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11 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 1: The year is 2164. The effects of the COVID crisis at the turn of the millennia has returned Europe to a state of war. Following a harsh winter, the future of the respective nations hangs in the balance as food shortages are rife with fertile land fiercely contested. Is a peaceful solution possible, or will all out war will return? One thing is for sure - allegiances will be made and broken.
11 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 1: A passage from The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Tennyson: "Cannon to right of them,Cannon to left of them,Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke, Right thro' the line they broke, Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke, Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred...."
11 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 1: May these words inspire you for the battles ahead. Good luck my fair friends and warriors, and welcome to the new pretender Sir Mike!
11 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 1: Welcome Sir Mike, I see you already may prosper unlike that of Louis XIII who was truly a useless adversery and failed to master the idea of leaving his homeland nor the idea of time
11 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 1: The might empire of Persia sleeps no more. In decades to come there will be stories told of our mighty exploits, songs sang about Sir Mike's leaders, statues torn down in protest. Be carefully all
13 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 4: The Baroness will not be moved!
14 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 5: Ah I see the Old Percy has been grooming the young pretender! Be wary Sir Mike!
14 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 5: Old Percy has been around long enough to know that cyzgi 'the great' built his empire of the bones of his enemies. I'm our homeland Cyzgi is the true name of the boogeyman
14 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 5: A three nation state is doomed from the start.
14 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 5: How tables hath turned indeed. I would like you to know something, my dear Cyzgi. The peoples of Leptis welcomed my landing fleet as liberator. They lined the streets with tagine, and threw couscous in the air, like confetti at mine arrival.
14 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 5: Finally the West Ham firm have managed to make some moves! I'm amazed it took 3 of you so long to team up against 1 person and win! Finally started think more like Booby Moore and less like John Moncur!
14 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 5: You forget half the pieces on the board are trying to take the holy city of Jerusalem
14 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 6: Now I've landed in Carthage, I'm not sure I like it. The grapes here are mighty sour.
14 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 6: well considering you 3 had 20 army's at the end of the last go and me and Luke had 14 its a shocking lack of strategic knowhow! What can i say, just shows the difference in class and ability between West Ham and the big boys...
14 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 6: Are you claiming you are better when you are losing? I can see why the grapes are sour in leptis.
14 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 6: No not at all. I blame myself for rousing the troops with my Tennyson! Should have kept it to the masses on the South coast.
14 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 6: To my sweet Baroness I have failed you! Be sure I will fight to the death in honour of the people of Percilla!
14 Jun 20 UTC	Spring, 6: Baroness, my love, don't let your head sway your heart. Put down your arms and embrace the warm glow of the Roman empire
15 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 6: And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
15 Jun 20 UTC	Autumn, 6: Farewell Jerusalem my friend ....