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This is an invite only RP, between Wuzzonoa (Aquilla) and Indra Prime.

Anyway, the first golf course has opened on Rhetalia, under the authority of Wuzzonoa. See this thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=66430&start=240). The premier of Indra Prime and the Wuzzonoan Overseer of Affairs in the Rhetalian System (WOARS) are playing the first game.

Tomorrow if I have time I'll start the game. After all I'm the only one who knows what the course looks like.

I'll post a description of the course as soon as I can.

-W

The Senior Director of Indra Prime is awaiting your communique.

The Senior Director of Indra Prime is awaiting your communique.

Tag, I'll get this later.

Alrighty then. TG me when the game may commence.

OK, I've had to dream up an entire golf course but here it is.

A small putting green and pro shop are located inside the clubhouse, where we start. From there we proceed to the first hole. It is short -- 180 yards -- but a lake extends from the 100 yard mark to the hole. You can hit your ball to the fairway in front of the lake and then hit it over; you can hit your ball to the fairways on either the left or the right of the lake, and then make a straight shot towards the hole; or you can hit your ball over the lake and onto the green (high backspin works well). Par three.

Joe Ritlheid, Wuzzonoan Director of Interplanetary Affairs, CEO of WuzonRec, and Secretary of State of Aquilla, turns to the SD of IP.

"Would you like to take the first shot?"

Dabump

"If you don't care, I'll be more than happy to go first."

Robert Mueller, The Senior Director of Indra Prime, steps up to the tee off position with his titanium 4 iron and pulls a tee out of one pocket and a golf ball with the Indra Prime Flag on the side. He looks down the fairway to judge the distances with this new golf course designed by the nation of Aquilla. He lines himself up with the golf ball and tries to visualize the path the ball is going to take. He takes a few light practice swings before he is ready to take the first shot ever on this wonderful golf course. Once ready he steps up to the ball. He checks the angle once more for accuracy and swings his club. The ball is hit square on the end and is sent flying. its arc is absolutely perfect. With the minor amounts of wind today there will be a little movement in the balls trajectory. As the ball comes closer to the ground, Mueller winces as the ball looks to land at the very edge of the water on the left hand side of the lake. However, a short gust of wind nudges the balls decent enough and the ball lands on the fairway just inches from the edge of the lake.

"Whew. THAT was a close one. Bet you can't get one any closer to the lake than that."

Mueller takes his tee of the green and steps back to let Joe take his first swing on this fabulous course.

"Well, I probably could, but I'd get a one stroke penalty."

Ritlheid smiles as he steps up to the tee. He looks through his clubs and selects a 2 iron. He decides a backspin would be proper, as years of practice have enabled him to hit farther than most. He hits the ball high. The ball arcs up over the lake, and then comes down towards the green. The ball strikes the green, bounces forward, and rolls backward.

"Look, it's headed for the hole!"

The ball rolls backward and teeters on the edge of the hole.

[OOC: Shall he get a hole in one? Twould be a nice way to start the day, but don't want to be accused of godmodding...decide on your post.]

any reason for delay?

ooc: yeah RL sorry. Also can't imagine someone yelling Godmodding in a golf game. That would be a new low.

ic: As the ball rolled backward it teetered on the edge of the hole just before it fell in.

"Eh must be owners luck. I can betcha it won't happen again."

Mueller stepped up to the ball and aimed for the hole. With what can only be described as a precision hit, the ball goes sailing and impacts the ground five feet from the hole. The ball bounces and lands slightly on the other side of the hole which would make the shot equivalent to par. He walks back up and putts in the ball giving the Leaders of the two nations playing a score of -2 and 0.

[code:1:dcd55ac489]
Hole 1 T
Par 3 72
Mueller 3 0
Ritlheid 1 -2
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"What a way to start the day.

"Now, where are our golf carts...ah, there!"

Joe points to the cart garage. Course attendants wheel out one golf cart painted blue and yellow with an eagle on the side, representing the Aquillan flag. Another cart comes out, similarly resembling the Indra Prime flag. On to hole two.

Hole two is much different. The clubhouse and hole one are on top of a hill. The tee for hole two is as well. You must hit your ball over a small forest of indigenous trees [75 yards] then, beyond it, firm fairway extends 60 yards wide to the 200 yard mark; at that point the fairway takes a 115 degree turn to the left, with deep rough on the inside and more trees on the outside of the angle. The fairway extend 150 yards to the green, flanked on the left by deep rough, on the right by trees. On both sides of and behind the green are sand traps. Total: 357 yards, par 4.

As Joe drove his golf cart to the tee for hole two, he saw a rock in the road. He tried to avoid it but couldn't.

BUMP!

"Going to have to tell the groundskeepers to quit slacking on the job."

OOC: Ooh, can I join you guys?

Hmm...ask Indra Prime.

eeaahBUMP

hey, I'm cool wid it. and I apologize yet again for my absence of late. Lost a member of the family.

OK. Sorry to hear.

JJR, come on and play the first hole while Mueller and I play #2. Try and catch up with us.

And you metalworkers, make a green and white golf cart and make it double quick.

Note to Indra Prime; for future reference, Mueller will always go first.

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At the Rhetalian Golf Course

A hydrazine powered limousine pulled up to the Club House and out stepped the leader of Indra Prime Robert Mueller. He walked around to the back of the vehicle where his driver was removing his clubs from the truck. "Thank you, Frank." he said. He turned on his heel and headed into the club house where a golf attendant took his clubs off his hands and took them out to the golf cart that was awaiting him. Mueller went up to the concierge and asked him where to find Ritlheid. The man pointed him to the Solarium where Mueller could see him sipping some beverage of some kind and reading a magazine. He hurried over to his new golfing partner and expressed his sincerest apologies.

