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Finished: 04 PM Sat 23 May 15 UTC
Private ODC 2015: Round 1, Board 5
1 day, 12 hours /phase
Pot: 35 D - Spring, 1910, Finished
Classic, Anonymous players, Draw-Size Scoring, Wait for orders
1 excused missed turn
Game drawn
04 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: Yes indeed. Italy is, for better and worse, hard to tell what to do, and it's hard to tell what he's doing.
04 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: I don't think anyone in this game has played fault free Diplomacy. I won't discuss the things that have surprised me the most until after the game (assuming anyone's still interested), as there are too many assumptions involved.

On the whole, however, it's been a highly enjoyable game :)
04 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: I keep missing things. The game's over?
04 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: No, but I'm on holiday from Sunday for a week, so I'm going to need a pause for a week starting the 10th :)
04 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: We should have this wrapped up by then, right?
05 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: I try not to predict how games will finish, as I am so incredibly bad at it :)
05 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: I'm just saying we can end it. I wouldn't be so presumptuous as to predict *how* it will end.
05 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: You have already predicted a flood of purple on several occasions. The trick of disguising a solo attempt by shouting from the rooftops "I'm going to solo" is an old one, and won't fool anyone.

In an entirely unrelated matter, have I mentioned that I'm going to solo?
05 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: Ah, Cassandra, your prophecies fall on deaf ears. However true they may be.
05 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1906: If England has time problems we can simply draw this game, :)
06 May 15 UTC Spring, 1907: No more drawing. It breaks my heart to think of all those little kids with their crayons and straight edges and maps in some sweatshop in the Congo.
07 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: Well... GG all. This game is an English solo now, since if I work with him there is no way anyone can prevent it.

Russia - I thought you were a decent player; not brilliant, but good enough to see what the result of this would be. Evidently I was mistaken.
07 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: Maybe this is a foolish move on my part. Only time will tell. You have been a good ally and I certainly have misgivings about stabbing you.
07 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: Thats what you get when you ally with a large neighbor against a small one.
08 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: I doubt that I'm bigger than the Austrian player. Some people think I'm thin. My wife gives me ice cream "to fatten me up." Bluebell, when she can find it.
08 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: You should go back to eating your greens - would make you much more healthy
08 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: A fond recollection, a tanka I wrote many years ago:

in response
to mom's demand
eat something green
grandma nudges the pickles
toward me
09 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: (ghug): My middle school literature classes aren't at the forefront of my mind, but doesn't a tanka have a specific syllabic structure that isn't that?
09 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: Wow, mod intervention for a poetry lesson!
09 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: In Japanese. I don't write Japanese tanka. English language tanka are based on the Japanese 5-7-5-7-7 in much the same way the English language haiku are based on the Japanese 5-7-5. The vast majority of English language tanka poets regard thirty-five syllables as an upper limit. That upper limit and a common pattern of short long short long long lines is all the formal properties that carry over from the Japanese. A large part of the reason for this difference (which applies to English language haiku too) is that Japanese syllables are much shorter in duration than English syllables. The definitive work explaining this in some detail for haiku is Harold Henderson's small book "Haiku in English" (Japan Society, New York, 1965). The one thing everyone knows about haiku, namely that it is 5-7-5, is false. If you read the haiku or tanka magazines, you will find some few poets that write 5-7-5 or 5-7-5-7-7, but they are a small minority. Not doubt sticking to what their middle school teachers taught them. I've published dozens of tanka and many more haiku and they rarely are so verbose as to hit the maximum limit.
09 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: (ghug): Learn something new everyday.
09 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: Toodle pip! I'll send you all a postcard!
09 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: Use my PO Box in the Congo.
09 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1907: But I don't know shit about the Congo. They eat people down there!
10 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: Guys, I think we all have to vote for the pause for it to go into effect.
10 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: (ghug): Game paused.
11 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: It seems like time has slowed down, almost to a standstill. It's very surreal. And I'm not even smoking anything. Whoa.
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: Time to wind up your pocket watches! The game is back on!
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: Alas, my pocket watch is broken and besides, I no longer wear three-piece suits, so don't have an appropriate pocket.
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: Hope your vacation was all you hoped.
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: It was pretty good, actually. Although if I see another painting of the battle of bloody Lepanto I'll scream!
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: http://i.imgur.com/bFReGdz.png
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: I sense an Austrian trap... I shall not open the link!
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: It was designed to make you scream.
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: It's a picture of Lepanto's opening.
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: Ha! You have been foiled, sir! I have cunningly avoided your dastardly trick and have spared myself the sight of yet another fleet of Venetian galleys full of heroic young men fighting the foe, with the occasional nubile young serving girl having a wardrobe malfunction in the background.

