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Confederation of Independent Socialists: Founding Ceremony

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Moskovo International Airport

Ahrana

7:15 Local Time

May First, 2018

Seasoned foreign diplomat Arsen Ilyasov stepped off the plane as the staircase rolled under him. “A tad late,” he remarked, but good time nonetheless. Squinting in the early morning sunlight, he put on a pair on sunglasses and called the folks back home to say he made it.  

Walking into the terminal he noticed the distinct Ahranaian culture and other aspects and ways of life. Ilyasov sat down on a bench and he worked on his speeches, and what to say if called upon. The Euroführer was one of the first “new world” nations, and their reputation would be soiled if their diplomat came unprepared. Ilyasov also knew he had to carry himself in a tight manner. He would not want to be associated with the hard-lined communists, but he also couldn’t make too many friends at the convention either. “Truly a tight rope to walk.” he muttered to himself. Nothing he couldn’t handle. 

He went over the attendee list. The Lysians would endure a lot of jet lag. The host country Ahrana and others were jubilated for the summitt to begin, but other countries, like Ilyasov’s were much more reserved on the outside. The Ahranaian Secretary, Ivanoff, seemed extremely motivated and determined, though. He would get to know Greater Serbia, their neighbors across the lake, much better. He would also get to know Mauridiviah and their government positions. The Asgeirrans would be interesting to work with, as another member of the founding order. Prymont and Andalla were more socialist-capitalist countries countries, not the Communists of other countries here. The Prymontian superiority complex would be a bit funny to watch from afar, as presumably one of those “inferior” nations. Good thing the Andallans seemed a bit more open and cooperative. The Derthalers were quirky and strange, much like their government. The Euroführer would get a lot more intel from this meeting, that would be for sure, adding to the treasure trove of past encounters.

”So Sergei, you have a limousine coming right?”

”Yes sir, should be here any minute.”

As soon as he said it the limousine rolled in.

”Great timing, Sergei!” Arsen said.

The diplomat and his assistant threw their luggage in the back, and jumped into the limousine.

“Picked up a sandwich for you on the way sir.”

”Thanks Sergei, just how I like it!”

As the limo accelerated away from the airport Ilyasov bit into his sandwich. Not the best, but it would have to suffice for the coming days. The Ahranaian landscape was very intriguing going into Moskovo, he noted, looking out the window, and so would the diplomatic one in days to come. 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

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0800 AT | People's Palace, Moskovo, Ahrana | 1st of May 2018

Ivanoff looked at his watch to see what time it was, 0800 AT, then walked to his desk to make a phone call to the Garage.

Its about the time to start Heading to the Moskovo International Airport, please head that way in the State Cars and bring them to the People's Palace. I will be awaiting their Arrivals. Also if they have their own ride to the Palace place them in the Middle of the precession cannot have anything happen to them on their way here. Understood?

<Aye Sir Understood>

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As he awaited their arrival Ivanoff went to his window to look out side and see the City, as he was looking he saw this little car in the State Car Parking and looked closely and saw a Heilig License Plate. He could only assume this was the Delegate from The Empire, and he looked and his thoughts were confirmed.

He walked over to his desk and made another Call this time to Palace Security:

Yes this is Secretary General Ivanoff, I need a Security Detail to the State Car parking to the small car with the Heilig License Plate. It is the Delegate for the Empire of @Derthalen so please do not rough him up to bad I dont need another issue on my hands right now.

<Aye sir>

He hung up the phone and walked to the window, within what seemed like seconds the Security Detail were already on it. They were coming from all sides with the guns drawn slowly moving closer to the car. Ivanoff could tell that Mr. Schnipser was not paying to much attention to his surroundings till he looked up and saw them moving at him.

What seemed like a complete 360 turn of the head was more of a 180 turn but Schnipser was freaking out. The Security Detail were yelling for him to get out of the Car with his hands in the air and turn and face them and walk to them. As he walked towards them men they got closer to him and the lead placed his weapon in the holster and proceeded to get the handcuffs as he was placing them on he stopped and said something to Schnipser and they turned around to look at Ivanoff and that's when the team all laughed. Ivanoff waved for him to come in and join him at the front door for the greeting.

Ivanoff turned and walked to the front of the palace and stepped out as he did so the cameras outside flashed a couple of times but they waited till Schnipser was closer to begin the real flash hurricane. As the delegate walked to him, Ivanoff placed his hand out and shook his hand and said to Schnipser:

Please do forgive me for my dry sense of humor I just wanted to have fun with you a bit. I hope it wont cause to much of an issue between us. Yet welcome to the Capital and welcome to the Ceremony. Oh and smile your going to be on the page of the Newspaper.

