Catalan Chronicle, 15 July, 1903
*Black Sea reoccupied!*
*News from the Underworld!*
Welcome to the fifteenth edition of your indescribable Catalan Chronicle!
Our Crimean correspondent has spotted Russia's dislodged southern fleet steaming into the centre of the Black Sea to regroup. What could this mean? Buy your next edition of the Chronicle to find out...
Russia:
F Constantinople - Black Sea
The next deadline is Autumn 03 moves and press Friday 5 July 2000GMT.
And we have messages to share with you:
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From our Vienna correspondent:
Russia: Con is locked supporting Ank. Assuming you retreat to Smy for the center. So how about Bul S Ser -> Gre? Also, Gal -> Boh? Sil -> Boh would have been nice......
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Telegrams from London:
to
Berlin: Looking good! I'll support you to Sweden and the assault on
France can begin. You take Paris and Marseilles, I take Brest and
Iberia?
to Moscow: I still have no qualms with you, and no interest in advancing beyond St. Petersburg.
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This is the REAL Italy...well maybe.
To France: Nice to see that you are a man/woman of your word. You don't bother me and I won't bother you.
To Germany: We each have our hands full, you can trust me to stay within our borders.....for now. Good luck out West!
To Russia: Now is the time my friend. If you would kindly cut
support by attacking Bud, Ser and or Vie. If I can march or sail into
Tri this turn it will cripple our common foe. I will then be free to
help you in your quest of the Turkish lands.
To Turkey: Sorry dude!
To England: Ummmmm. good luck!
To Austria: Buh Bye!
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Russia to Vienna & Rome: AIR anyone? We dispatch Turkey, loop in France and form a flying wedge at Berlin?
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This is PERUN, GOD OF WAR!! You mere mortals have twice spurned my
advice. Thrice will be too much. Your brains are like sober warriors
in Valhalla. They don't exist. Heed my warning, ye fools. Angles and
Saxons now you fear, but Romans will soon call you deer. And because
your brains don't exist, I'll explain: when Caesar solos, you'll all
look like deer in the path of a Valkyrie, and scatter to hide. Abandon
your feuds to face the true threat of Rome!
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This concludes our latest edition of the Catalan Chronicle,
we
hope you've enjoyed reading it. Please do send in your news stories,
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Your next deadline is Autumn 03 moves and press, Friday 5 July 2000GMT.
And if you are going to be over in the land of apple pie tomorrow, have a great day.
Jerome (Editor)
