Finished: 04 AM Sun 25 Nov 18 UTC
Private LSA Gamers 1
7 days /phase
Pot: 70 D - Autumn, 1910, Finished
Classic, Draw-Size Scoring
1 excused missed turn
Game won by Laszlosaurus (211 D)
08 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1902: My dear old Sultan,
congratulations on capturing Serbia as well as Greece. And you got the Russians to help you do it, how marvellous.
Who's next after Austria? Italy I suppose as Germany is just a little too big to bully around.
08 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1902: There was no-one more surprised than me to see the Russian cossacks supporting my attempt to defend my western border in Serbia. He must have guessed that I would not allow Austria to probe more deeply into rightful Turkish territory. I'm not complaining - just pleasantly surprised.
08 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1902: Just helping your boats into warmer water allowing the Black Sea to become a haven of peace. I prefer more northerly waters for my holidays (although not as much as the French).
09 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: Is anybody else concerned about the Russia Turkey juggernaut that appears to be about to consume the Hapless, sorry typo, Habsburg Empire and Italy?
One of them is going to do very well out of it (I'm talking about the one that won't be voting for Christmas).
09 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: "Look at that!" says England as she grabs all of Scandinavia and raises an enormous navy capable of capturing all of Iberia and the northern half of the board. Turkey has not helped Russia in any fashion (and has indeed attacked them more than any other nation). England, meanwhile, has proven themselves a liar and no one should be surprised to see them continue their libelous smears.

Ignore, of course, the northern Axis of England and Germany. While the Ottomans have taken only unclaimed neutral supply centres, the warmongering of that Duo of Destruction has already crippled France and Russia, and their appetite for death has not yet been sated.
09 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: Apologies for the noise everyone, we once again seem to have rattled our dear old friend the Sultan's cage, we really must take more care.
We are, in equal measure, fascinated and desirous to know how he images our ships can somehow sprout wheels and conquer the vineyards of France, the forests of Germany and the, erm, whatever they have in Austria.
We build ships for one reason alone dear Sultan, to keep that Arctic grain flowing to our friends on the greatest continent in the world, Europa, god bless her soul.
Must go, the tennis chaps will be out soon.
09 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: Apologies for the noise everyone, we once again seem to have rattled our dear old friend the Sultan's cage, we really must take more care.
We are, in equal measure, fascinated and desirous to know how he images our ships can somehow sprout wheels and conquer the vineyards of France, the forests of Germany and the, erm, whatever they have in Austria.
We build ships for one reason alone dear Sultan, to keep that Arctic grain flowing to our friends on the greatest continent in the world, Europa, god bless her soul.
Must go, the tennis chaps will be out soon.
09 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: There Phil goes again, downplaying the existential danger of his naval dominance (hoping we've not read Mahan). Mark my words—his next units will be Armies and his beachheads on the Continent will grow to encompass erstwhile allies under English occupation.

One wonders who this act is really for. Phil has told me that both France and Austria are "in for an early bath" (such peculiar expressions these English have), so it must be he's putting on this show to convince Germany and Italy to ignore the English threat until it's beating down their doors. While Turkey has expanded only to neutral centres, England already has their fingers in several pies. Once England consolidates control of Iberia and St. Petersburg, enveloping Germany and Italy will be next on the agenda.
12 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: We have had an unexpected reversal against Croatia in Moscow of all places so will be embarking on a period of national mourning.
A memorial is being built at London's Southgate.
12 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: As a gesture of goodwill, I will not send my cossacks to harass you on your retreat from Moscow.
12 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: If our English friends should wish it, several nations stand ready to take retribution on Trieste.
12 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: Retribution is not the English way and in any event we hold no ill feelings against those good people. They played up and played the game.
We note the internationally appointed arbitrator of the dispute was one of the Sultan's men but you will not hear us complaining about his constant failings.
Although some have disparaged the Austrian Ambassador we should not wish his people to suffer further.
12 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: We understand our good neighbours the French will in any event meet the Croatians to determine supremacy and naturally, they being allies of ours, we wish them every success.
12 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1903: Consider yourselves warned, friends. Being allies with the English is liable to lose you three Supply Centres.
16 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1903: It would appear that England has experienced another unexpected reversal. One might say that their gains were "fleeting".