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The airport lounge was silent as Nordeng and Stenberg waited. Aside from the tapping of Nordeng's laptop keys and the occasional clinking of glasses from some quiet couple at the bar, the place was void of noticeable sound. In Nordeng's opinion, this was what Ahrana was. A country empty of anything meaningful, a country that looked great on the outside but was internally dead. The Confederation was one last hope to grasp at international straws, a desperate attempt to establish themselves on the international stage, where so many refused to recognise their communist regime. Nordeng was aware that the United States were amongst the few countries that had officially recognised the new Socialist Federation, but he was also aware that Duval was deeply regretting that decision.

Unexpectedly, the lounge doors swung open and a friendly looking fellow approached their table. With a warm smile on his face and a gentle complexion, Nordeng knew he wasn't facing an Ahranaian, and was immediately at ease. Although he was unsure who this really was, he was glad to finally see a happy face in the sullen airport. A quick introduction from the man told a relieving story: @Andalla's Nikolai Lagerfeld, the country's ambassador to Ahrana, had come to greet them. 

With much sorrow, Nordeng and Stenberg couldn't stay long. Their KAP K6 had arrived, and would be part of the motorcade that would whisk the delegates away to the People's Palace. Despite inviting Lagerfeld to travel with them, the Andallan opted to take his own transport. For that, Nordeng was thankful. While a kind gesture, the K6 would've been a tight squeeze with three gentlemen in the rear. The upcoming K7 would be more suitable for a larger group of people.

The trip to the palace wouldn't take long, and unlike his time in @Iverica, Julian could not appreciate the scenery. Instead, he was focused on an upcoming ATARA assembly, which would be the organisation's first. When it mattered, his full attention went to ATARA. After all, he was in competition for a key executive position in the group, and had to make a promising impression.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the Palace, Nordeng and Stenberg were swiftly booted out of the car and ushered towards the red carpet. At the ATARA founding ceremony, the Prymontian delegate had spent as much time as he possibly could on the catwalk, chatting to journalists, having his photo taken from varying angles and poses, and providing interviews for reporters. However, today was very different. The northerner made straight for the Secretary General, who was waiting by the grand doors of the Palace. He would ignore the flashes of the expensive cameras and the grand Ahranaian propaganda littering the path, with the fire in his eyes finding their path and making their importance known. Nordeng was angry, and rightfully so.

"What the hell was that?" Nordeng spat, ignoring Ivanoff's handshake offer. "You left us at an open airport, completely susceptible to terror attacks or prying paparazzi! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know the importance of this meeting? Does it matter that little to the Ahranaians that you don't care if your delegates make it here alive? Would it have been so hard for you to greet us at the airport, ensure our safety, and provide us with at least a semblance of warmth and friendliness? Or is your country to cold, too careless, for even that? Be glad that Prymont is only an observer. If we were a full member, you'd be getting your arse kicked."

Behind him, cameras flashed with exceeding intensity, capturing every moment of the heated outburst. Nordeng didn't care, however. He had no sympathy for socialists, and would be clear to make that known. Perhaps it would make his nation look disrespectful, and perhaps he'd be on the cover of national Ahranaian newspapers as an angry pig, but he couldn't let Ivanoff assume that how he'd gone about setting up the ceremony was suitable. Compared to their ATARA counterparts, the Confederation had a lot to learn.

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As the Delegates were arriving to the Palace the Presidential Guards made up a line down the Avenue to the Palace Gates. The first Delegate to make his way to the front steps was the Delegate for the United States of @Prymont

As he was walking to Ivanoff his stance and walk alerted the Guards around Ivanoff but with a movement of Ivanoffs hand they went back to attention but closely watched Nordeng to make sure nothing would happen.

Ivanoff was not amused with the lack of respect but it was also to be expected since the current relations between the United States and the Socialist Federation.

Now Mr. Nordeng I can assure you that there was security at the Airport it's just they don't dress like security but more like regular people like you and me.

Plus this is Ahrana and Ahranaian Hospitality is different compared to the hospitality you received in Ivercia. I cannot merely leave the confinment of the Palace to go to the Airport given my status in the Country. 

But please Nordeng come in and have some refreshments we have pastries and such for the Delegates while I greet the rest of the people involved.

Ivanoff made a mental note of the issue and was going to be sure to bring it up in the next Security Meeting in a few weeks. Plus he was going to make a mental note of the United States Delegate as well.

Ivanoff walked to the front steps and Waited for the next delegate to come forward....

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"Comrade Ivanoff! Good to see you, sir."

General Secretary Almas climbed up the steps in his characteristic broad stride, a smile on his spectacled face as he extended his hand to shake that of the Ahranian leader.