"Joe I am so sorry for having to get up and run like that. There was an international incident that was brewing that needed my attention. I promise to stay and finish the game with you, but instead of playing regular golf with no stakes, how about we raise the ante, whaddya say?"

"Hey, no prob; I had to run off just the same; I just got back. The groundskeepers have kept it niiice and fresh for us. It's still an un-played on course."

"Gambling eh? Outlawed in Aquilla. But since we aren't in Aquilla...why not. Here's a thousand oodlebags that says I beat you and another five hundred that says I beat that other guy.

Oh yeah, didn't I tell you? Old friend of our country, we go waaay back, wanted to join us. ll'probably be here any minute. From place called Jangle Jangle Ridge. ll'catch up with us once he gets here.

Want a drink before we start on our second hole? Made from some Rhetalian fruit that we're growing on this course. Makes for one naasty hazard. ts'on the next hole, you can see it once we get there. But pretty good if I do say so myself, no more alchoholic than wine. Just remember, don't drink and drive! Ha ha!

Sorry if I ramble on a bit, characteristic of Aquillans. So, how bout it?"

1 oodlebag = 1 US dollar at the end of November 1989.

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OOC: Damn dude, I am sooo sorry for neglecting this one. I promise to finish this game this time.

IC: Mueller came running back to the solarium expressing his deepest apologies for further delaying the golf game. "Joe, I don't know what has been going on. apparently the Fates don't want this golf game to finish for some reason. But you know lets tempt the Fates and see what they do once we finish this game. That bet you were discussing before I had to get up and run to the communications center will do just fine. I just hope youre willing to lose your money" he said with a grin. "We had better not waste any more time and get this show on the road. Lets head out to the carts and get to the second hole."

With that the two men left the clubhouse and walked the hundred meters to where their golfcarts waited them already loaded with their clubs.

The prime minister of Babylon Prime respectfully requests to join your delayed (longass) game of golf.

Me too.

Babylon go right ahead since JJR is not showing up.

Indra you go first.

Mueller stepped out of his snazzy golfcart which continuously played the Indra Prime National Anthem softly in the background and walked around to the back of the cart to select the driver for this hole. For this hole he decided to play it fairly safe because of the amount of time he had been out of the swing of things with all the wars he had to preside over recently. He decided to forgo the number one driver and took the adamantium and titanium three "wood" into his hands and felt the soft supple leather-plastic that the handle of the club was wrapped in. He reached into the light, baggy golf pants he wore and pulled out a tee that had the Indran Flag emblazoned all around it. From his other pocket he withdrew a seemingly ordinary white golf ball with no logo, which seemed out of place with all the Indran decorations on the other golf equipment in Mueller's possession. He placed the tee along with the golf ball in the center of the tee mount and positioned himself in such a way that would give him a good shot down the center of the golf course. He took a few practice swings right next to the tee to get himself warmed back up for the challenging game ahead of him. Confident in his approach to the swing, he stepped toward the golf ball and positioned his club right behind the ball. He broke his concentration with the ball to look up at Joe.

"Hey Joe, get ready to see this ball do some amazing things. I've been
practicing, ya know."

He returned his focus onto the shot he was about to make and poured all the concentration he had into making this drive the best of the game. He drew the club back and swung it picture perfectly. As the club came down and made contact with the ball, the ball exploded into a cloud of white smoke. He turned from his position to see Joe and the prime minister of Babylon Rising trying desparately to withold their laughter but not succeeding in doing so. He found himself smiling, and then chuckling at the faux ball he had just detonated.

"Damnit! I thought I told Susannah NOT to put those exploding golf balls in my bag. Gentlemen, THAT is the reason why you don't want to have a woman, much less your wife taking care of your golf equipment when you go on vacation."

He shook his head while still trying to keep a straight face about him, though he was failing miserably at it.

"Lets try this again shall we?"

This time he walked back down to his golf bag and got out one of the golf balls that had the Indran Seal on it and tapped it with his club to make usre it wasn't one of those that would explode or change direction midflight. Satisfied that it was a legitimate longfly golf ball he took it up to where the tee sat and placed it on the tee and got himself ready for his hit. Like before he took a few practice swings and then stepped up to the tee to do the real thing.

"Lets get this game going." He said under his breath. He pulled his club back to the apex of his swing arc and brought it down just like a pro. When the club hit the ball there was a resounding crisp, clean, smack as the club head found the golf ball's sweet spot. The ball soared up and up until it was a speck in the sky and then a gust of wind caught the ball from the other way and arrested the bulk of its forward movement. It fell from the sky with amazing speed and landed just a few meters shy of the 115 degree turn to the left and about twelve meters from the inside corner of the turn.

Joe stepped up to the tee. He would use his driver for this shot.

Mueller's first shot had given him an idea. He felt in his pocket. Yes, the canister of ammonium tri-iodide was still there. Just as always.

Thinking of the result after a light sprinkling on Mueller's ball when he wasn't looking tickled Ritlheid. He chuckled inadvertantly, and changed it into a cough.

"Ah, er, um, think I got a, um, a potato chip, stuck, in my, um, pocket, I mean, um um, throat." He coughed again and placed his golf ball on the tee.

He would try to curve the shot from right to left. He positioned the club so the ball would spin accordingly. He swung the club backward, and...

Thought of the ammonium tri-iodide again.

He was much too controlled to let that affect his swing too much, but as the club made contact with the ball, it was just a little off.

He choked again.

The ball flew over the trees, and began curving. It curved in the proper direction, but not enough. The ball dropped to the ground, and bounced in an odd way, toward the trees instead of the deep rough.

The ball rolled to a stop in a gooey glop of indigenous fruit.

Ritlheid said something nasty in Aquillan. The ball stopped about 125 yards from the green.