Game 1: After Fall 1901
I am in deep hashish.
The evil, vile, infidel mohammaden has thrust at me, and I guessed wrong in a big way.
My moves, as you recall, were:

F Sev - Bla
A Ukr - War
A StP - Nwy
F Bot - Swe
Well, here's the good news. I got Sweden.
The bad news?
Turkey did:
F Ank - Con
A Arm - Sev
A Bul S A Gal - Rum
The Turko-Austrian alliance is now very apparent.

And I am out of this game inside another two years.
I hate to admit it, because I have a very big ego, but those two bastards played me like a fish.
Well, there is little I can do right now. Neither Italy nor Germany are in any position (nor likely have any desire) to help.
The salt for rubbing? Turkey then sends a message to taunt.
Bad form, Turkey, bad form.
Ook ook
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