssssss, I ate my page, I ate his bones.
Sins-cerely,
[Dictated, then written, then read, then burnt, then rewritten in blood and urine],
Rob "You Can See the Zipper in My Human Suit" Gascoyne Cecil, Prime Minister of the Abyss
08 Oct 14 UTC Spring, 1906: So with only four powers engaging in this epic struggle - I'm in favor of peace negotiations, and we can resume our quest for world donination once a new balance of powers (and shorter turns) present an opportunity for war
08 Oct 14 UTC Spring, 1906: These week long turns have been agonizing. Half a year to finish one game is too much. I've painted the map blue enough to agree to a draw at this point.
17 Oct 14 UTC Paintchyo asssss blue, France! That is my unsolicited input.
10 Apr 20 UTC SHAZBOT: what the truck are we here for?
10 Apr 20 UTC What is this? The old game, homes.
10 Apr 20 UTC ???

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France
anonymous! (0 D X)
Drawn. Bet: 10 D, won: 23 D
16 supply-centers, 10 units
Austria
'Murica (120 D)
Drawn. Bet: 10 D, won: 23 D
7 supply-centers, 8 units
Russia
agest (113 D)
Drawn. Bet: 10 D, won: 23 D
5 supply-centers, 5 units
Turkey
notreade (100 D)
Resigned. Bet: 10 D
6 supply-centers, 6 units
Germany
MercuryCobra (20 D)
Resigned. Bet: 10 D
0 supply-centers, 1 units
England
Defeated. Bet: 10 D
Italy
Defeated. Bet: 10 D
Civil Disorders
MercuryCobra (20 D)Germany (Autumn, 1906) with 0 centres.
Adjutant Stormy (100 D)Italy (Autumn, 1904) with 1 centres.
notreade (100 D)Turkey (Autumn, 1906) with 6 centres.
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