I'll show myself out, but remind me to pass on any convoy offers from Germany. Ouch!
16 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1903: My dear old Sultan,

you have put two and two together and got five. I remain on the best terms with my German allies and have apologised to them for my communications error which makes them appear duplicitous to the ill-informed.
16 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1903: I do indeed count five; five German units devoted to the conquest of Sweden and Brest. Tragically, English forces are outnumbered in both locales and just have recently alienated neighbors holding their only hope of salvation. As Phil falls on his sword to preserve German honour, the Kaiser seems set to take his head.
17 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1903: My dear old Sultan,
once again you underestimate the skill of my German allies.
You can not believe the Kaisers would wield the knife with such lack of precision. One only gets the put the knife in the back once so it has to be a fatal blow. Otherwise you are left with a wounded but still strong and now devoted enemy. Indeed, some often react irrationally to a stab devoting their whole attention to the downfall of their new found enemy, at the cost of all else.
News of course to the ears of people who stand to benefit from the fall of a great alliance.
17 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1903: Indeed, which is why we'd not expect Germany to relent in their attack. With the loss of two units and a 3rd trapped in Finland, any English counterattack would be hamstrung. English naval might is fearsome, but not when it lacks a landing force. Sniping an undefended coastal centre without the armies to Hold will net only ephemeral gains—as Brest is soon to show.
22 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1903: Infamy, infamy, the Germans have got it infamy!

And the worst if it is the comments we are going to have to endure from our Dear Old Friend the Sultan.

Come on, let's get it over with ...
23 Jul 18 UTC Spring, 1904: It would appear the Sultan is afflicted with Cassandra's Curse. Despite endeavoring to dispense earnest and well-considered advice, his friends persist in acting in directly contrary fashion—invariably to their detriment.

On no less than three occasions did he spell out how the Italian captain might assure the capture of Tunis. Three failures, and the fleet was lost. Likewise, France was thrice advised (to no avail!) how he might hold Brest, Marseilles, and Spain. After obstinately snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, the tattered French forces now cower in exile. Those two fleets also, were lost. Similar examples are already too numerous to recount.

While at first the Sultan was overjoyed by the implications for global conquest of possessing perfectly repellent advice, he is now a nervous wreck, shut away in his palace and refusing all visitors—even family. He could not forgive himself if in a remiss moment he prayed for his parents' long life, or cautioned his dearest son to step back from the balcony's edge. Truly a sad fate.
31 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1904: Off in the Far East we're told, the Chinese Empire believed in 'The Mandate of Heaven'. While broadly similar to the European concept of the 'Divine Right of Kings', it does not confer an unconditional right to rule. Instead, only a just ruler might receive heaven's blessings. The dynasties of wise Emperors were blessed with untold riches and a submissive citizenry for centuries at a time. Despite all of Europe's modern weaponry and technological wizardry, even today your combined might and grandeur pales in comparison to the Celestial Empire in its heyday.

However, tyrants who took for granted their heavenly gifts to impose poverty or endless war on their subjects would oftentimes lose the mantle. Famine, disease, and floods were also often taken as signs of waning favour. In such times it was felt natural that the peasantry possessed the 'right of rebellion' until a worthy leader emerged. Such struggles would routinely swallow the lives of tens of millions.

While most likely a convenient fiction to help legitimize a long-ago usurper, the Sultan cannot help but wonder whether there are those within our number who have fallen from Heavenly favour. The Chinese sage Mencius once said, "The people are of supreme importance; the altars of the gods of earth and grain come next; last comes the ruler." It is clear that the Austro-Hungarian king forsook the safety of his home 'earth' when his ego carried him off on foolish campaigns of conquest. Likewise, the French President neglected to provision his men with the 'grain' in Spain, so is reduced to ruin. I would venture that before long the populace of more Great Powers will cast their leaders down the dustbin of history to make way for one preeminent power led by the most wise and just among us.
31 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1904: Me thinks that the Sultan is to big for his curly toed boots - https://www.ebay.co.uk/p/Boland-BV-Sultan-Genie-Shoe-Covers-Adults-Fancy-Dress-Arabian-Costume-Accessory/1182607988?iid=351807455035
31 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1904: What is this? I find myself in agreement with the Austrian Ambassador. Strange times indeed.
I wonder when the Tsar is going to wake up to the threat on his southern border?
If he were to reach out to the British Ambassador he may find a deal available that would return St Petersburg back to Russian hands and help stop the axis of evil that is the treacherous Germans and perfidious Turks.
31 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1904: One would be a fool to believe the ramblings and prejudiced orientalism of a deposed ruler to which nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, should hang only the albatross of shame.