Apparently Venetian women were very prone to wardrobe malfunctions...
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: Ahh... A diplomatic Lepanto I could cope with... Does it include a wardrobe malfunction?
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: http://i.imgur.com/sB4wXFu.png
15 May 15 UTC Spring, 1908: And where are the serving girls?
20 May 15 UTC Spring, 1909: Years of war, years of hate,
Destroying all that we called great,
Fueled by greed, deception and fear,
Lo and behold, it's gotten us here.

Back to back, standing still,
It's no longer one another we aim to kill,
Hordes of Russians and Englishmen come,
They've destroyed our allies, one by one.

"Surrender!" the Russian shouts as I stand,
"You can live, we just want your land!"
I stay put and stand in defiance,
Staring down the Russian in complete silence.

"Give up!" comes the Englishman's cry,
"There is no need for you to fight 'til you die!"
"I am no coward, I will fight to the end."
The Italian replies, as he prepares to defend.

The armies line up, and towards us they march,
The Russians, more eager, begin to charge,
I hear a cry, and turn with a start,
The Italian collapses with a bullet in his heart.

As I turn the cry makes memories reappear,
Forgotten memories, drowned by war and fear,
Of a time long ago, back when we were friends,
The Russians approach, but I need to make amends.

"I'm sorry," I say, with tears in my eyes,
"My greed has led to our untimely demise,"
"I regret what I did, I regret what I said,"
"Can you forgive me?" I ask, hoping he isn't dead.

He opens his mouth, but the reply is stifled,
By a second shot from an English rifle,
As the life leaves him, I collapse to the ground,
My will to fight gone, as the Russians start to surround.

I live through the first shots, in my leg and my chest,
The third, in my head, puts me to rest,
My final thought is of Italy, how we died hand in hand,
My final gift to the earth is a tear in the sand.
20 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1909: Hear, hear. I yield to the Austrian (? damn these color-coded messages) player in matters poetic.
20 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1909: Ah, the final act is upon us. Gentlemen, it has been a damned good show. You are truly some of the finest balloons I have ever had the pleasure of locking horns with!

As for what the final result will be, care to place any bets? As you probably already suspect, I am quite mad. Finest fighting trousers on for the final scrum! My lucky dipcoin is spinning... I await its fall with mild curiosity.
20 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1909: http://i.imgur.com/ysexEhX.png

Begone foul Brit! The I/A has Divine favour! We shall triumph!
21 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1909: At least you have a cool picture.
21 May 15 UTC Autumn, 1909: GGWP guys. I made a lot of bad decisions in this game, but it was still a fun experience and a very interesting one. Thanks for the great game!
21 May 15 UTC It has been one of the most enjoyable games I've ever played. Thank you for being a part of that.
21 May 15 UTC Well, if you insist on playing most of your games on that god awful Playdip site it is to be expected :p.

Most enjoyable, everyone. Now I have to figure out how the hell I let myself get talked into a 2-way...
21 May 15 UTC E/R must thanks Austria for his poor waving strategy and France and Turkey for their ingenuity.
21 May 15 UTC Looks like we're the first game to end. Good luck all in your second game!
21 May 15 UTC The first and best game. Have you tried reading global in the others? Painfully tedious!

But yes, good luck in game 2. Go forth and solo!

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England
Octavious (1720 D)
Drawn. Bet: 5 D, won: 18 D
17 supply-centers, 17 units
Russia
zaneparks (102 D (B))
Drawn. Bet: 5 D, won: 18 D
17 supply-centers, 13 units
France
LeinadT (146 D)
Defeated. Bet: 5 D
Italy
Ayreon (3398 D)
Defeated. Bet: 5 D
Germany
AFatCat (676 D)
Defeated. Bet: 5 D
Austria
captainmeme (1589 D Mod)
Defeated. Bet: 5 D
Turkey
dyager_nh (644 D)
Defeated. Bet: 5 D
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