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Cngrats to the both teams. Greetings from Telemachos. Nice reports.

İki ittifağı da tebrik ediyorum. Çok güzel raporlar. Telemachostan selamlar.

The moon hung low over the Mediterranean, casting silver ripples across the restless waters. A lone figure stood at the bow of a vessel gliding silently through the waves, their eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the island. It was Cyprus—ancient and scarred, a land steeped in history and conflict.

The figure hummed a tune softly, a melody known to many in Turkey, its haunting refrain echoing in the salty breeze. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they whispered, “I may come suddenly, one night.”

This was not a casual visit. The Cypriots knew the song well, its verses woven into their memories of turbulent times. It spoke of sudden arrivals, of decisive moments, of bold actions under the cover of darkness. For those familiar with the region’s history, the song was more than music—it was a harbinger.

For years, guerrilla warfare had dominated these shores. Hit-and-run tactics, ambushes, and fleeting battles had left both sides weary. The shadowy figures that once moved like ghosts through the hills had grown quieter. Their strategies, once effective, now seemed relics of a fading era. The times were changing, and the tides of war no longer favored those who clung to outdated methods.

But this mission was different. The leader of the once-feared guerrilla forces, a man named Raynod, had been cornered. Trapped in a labyrinthine hideout deep within the mountains, he was a symbol of defiance, a relic of a cause that had long since lost its momentum. The figure on the boat, a seasoned operative, had been sent not just to capture him, but to deliver a message.

The plan was meticulous, crafted with precision and purpose. No longer would there be endless skirmishes and retreats. The time had come for a swift, decisive strike. As the vessel neared the shore, the operative’s thoughts turned to Raynod. He was a man of conviction, but even the most steadfast leaders were not immune to the weight of their choices.

When the team disembarked, they moved silently, their steps muffled by the soft sand. They advanced with calculated precision, slipping through the darkened landscape like shadows. By dawn, the hideout was in sight, concealed within a rocky outcrop.

The confrontation was swift. Raynod, weary and cornered, stood amidst the rubble of his sanctuary. His eyes, once fierce, now held a flicker of resignation. “You came,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both defiance and acceptance.

The operative stepped forward, the tune still echoing faintly in their mind. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they thought, “I may come suddenly, one night.” They met Raynod’s gaze and spoke, their voice firm but not unkind. “Your time has passed. Your battles are over. Surrender now, and perhaps you will find a measure of peace.”

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, the story of Raynod and his guerrilla fighters reached its inevitable conclusion. The past, with all its turbulence and strife, began to fade, leaving behind only echoes of a haunting melody and the promise of a new day.

Tebrik ederim arkadaşlar çok güzel raporlar. Telemachostan selamlar.

Arkadaşlar merhaba, Biz yabancı bir sunucuda oynuyoruz ama adamlara karşı aldığımız raporları bir türlü paylaşamıyoruz. Moderatör incelemesi diyor. Birisi hesabın onaylı değil diye gibi bişey dedi post atman gerek dedi. Bunun aslı astarı nedir bilen var mı?

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pakmen  Riandson  threea  Once  Lysippe  KronoS  domynator  badidol  -SWAT-

Dear moderators, Can you please approve our shares too. SF team shares reports and texts without moderator approvals but our reports and sharings are waiting for days.

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Also the moderator of this chat does not allow our battle reports to share

There is a simple explanation for this.

You are unverified accounts with less than 10 posts, trying to use a shitload of links (various links from Youtube as well as ikalogs and others) and therefore automatically get your posts disabled by the system if they include links. No moderator ever even looked at your posts, this is an automated spam protection system.

Go make some reasonable, good posts in other areas of the forum and you'll be able to use links. It's as simple as that.

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Thanks for your response dear Moderator.

pakmen  Riandson  threea  Once  Lysippe  KronoS  domynator  badidol  -SWAT-

Dear moderators, Can you please approve our shares too. SF team shares reports and texts without moderator approvals but our reports and sharings are waiting for days.

The moon hung low over the Mediterranean, casting silver ripples across the restless waters. A lone figure stood at the bow of a vessel gliding silently through the waves, their eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the island. It was Cyprus—ancient and scarred, a land steeped in history and conflict.

The figure hummed a tune softly, a melody known to many in Turkey, its haunting refrain echoing in the salty breeze. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they whispered, “I may come suddenly, one night.”

This was not a casual visit. The Cypriots knew the song well, its verses woven into their memories of turbulent times. It spoke of sudden arrivals, of decisive moments, of bold actions under the cover of darkness. For those familiar with the region’s history, the song was more than music—it was a harbinger.

For years, guerrilla warfare had dominated these shores. Hit-and-run tactics, ambushes, and fleeting battles had left both sides weary. The shadowy figures that once moved like ghosts through the hills had grown quieter. Their strategies, once effective, now seemed relics of a fading era. The times were changing, and the tides of war no longer favored those who clung to outdated methods.

But this mission was different. The leader of the once-feared guerrilla forces, a man named Raynod, had been cornered. Trapped in a labyrinthine hideout deep within the mountains, he was a symbol of defiance, a relic of a cause that had long since lost its momentum. The figure on the boat, a seasoned operative, had been sent not just to capture him, but to deliver a message.

The plan was meticulous, crafted with precision and purpose. No longer would there be endless skirmishes and retreats. The time had come for a swift, decisive strike. As the vessel neared the shore, the operative’s thoughts turned to Raynod. He was a man of conviction, but even the most steadfast leaders were not immune to the weight of their choices.

When the team disembarked, they moved silently, their steps muffled by the soft sand. They advanced with calculated precision, slipping through the darkened landscape like shadows. By dawn, the hideout was in sight, concealed within a rocky outcrop.

The confrontation was swift. Raynod, weary and cornered, stood amidst the rubble of his sanctuary. His eyes, once fierce, now held a flicker of resignation. “You came,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both defiance and acceptance.

The operative stepped forward, the tune still echoing faintly in their mind. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they thought, “I may come suddenly, one night.” They met Raynod’s gaze and spoke, their voice firm but not unkind. “Your time has passed. Your battles are over. Surrender now, and perhaps you will find a measure of peace.”

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, the story of Raynod and his guerrilla fighters reached its inevitable conclusion. The past, with all its turbulence and strife, began to fade, leaving behind only echoes of a haunting melody and the promise of a new day.

SF likes stories and they have one wtih their leader now You can read it to your children before sleep.

They just like running away when they see an army against them. We just see palms when we get to their islands and in our islands Also the moderator of this chat does not allow our battle reports to share

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