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Finished: 03 PM Thu 31 Mar 16 UTC
Private Rhyme Time
2 days /phase
Pot: 210 D - Spring, 1907, Finished
Classic, Draw-Size Scoring
1 excused missed turn
Game drawn

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09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Good evening Gentleman and goodluck. i look forward to discussing options with all of you friend and foe alike.
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: enjoy your drinks gents, and let's be merry
before france swells up like a big blueberry
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: I really got russia, this fucking sucks,
now im going to have to write a manifesto for you shmucks.
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: when you write it please include
the part where I dominate this brood
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: look here france, napolean tried it once, so keep to yourself or the russian winter will eat you for lunch.
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Update alert a traitor in the ranks
Englands fucking up
no rhymes he doth make.
unite. sacrifice. bury and kill
this pink defiler of words and quills
he speaks to me of allies.
but russia and france spoke fluid
sorry England you failed to rhyme
now its over you blew it...
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: wow wow wow wow. what kinda of game have i mugged myself into. outrage from russia and now germany, i will be back later going to play some evil within at least some mindless violence might make some sense to me. I didnt realise that it was anymore than a title not a demand for rhyme in every communication. geez that would make my head hurt. sorry guys kill me quick as this type of game would drive me nuts.
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Speakin of nuts
lets talk about how much I busted
on your grandma last night
while she poked along encrusted
headaches danny sparks?
communication is an art
killing you will be a cupcake
compared to the firestorm you start
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: alright guys give england a break, he didn't know the point so that was his mistake, if he starts rhyming now he can definitely still have fun. no reason to kill him off or to start to shun.
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Hard to kill him in phase 1 bro
byron you paying attention?
or too busy lickin toads?
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Oh I know it takes time but I don't want him to leave a game with a CD would make me peeved.
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: I never NMR guys i should have looked into the game before trying to get in . my mistake and i am sorry. you are all cool in my book and i will play my moves out best i can till i am dead. Which will be just after i get 17 supply centres :)
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Danny Sparks
wheres bubba
you need some quick witted statements
make up for your blunders
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Yo what that British teadrinker thinkin
Whats that Childish shit he tryna pimpin
Whats so hard to understand bout makin
dope rhymes and rhymes only in this game,
Don't you all thinking same?
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: England if you'll spit some verse
there'll be no need to rent a hearse
Germany's already got the scent
of blood inside his lil' pants tent
it should distract him just enough
since he forgets that happens once a month
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: ooooooh
09 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Verse hearse scent tent aint going to pay the rent you french wench
Brainbomb is more like a time bomb until the british navy eat all your gravy.
GOD needs to choose a ride or a side as an italian that changes so easy in history it happens so often i get queasy
10 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: Are you guys shitting me? you all fucking suck,
put in your moves so I can ruin all your luck.
10 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: No rhymes from Turkey which is pretty lame
perhaps enforcer russia will aagree to maim
10 Feb 16 UTC Spring, 1901: I feel so coerced
To conform to the West
I tell you, it's the worst,
Being governed from Brest.

Get off my back!
You infidel whores,
Before your capital is sacked
By the motherfucking Moors.