*Unlike* the Austrian king in exile, the Sultan has not forgot from whence his power derives. The People of his realm feel safe in the sure knowledge that they will never be abandoned; for they are held over all, even more highly than earth and grain.
31 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1904: Furthermore, the Sultan can safely call near all the world his friend, for his valued allies are treated kindly and with utmost respect. Pray tell, where may one find evidence of enduring English friendship? A joint Autumn stab bought two enemies for only fleeting success. This was followed immediately by betrayal and shunning by all his neighbors. Phil neglected to even ask for assistance into Iberian from any of 3 adjacent powers. Do not be cowed by the Englishman's 'wooden walls'. Despite a concerted application of his solitary efforts, he can scarcely hang on to his crust of coast! Seamen of the world unite—you have nothing to lose but your chains!
31 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1904: I bow to the Sultan. I am persuaded that his generosity, humbleness, sagacity and charisma will ensure him victory.
31 Jul 18 UTC Autumn, 1904: Pompous bombast is but the first arrow in my quiver. The English, having exerted all their options to the utmost, still fail to make a break through their stalemate. If you but could your ships would soon share the same fate that befell all fleets that dared challenge me.
21 Aug 18 UTC Autumn, 1905: Once again hats go off to the Puppet Master General in Constantinople. His extraordinary diplomatic skills mean he can sail his ships as far away as Iberia, France and no doubt dear old Albion to expand his unstoppable empire.
21 Aug 18 UTC Autumn, 1905: More than hats are coming off, unfortunately. Some of the Catholics here are no less fanatical in their religious intolerance than in 1492 when Granada—last holdout of of dear old Al-Andalus finally fell to the Castilian Reconquista.
22 Aug 18 UTC Autumn, 1905: Interesting tactic of the Sultan to detach half his units in the west so far away from the other half of his units in the east with no possibility of mutual support.
No doubt he is assured no alliance could form against his person so he can continue his dream of becoming Neptune.
22 Aug 18 UTC Autumn, 1905: Perhaps. Or maybe it serves as a temptation to expose the weak-willed. The Turks have remained true to their word, but were a partner to abrogate an agreement with us then we might welcome the release from our obligations.

But I must question the wisdom of this fascination with far-off kingdoms when England faces so much turmoil at their doorstep. Indeed, from the ashes of Germany there emerges a looming Power that would be a more pertinent focus of your concerns. As disbands accelerate the German death spiral and unlock access to all their lands, it will not be Turkey taking those easy gains, but Russia and Italy. Rob stands ready to take advantage of any weakness to enter Scandinavia, while Italy strengthens their already highly defensible peninsula with forces on both sides of the Alps, ensuring the lion's share of France and maybe Germany. Among all this, where does English strength lie?
31 Aug 18 UTC Autumn, 1906: Looking forward to the next turn when Turkey finally terminates its entente with either Italy or Russia.

The Sultan is too wise to go after both so my money is an attack on Russia with Italy joining in and grabbing Vienna.
31 Aug 18 UTC Autumn, 1906: The convoy is almost in place. Hello Liverpool and those deliciously defenceless centres!
01 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1906: We have an especially warm Scouse greeting ready for you ...
01 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1906: Warmer than the waters off Denmark, I hope. As before, the English foothold on the Continent remains tenuous and you've once more allowed your soldiers to become completely surrounded. How regrettable it would be if they were again driven into the sea.
06 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1906: Infamy, Infamy.....!
06 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1906: Oh how I love the circumstances that elicit that phrase from you. Cheers!
07 Sep 18 UTC Spring, 1907: It's the 'Carry on Cleo' version of 'Et Tu Brute?' you've got to imagine Kenneth Williams saying it.
07 Sep 18 UTC Spring, 1907: And it's been said before now ... do you remember the fateful moment the Kaisers thought it was a good idea to stab the English in the back despite having a formidable alliance?
It was 22nd July just in case the date isn't seared into your national consciousness.
07 Sep 18 UTC Spring, 1907: It's a disaster for right thinking people that Italy's ambition amounts only to riding the Sultan's very long coat tails into second place, or "first loser" as some call it.

