Cossack’s Log, Game-date Spring 1902:
I’ve tried and tried to be peaceful to Turkey…opened into Rumania rather than a bounce, I’ve gone out of my way…and now I bet it bits me in the behind. England coming on strong, too…this could be an early bath…I’m also enjoying Mendelssohn’s 4th Symphony, his “Italian” Symphony…ironic, as Italy’s doing rather poor—I really wish I was Italy rather than Russia, I love Italy—and the tone’s just changed from light and cheery in the first movement to doleful…this does not seem a good omen.
Cossack’s Log, Game-date Spring 1903:
Hopefully I can work well with Austria now…and hopefully the war in the North trends the way of Germany and myself…and hopefully France and I can help one another…and THE METS BEAT THE YANKEES TODAY, so the day’s already good regardless.
Cossack’s Log, Game-date Spring 1094:
Well, Mendelsohn’s 4th Symphony has finished, now listening to the 5th, trying to play, and have a Facebook conversation at the same time…I guess Tureky and I are allies now…England just left his back door open and will die now for being a complete idiot and not defending even with France AND Germany in his home waters, not even a token retreat…I’m down one unit this year because of him, but as he’s down three and on the way out, hopefully that’s only temporary.
Cossack’s Log, Supplemental:
I generally don’t trust Turkey as Russia…and this is why—whoever you are at the end of this…I tried to be your friend, I supported you, I kept my distance…your stab is not unexpected, just earlier than expected. And that it happened at all, it does sadden me.
Cossack’s Log, Spring 1905:
England, the fool, has been eliminated…as he attacked me the whole way and never defended his homeland, going so far as to keep Norway and not even a fleet close to home as his last one when some hope remained, I am neither saddened nor reserved in my glee at his departure—my symphony just ended, onto Mendelssohn #3, “Scottish,” a moody piece that I’ve always thought would work well with Macbeth, and what an appropriate play to call to mind, as I must now face Turkey’s stab, and hopefully make him rue that stab tomorrow…and tomorrow…and tomorrow…
Cossack’s Log, Spring 1906:
So many quitters…hopefully Italy will just vote “Draw” and we can draw this thing, everyone left deserves it…there’s plenty to go around
Cossack’s Log, Spring 1907:
Well, Italy DIDN’T hit draw for some reason—whoever you are, please tell me WHY afterward, France has 13 now and can very possibly win, we could’ve all drawn and had oh-so-many points!—and now it appears to be only a matter of time until there’s a three-way draw or France wins this…I shall stay to the last man, and enjoy Tchaikovsky’s “Eugene Onegin” in the process, but the fact a draw could have occurred, should have, in my view, and now it will all go for naught, likely…how bitter.
Cossack’s Log, Spring 1908:
Down to three units, now, but I continue to battle…why Turkey continues to attack me is a mystery. His position at 9 and France’s at 17, 18 if he gets St. Petersburg, should elicit aid on his part, I would think…France will likely win this, and a very deserved win it will be.
Cossack’s Log, Supplemental:
I’ve accidentally disbanded St. Petersburg rather than Sevastopol…well, in any case, maybe THIS will force Turkey to finally see reason—if he attacks me, France gets St. Petersburg, and his quarrels will all have been in vain. Also, I’m changing to Mozart and “The Magic Flute” now.
Cossack’s Log, Supplemental:
Apparently Turkey DOES want ever-so-badly to lose…well, if that’s the case, and he clearly wants me out, I’m happy to oblige him—I’ve never “thrown” a game before, but his attacking again makes it clear he wants me to lose, and makes it nearly certain France will win anyway. So I will just go ahead and make that a certainty for him. Congratulations, France, on your victory, and to you, Italy, for not giving up after a rough start. I’m only sorry a sluggish Austria and a foolish Turkey stood between us. Good game to all…well, to France and Italy at least, and I suppose Austria and Germany as well, they played most of it out, and weren’t utter fools that lost this game like Turkey and England were, full of sound—well, maybe not, as it was a gunboat—and fury, your idiocy signified and netted you nothing. To the rest—good game, well done.