"A typical macho move by Prymont, was that not? Ah, but do not let it bother you; this is a proud day for socialism, my friend. Ahrana is to be commended on her devotion to international goodwill and cooperation."

Almas lowered the sound of his voice slightly, now no longer using the loud and boisterous "public" volume, and said "Perhaps we might arrange some time to meet in private during my stay in Ahrana? I understand you are a busy man, of course, but our nations have been far too long in meeting, and I believe we have much to discuss."

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As Ivanoff placed his hand out for Almas to shake the amount of respect in the handshake and firm look into the eyes, he knew that a great friendship had just been born.

Alams welcome to Ahrana and welcome to the Palace, that k you for coming and smile you'll be place on the front page along with everyone who comes.

Ivanoff lended him his ears for a moment and looked over to Ace who was standing to the left behind the guards. She made note and left for inside.

Almas I am a busy man yes but I'm sure we could find time at some point perhaps after the last day we could set up a meeting.

Ivanoff then moved aside and moved his arm up as to point to the area where the beverages and and such were located. After Almas had entered Ivanoff looked to welcome the next Delegate....

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Situation Critical: Andalla was now officially a messed-up political buffer zone.

Lagerfeld didn't expect Nordeng to explode that easily. Arriving right behind General Secretary Almas, he witnessed the whole spectacle from his car window.

"So much for @Prymont's climate, huh? Apparently it's really hot there," chuckled his chauffeur, Kolya. He was a funny, stout man in his late 40's, and a good friend of Lagerfeld.

"Oh, well... We'll just wait and see what happens," Lagerfeld sighed. "If Prymont-Ahrana relations have frayed up to the point of arguing before, well, everyone, we'd have to take a side one day. And either choice would have its consequences..."

As soon as Almas' car moved aside, Lagerfeld's Christensen Krona D20 came in for the cameras. Lagerfeld prayed hard that no one else would notice their blunder; Christensen Automotive was partially-owned by KAP. He never disliked Prymont, but nor did he want to be associated with them in front of Ahrana. To him, it felt like embarrassing Ivanoff, Ahrana's head of government, in front of the entire world. And who was he to do that? It was Ivanoff who was hosting the whole thing anyway.

News reporters and guards flanked the stairs leading up to the entrance, while Ivanoff stood there, expecting the next delegate. Lagerfeld stayed in the car for a few seconds, and, to his surprise, nobody came to open the door. The guards seemed almost static, watching every delegate's move since Nordeng's breakout. He mustered up all the courage he had, and at that time it was almost nonexistent, and opened the door himself. He stepped out of the car, while Angela followed close behind him, and walked up the stairs to greet the General Secretary. It would be his first time to meet Ivanoff, and one of the rare occassions when he actually got to meet a foreign leader.

"Mr. Ivanoff, it is my utmost pleasure to be able to meet you today," said Lagerfeld as he shook hands with Ivanoff. "And please allow me to, uh, apologize for the scene caused by Mr. Nordeng. It wasn't his fault really."

Ivanoff replied, then the two posed for a quick picture by Angela on Lagerfeld's kPhone 5. slowly went up the stairs to the entrance. Inside, he met Mr. Schnipser, @Derthalen's delegate, or so he heard from Angela. The two immediately struck up a conversation, and somehow Schnipser managed to release a short word on what happened to him earlier. The two shook hands, posed for another picture, then Lagerfeld went away.

As he walked to the main hall, he barely noticed the palace's impressive interior. He was too busy pondering about the events that just happened - the lack of hospitality at the airport and on the red carpet, the outrage of Nordeng, and the "little" joke directed at Schnipser. He looked down shook his head at the way the events played out - much to the confusion of the ones looking on, as he was thinking to himself. If the first day was already a disaster...

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OOC: @Derthalen, that was the single best post on this website, ever. 😂

OOC (2): Nice Lada you got there, Derth. Love it!

OOC (3): Retrospective...


Lagerfeld eyed Schnipser confusingly, yet held enough sympathy for the Derthaler to keep quiet and pretend to fully understand. He assumed that Schnipser was trying to point at his car, but for crying out loud, they were already inside! Luckily for Lagerfeld, that wasn't the worst English he'd encountered during his stay in Ahrana. But at least he understood... A bit.

He shook hands briefly with the delegate, then told Angela to take a quick picture. "Just one, make it nice and quick," said Lagerfeld as usual. And then he walked off.

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Ilyasov walked up, eyes hidden under sunglasses.

”Good morning Mr. Ivanoff. I hope this is the start of a pleasant convention. Let’s take a couple pictures.”

