allo Zusammen,
das Team Ireland hat die DNWC gewonnen.
Ich möchte euch mit Details verschonen, aber nach stundenlanger Analyse-Diskussion unter anderem von den Team Frankreich, Italien und Co. gab es diese schöne Mail, welche ich euch nicht vorenthalten möchte.
Wie wahr das doch alles ist! Vorzüglich zusammengefasst!
Viele Grüße, Markus
Von: Paraic Reddington
An: DiplomacyWorldCup
Betreff: [DiplomacyWorldCup] I hear the albatross has terrible breath!
Datum: Mo, 18 Jun 2012 6:16 pm
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Gentlemen! (or women...or....whatever the rest of you are).
Do you remember a time when Diplomacy (I always spell it with a capital D....even when I mispell it as 'Diploamcy') was a pursuit for creative writing, tomfoolery and incessant bullshit? Do you??? Well I do!!! And I loved it!!
Back in those days you were just as likely to recieve a 24 page 8pt font tome from Jim Burgess as you were a 52 verse poem in perfect iambic pentameter.
These days, too many people use Diploamcy as an excuse to use long words, even when they don't know what they mean. The game these days is played by verbal bullies who like to get their own way and throw their toys out of the pram when they don't.
Good players...the REALLY good players, never whinge about a result. Toby Harris may take a position from 1 center to 14 and call your mother every name in the world in the process (and in fairness..she deserves a few of those)...but once the game is over....and he loses..he is a good sport and realises what the game is.
Complaining after the game is over is petulent, puerile, peevish, pedantic and any other P word that your word of the day toilet paper will give you (have you tried the Dilbert one? It's awesome!)
This kind of talk:
"I still call for anyone from team ireland to shut me down in a one to one game. Whatever happened to the fighting Irish?"
..sounds so pathetic it actually makes me cringe about the game. OUR game. "Oh yeah? Well MY Dad could beat YOUR Dad!". Yikes.
And THIS:
"You guys only have words?"
I don't even have to cover that one. I think Mr Calhamer did that on page 1 of his manual (although if Diploamcy was a punching contest I STILL think Ireland would have won it - although Australia would have come second (but got so drunk that they thought they won)).
Anyway....to summarise (that's 'summarize' for some of you)...as I am running out of steam (and my glass is decidedly empty, thanks for nothing pessimists!)..I will just say this:
Diploamcy is a game where we meet new people, worm our way into their lives to gain their trust by whatever means we know and then use their trust to whatever ends serve our purpose. But we have a lot of fun along the way and we create a lot of friendships (the memory of which lasts longer than a game). People who can't handle that dynamic should not play the game. It's a bastard of a game and it seems we finish every tournament these days with "Oh yeah? Well your Mother is a hamster and your Father smells of elderberries!!".
*sigh*
For the love of ['insert deity here' at the risk of offending people - Jesus is this really what we have been reduced to? Oh **** I said 'Jesus'...well...maybe nobody will notice....what are you thinking dumbass, you wrote it down?!..oh........right] can we not bring Diploamcy back to what it used to be? A Beautiful game of belligerent bullshit? I really enjoyed those days (although admittedly I don't remember many).
Yours in wordy, nerdy, nonsense.
Paraic
PS - In the interests of disclosure, I played for Australia.
PPS - But I'm Irish....originally.....but...then again....I'm probably Mesopotamian originally like many of you numbskulls who claim to be 'Irish American'. Sorry....my keyboard did that on its own.
PPPs - Conor...Irish Captain (great player from any of my experiences - although had terrible taste in glasses), I love your opening in your missive to Angelo..."Hi Angelo, Congratulations on the baby. I've a seven-month-old myself. I absolutely would love to know why...". Oh that's so classic weasel Diploamcy! Love it. "Oh is that right? As it turns out I have a one legged trampolining midget half-sister too!!"
PPPPS NO..I really do know how to spell Diplomayc...no..I mean Dipolmany....no...Dippodopterus...oh **** it...whatever. Nerds.
PPPPPs - this email has been brought to you by the letter P (or more honestly by the letters C2H5OH if the truth be known).
moin mädels 
