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Finished: 05 PM Sun 29 Mar 15 UTC
Just Another Classic Game
1 day /phase
Pot: 62 D - Spring, 1911, Finished
Classic, Anonymous players, Survivors-Win Scoring
1 excused missed turn
Game drawn
14 Mar 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: GameMaster: san lorenzo di borgia was banned: Multi/Meta/No Reply. The time until the next phase has been extended by one phase length to give an opportunity to replace the player.
Remember to finalize your orders if you don't want to wait, so the game isn't held up unnecessarily!
16 Mar 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: Which country was that?
16 Mar 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: I have no clue. I'm thinking it was either France or Russia...
16 Mar 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: I think it was Russia. He went CD after the announcement.
25 Mar 15 UTC Spring, 1910: Remove Turkey then draw?
25 Mar 15 UTC Spring, 1910: I'm down.
25 Mar 15 UTC Spring, 1910: I'm in
25 Mar 15 UTC Spring, 1910: Awwww fuck you guys.
25 Mar 15 UTC Spring, 1910: Nothing against ya, bud ;).
25 Mar 15 UTC Spring, 1910: We could just draw now?
27 Mar 15 UTC Autumn, 1910: I prefer to draw with the least amount of players. I/E/G can take T without any fear of one soloing.

GG though Turkey.. Sorry it had to come to this..
27 Mar 15 UTC Autumn, 1910: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

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Scmoo472 (1846 D)
Drawn. Bet: 8 D, won: 21 D
13 supply-centers, 13 units
jak000012 (381 D)
Drawn. Bet: 8 D, won: 21 D
12 supply-centers, 11 units
sportsnut109 (291 D)
Drawn. Bet: 8 D, won: 21 D
9 supply-centers, 9 units
Defeated. Bet: 8 D
Defeated. Bet: 8 D
Defeated. Bet: 8 D
Defeated. Bet: 6 D
Civil Disorders
Willglas2017 (0 D X)Austria (Autumn, 1902) with 0 centres.
masopias (100 D)Russia (Spring, 1903) with 6 centres.
san lorenzo di borgia (104 D)Russia (Autumn, 1906) with 1 centres.
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