Gunnland
FTR
December 30, 2010
Knytlingsfort
Five-on-five shinny may have looked primitive to Europeans glued to the IFV Champions League, but pond hockey was the passion of Oelar. At the pubs of Knytlingsfort, truant workers from mines and sweatshops screamed for their hero, Gregers Erlingsson Smitan. "Ore, Ore, Iron Eir! Ore, Ore, Iron Eir!" Smitan was easily the best player in the UHA, dancing around the Redisx star Denys Denysson Haugr, bowling over Yungdrung Gutsak's massive defender Anders Tomasson Bakowsky, and smacking the puck through the legs of the Redisx goalie, his cousin, Jónstyr Petursson Viereskog. The furious crowd in the bleachers at the Great Copse, two hundred miles away in the capital, began to hurl snowballs onto the shinny-pond.
The rivalry was especially tense in this year's opener because the Yungdrung Gutsak goalkeeper's older brother, Robert Petursson, was the Knytlingsfort police captain who accidentally shot and killed Lord Eir's only son, Terje Sigvarthursson. (Nobody knew then that in a matter of weeks he would become prime minister.) The boisterous miners were pleased that the other Viereskog was no match for Smitan on the shinny-pond. Another goal. "Ore, Ore, Iron Eir! Ore, Ore, Iron Eir!"
The energy was a precious escape from everyday life in Olmolungring's only real city, unplanned and sprawling, where men left early for the diamond and iron mines and the women worked long hours in sweatshops contracted by Franconian companies. A city where Aren aid workers worked under the suspicious eyes of the priests, and the new ineffectual socialist ISRA government waved their fingers (and sometimes guns) at wealthy international bankers. There was no mystery why the people of Oberschlesnitz loathed Yungdrung Gutsak, the picturesque, sleepy, and well-fed town perched up higher in the mountains. The price of the country's refusal to modernize were the waves of the rural poor who washed up outside Knytlingsfort. Feudal anarchism made Yungdrung Gutsak a lovely little mountain town, but Knytlingsfort paid the price.
Knytlingsfort
Five-on-five shinny may have looked primitive to Europeans glued to the IFV Champions League, but pond hockey was the passion of Oelar. At the pubs of Knytlingsfort, truant workers from mines and sweatshops screamed for their hero, Gregers Erlingsson Smitan. "Ore, Ore, Iron Eir! Ore, Ore, Iron Eir!" Smitan was easily the best player in the UHA, dancing around the Redisx star Denys Denysson Haugr, bowling over Yungdrung Gutsak's massive defender Anders Tomasson Bakowsky, and smacking the puck through the legs of the Redisx goalie, his cousin, Jónstyr Petursson Viereskog. The furious crowd in the bleachers at the Great Copse, two hundred miles away in the capital, began to hurl snowballs onto the shinny-pond.
The rivalry was especially tense in this year's opener because the Yungdrung Gutsak goalkeeper's older brother, Robert Petursson, was the Knytlingsfort police captain who accidentally shot and killed Lord Eir's only son, Terje Sigvarthursson. (Nobody knew then that in a matter of weeks he would become prime minister.) The boisterous miners were pleased that the other Viereskog was no match for Smitan on the shinny-pond. Another goal. "Ore, Ore, Iron Eir! Ore, Ore, Iron Eir!"
The energy was a precious escape from everyday life in Olmolungring's only real city, unplanned and sprawling, where men left early for the diamond and iron mines and the women worked long hours in sweatshops contracted by Franconian companies. A city where Aren aid workers worked under the suspicious eyes of the priests, and the new ineffectual socialist ISRA government waved their fingers (and sometimes guns) at wealthy international bankers. There was no mystery why the people of Oberschlesnitz loathed Yungdrung Gutsak, the picturesque, sleepy, and well-fed town perched up higher in the mountains. The price of the country's refusal to modernize were the waves of the rural poor who washed up outside Knytlingsfort. Feudal anarchism made Yungdrung Gutsak a lovely little mountain town, but Knytlingsfort paid the price.