Even to the extent that he accepts the Sultan's orders to act as ablative armour in the Mid-Atlantic Ocean.

No doubt the Puppet Master General is typing out Italy's next moves as we speak.
07 Sep 18 UTC Spring, 1907: Ah yes, that was a good idea, I wonder where it came from? Though I seem to remember its genesis quite a bit earlier—July 3rd in fact. Unfortunately for the Germans they elected to only follow the first portion of the stratagem and didn't achieve the called for diplomatic accord with Russia. Had the two cooperated in the offensive starting in A'02 then Germany would have seized control of North Sea while positioning hold support from Denmark, and Russia would have taken Norway just as a German landing force was ferried from Holland to Yorkshire. Alas...
08 Sep 18 UTC Spring, 1907: It's been said, "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less."

But apparently our scolding General Elliott thinks himself more special than us hoi polloi. Were this tyrant expelled from our shores, or their pirate base sunk beneath the waves, who among us would weep for him? Surely his allies the French would put in a good word... Or maybe his German allies, on whom England now heaps so much blame... But certainly not the Sultan, who was unfairly berated for and imperiously ordered against sailing in his own seas.

And to think, our friendless wonder daring to denigrate Italy as a "loser" when there stands none more loyal, honourable, or trustworthy. After enduring so much and being reduced to two measly centres in the boot of Italy, they literally picked themselves up from their own bootstraps, vanquished both of their neighbouring aggressor nations, and now stand tripled in size. Who's to say they won't triple in size again?

Though we may be unequal in strength, Italy is a fully equal partner, esteemed as a cunning diplomat and shrewd tactician. Far from Puppet and Puppet Master, Italy enjoys full autonomy and their insights are keenly valued when revising my own plans. The Sultan is truly blessed to have found a true friend and brother-in-arms rather than relying on the perfidious pirate raiders now pillaging what's left of their past allies. Continue your dream of becoming Neptune, England, on your lonely and shrinking Island.
13 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1907: Irruption after irruption all along the Russian border! The Tsar—long since fled the capital—has now lost control of his troops as deserters flee en masse from the front in scattered retreat. With Hungary last season and now the unexpected capture of the Crimean Khanate, the Sultan has successfully recreated the largest European extent of the Ottoman Empire of old. Sadly, for one Empire's rise there must be a commensurate fall. It is possible Russia won't even survive past the end of next year.
13 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1907: ....That's what Napoleon and Hitler said.
13 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1907: Touché, touché (but who's Hitler?). Now excuse me while I draw up Winter invasion plans.
15 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1907: Sorry, I don't know why I said Hitler, perhaps Charles XII then.
I'll get one of my composers to prepare the Overture for you.
15 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1907: Ah yes, as a child I was told stories of the young Ironhead Charles and his march on Moscow. Did you know he took refuge with us Ottomans for 5 years following that ill-fated expedition? As I recall, in nearly every engagement the Swedes routed Russian forces despite commanding much smaller numbers. It was only through unreliable allies and overstretched supply lines that his campaign was defeated. Rest assured, Charles' time in exile was not wasted on us, and our scribes took great interest in preserving his insights. This time will be different!
19 Sep 18 UTC Autumn, 1907: Infamy, infamy! Italy's got it in for me!
The Ottomans mourn the tragic loss of Trieste.
18 Nov 18 UTC Well done László! :-)

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Turkey
Laszlosaurus (211 D)
Won. Bet: 10 D, won: 70 D
19 supply-centers, 16 units
Italy
Koovan (100 D)
Survived. Bet: 10 D
12 supply-centers, 11 units
Germany
Kaark (100 D)
Survived. Bet: 10 D
2 supply-centers, 2 units
England
Resigned. Bet: 10 D
1 supply-centers, 3 units
Austria
mickwood (113 D)
Defeated. Bet: 10 D
France
Goodieone (100 D)
Defeated. Bet: 10 D
Russia
RobEaves (100 D)
Defeated. Bet: 10 D
Civil Disorders
General Elliott (163 D)England (Spring, 1909) with 6 centres.
RobEaves (100 D)Russia (Spring, 1909) with 2 centres.
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