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by Preston
Sat Jun 29, 2019 6:24 am
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Tales of Valour
Replies: 17
Views: 3227

Re: Tales of Valour

An except from Embrea As I Knew It: One Man's Tale of Life in Wallasea's Last Dictatorship by Jaime Ventura, published 2017 "What are you in for?" It's a universal question in every prison and correctional facility in the world, whenever a new inmate arrives. The cell-world equivalent of ...
by Preston
Sat Jun 15, 2019 6:30 am
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Tales of Valour
Replies: 17
Views: 3227

Re: Tales of Valour

Mauricio liked flying. From thirty thousand feet up, the whole of the land and sea blended into one another. The hills and fields and forests below painted a palette of greens, yellows and browns, dotted by the anthills of small towns and the molehills of larger cities, their highways and suburbs sn...
by Preston
Thu Jun 13, 2019 5:21 am
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Radovan walks again
Replies: 34
Views: 1876

Re: Radovan walks again

In days long past, the city of Verin sat on Prekovar soil. Blessed as it was with rolling hills rich in copper ore, it grew throughout the ages from a village of no real consequence, to a market town through which traders passed on the road to Ostrava or to the Embrean coast, to a major economic hub...
by Preston
Thu Jun 13, 2019 4:28 am
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Radovan walks again
Replies: 34
Views: 1876

Re: Radovan walks again

"Hmph. What do you make of all this, Felipe?" Gustavo Santana set the binder thick with paper down on the table with a thud that did little to hide what he made of all this. Gustavo was nearing seventy, and age had changed him as it so often does. Every day, a new ache, a new petty frustra...
by Preston
Wed Jun 12, 2019 6:51 am
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Radovan walks again
Replies: 34
Views: 1876

Re: Radovan walks again

The sun beat down oppressively as Alberto walked his daily routine. There were no clouds in the sky, not here in the interior, nor any shade trees to be found. And in any case, he hardly had time to rest his sweat-drenched brow. There was always work to be done, of some sort. Wiping his brow, he pro...
by Preston
Wed Jun 12, 2019 6:29 am
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Radovan walks again
Replies: 34
Views: 1876

Re: Radovan walks again

TRANSCRIPT OF REMARKS DELIVERED BY CPO BERNARDO GARCIA MENDES, DIRECTOR GENERAL, UPON THE OPENING OF THE X PRESIDIUM OF THE NATIONAL DIRECTIVE 10 JUNE 2019 ---FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE--- Companheiros, I congratulate you upon the opening of the Tenth Presidium of the National Directive! Companheiros, I...
by Preston
Sun Jun 09, 2019 10:52 pm
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Radovan walks again
Replies: 34
Views: 1876

Re: Radovan walks again

The office of the Director General was, its occupant supposed, much like the offices of heads of state everywhere else in the world. Rows of bookshelves, filled with books he had never read, nor had his predecessor, nor the man before them both. Where was the time to read, anyway? A few chairs, next...
by Preston
Thu May 09, 2019 6:26 am
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Radovan walks again
Replies: 34
Views: 1876

Re: Radovan walks again

POLICIA INTERNAL E DE DEFENSA DO ESTADO SECTION 40 (SPECIAL INTERNAL AFFAIRS) CLASSIFIED 4E (NOT FOR RELEASE TO PERSONNEL BELOW GRADE 32) SUBJECT: IMPACT ASSESSMENT OF DEVELOPING SITUATION IN PREKOVY-COCKAYGNE BORDER REGION ABSTRACT: A developing situation involving troop movements and an increasing...
by Preston
Thu May 09, 2019 5:27 am
Forum: The Bar
Topic: ZMZ Cookbook: Fine Recipes
Replies: 20
Views: 1092

Re: ZMZ Cookbook: Fine Recipes

Carbonara a la Preston Battle Order: Large saucepan (4qts) Measuring cups/measuring spoons Medium to large skillet Pasta server Wooden stirring spoon Small bowl Strainer Ingredients: 16oz standard spaghetti 1 stick butter, unsalted (MUST be real butter, not margarine) 1 cup whole milk or heavy crea...
by Preston
Thu Feb 14, 2019 6:30 pm
Forum: The Great Game
Topic: Tales of Valour
Replies: 17
Views: 3227

Re: Tales of Valour

Excerpts From Embrea, Part I: The Apathetic It’s 6 AM, and my alarm is going off. Hit the off button, brush the sleep from my eyes, and get ready to begin my day. Wednesday. The weekend creeps closer, close enough to make out in your mind’s eye, but not so close as to distract you from the fact tha...

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