*snap* *snap*

”Great! Hope we agree on most terms. Thanks for the hospitality.”

Good job, he thought to himself. No Prymontian outbursts or Derrhaler miscues. It was extremely simple, in and out.

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OOC: Mr. Lagerfeld. Nikolai is his first name (He still does like to be called Nik, though, but I guess this must be a formal thing and all).

OOC (2): Trying to socialize with as many delegates as possible. Don't be afraid if I suddenly mention you 😈 But if you want to play along, which I highly suggest you do, go ahead and include the conversation in your post. The topic? Anything, really. Lagerfeld's a hip, friendly guy. You can fill in his dialogues too if you'd like.


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Despite the many blunders Ahrana had made in the process of welcoming the delegates, the "stairs" were one thing to behold. To Lagerfeld, it was a good move; going "up" the stairs signified "a step down" to the way of life to common people, albeit ironically (ba dum tsss). And he was surely a people person, like his good friend and mentor Alexander Bendtsen.

As they walked up, Lagerfeld struck up a short, lighthearted conversation with the delegate from @Mauridiviah. When they finally reached the Suite Level, the two bid their goodbyes. Lagerfeld vowed to continue the conversation sometime later.

As Ivanoff slowly began announcing the rooms, Lagerfeld listened eagerly. It was the first time he'd seen the General Secretary in person, and now he was talking. It was in English, though, which meant Ivanoff's distinct Ahranaian accent had a significant impact on the way he delivered his words. But that was totally fine for Lagerfeld, who had sort-of perfected the Ahranaian accent himself. He made a mental note to slightly modify his voice to sound more "Ahranaian" when talking to Ivanoff in-person, so the two could relate and so he could have a bit of fun. But mostly because he wanted to have a bit of fun.

Super Secret Note: I can actually manage a good impression of the Russian accent myself...


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"Funny," Lagerfeld whispered to Angela as Ivanoff led Nordeng to his "Gustov" suite. "I thought these guys were so... 'done' with Royalty; I guess not—"

"Nik!" came a voice from behind. It was Kolya. "I hope I wasn't too late."

A particularly unorthodox thing that Lagerfeld was known for doing was letting any of his aides or employees accompanying him, usually the chauffeur, to be a part of the delegation. With his mission already located in Moskovo, it was usually just a short drive to wherever the event was. And that would mean a huge cut in logistics, which meant a much smaller delegation. Lagerfeld was happy to have as much company as he could.

As Ivanoff briefed the Andallan delegation on the room itself, well, that was another story. Three rooms?

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Location: Moskovo, People's Palace
Time & Date: 0332018.M3 (May First, 2018)

On the first day, there was mistakes; Mr Schnipser looked upon this and saw it was all right. Again on the first day, there was weird people; Mr. Schipser looked upon this and saw it was distressing. Yet still on the first day, there was a comfy room; Mr. Schnipser looked upon this and saw it was best.

Now that he had been shown to his room, he quickly took advantage of the free time he had been given. He pulled out his favourite records from the gift baskets, and very quickly got to finding a the record player to enjoy them on. He lunged into those containing foodstuffs and the stocked kitchenette and began making up his favourite foods and snacks in a mad dash. Finally, done with that, he headed to the bathroom with a tray of snacks and with his favourite sort of music playing, and he took a nice scolding bath while eating his meal and reviewing the relevant documents to this ceremony again... At least, that was the plan. Upon inspection of the music available, he realised that all of it was either nursery songs or music aimed at children between the ages of ten and fifteen. No problem! 'I can still have a nice meal and a bath.' With that thought in mind, he made for the foodstuffs. To his utter and almost complete devastation, he discovered three forms of pickled fish in assorted sour tasting creams, some oozy stick things, insects, shelled creatures, crackers, and very thinly sliced and oddly spiced meats. Almost completely dejected, he took the crackers and the thinly sliced meats along with documents into the bathroom. There his last sliver of hope was crushed. Rather than finding a nice copper bath, he found a black tile shower with nozzles all over the place and a seat. He stepped into the shower with his crackers and meats (he could not bring the document for they would become wet), and had a very sad shower.

A few hours later he would discover a red button, which when pressed allowed him to communicate with someone who would get things for him. He did note that except for the first and second time, the rest of his requests had been met with grumbling and annoyance. He generally wrote that off as the staff not liking their jobs, though there was one odd occasion when he was asking for an extra blanket when he got someone who sounded just like Ivanoff, and even had the same name! What a small country this is.

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After his outburst, Nordeng felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Perhaps he'd be painted as a madman by Ahranaian media, and perhaps he'd be receiving a stern phone call from President Duval later on that night, but it'd been worth it to put the Secretary General in his place, even if the man didn't seem phased by it. He'd pose for press photos with a sh*t-eating grin, while Stenberg was noticeably uncomfortable, and proceed with the other delegations and Ivanoff upstairs to be issued their rooms.

Being given the first and, Nordeng assumed, most important room didn't quell his anger with the communists. While the Gustove Suite was sizeable and luxurious, he'd been given better at the ATARA founding ceremony. As Stenberg found a comfy armchair and began revising some documents regarding the ceremony, Nordeng was feeling peckish and decided to investigate the food offerings. Of course, there was some locally caught fish, although it was dressed in such a way that would be binned back home; some meats, although they were thinly sliced and not enough to feed a mouse; and some savoury items, although there weren't enough to fill his stomach and were too bland to eat alone. Champagne had also been provided, and Nordeng could appreciate that however. It wasn't as old as he would've liked, but it'd help to get a bit tipsy and enjoy himself in such a repulsive country.

The delegate joined his right hand man in the lounge area, enjoying his alcohol and offering a glass to Lionel, who swiftly refused. Julian knew that he was teetotal, but would constantly try to persuade him otherwise. "It's good champagne, Lionel! Quite surprising for the communists, I know. You'd think they'd be busy offering us vodka and pickle juices, but it's good stuff. Give it a go!"

"No thank you, Julian. I'd advise that you stay away from the drinks until later in the evening in case we're summoned for whatever reason, but you've started listening to my advice less and less recently, so it doesn't matter. I won't comment on what you did at the stairs to Ivanoff either. You may hate the communist regime, but they're our hosts, Julian. You can't act like a spoilt brat, especially considering the tense relations between Prymont and Ahrana."

"Why do you have to be so anal? Relax, enjoy yourself! If I want to shout at some commies, then I'll shout at them!"

"We're here to observe the happenings of the Confederation, and to report back to Duval on what we find. We can't observe if we're ejected from the organisation. I hope you understand that." Stenberg looked up from his papers, glancing around the room with surprise. "Did you spot a kettle anywhere? I'm desperate for some tea."

The Prymontians would remain in their suite until 10am, when they were supposed to be taken away to the Supreme People's Assembly Hall. What that event would consist of, Stenberg wasn't exactly sure, but he'd try his best to keep Nordeng on a tight leash anyway. He couldn't bear the embarrassment of being banned from the organisation on it's opening day.

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    • The NSAS, or in Esperanto: Nacia Sciiga Agentejo de Sffahkia and in French: Agence Nationale de Presse de Sffahkia, is the only allowed state-run news agency of Sffahkia. NSAS is your best (only) choice when choosing a source of news on the Final Revolution. The NSAS reports the truth as it is defined in the State Codex.    "La NSAS estos la nacia novaĵagentejo kaj kiel tia estos la sola agentejo, kiu rajtas krei amaskomunikilaron, kiu en naturo similas novaĵojn." -Niĉjo Parlanto "La novaĵagentejo, kiu plu semos la semojn de la fina revolucio en la mensoj de la popolo de Sffahkia. Novaĵagento libera de la koruptaj influoj, kiuj malhelpas la finan revolucion kaj ĝiajn finajn verojn." -Nikolao Kondukanto The NSAS is located in Nova Urbo where it functions to unite all of Sffahkia. The NSAS insures that all Sffahkians receive the same news regardless of social status. 
    • @Orioni methinks we should expand the forum background image library a bit with a few seasonal images. (Reposting some of @Iverica's choices because I think those would look great.) For those of you who didn't know yet, you can change the background image of the forums by clicking on this button:
    • So during the last few weeks, we've experienced a flood of top-notch Europa memes on our Discord (which you can join here ). So I figured instead of annoying people with pinning every single one of them in the #sh*tposting channel, it's time to create a proper gallery for our masterworks of memery. Feel free to post and/or discuss Europa memes in this thread!
      @Asgeirria, 14.04.2018
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      @Sunset Sea Islands, 20.05.2018 To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand @Ratopia. The humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of international relations most of the jokes will go over a typical roleplayer's head. There's also Rat's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation- his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realise that they're not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Ratopia truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in Rat's existential catchphrase "Cabbages are funny," which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Ratopia's genius wit unfolds itself on their message boards. What fools.. how I pity them. 😹
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      @Fulgistan , 20.05.2018 "f*ckingrat.png"
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      @Asgeirria , 20.05.2018 (that one must be my favourite)
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      @Fulgistan and @Prymont, 20.05.2018
      @Ratopia , 20.05.2018
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      @Orioni, 20.05.2018
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