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Warning : Mushy Content Follows. Romanian Version included.
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Once upon a time, when a Romanian guy had just started spending some cash obtained by sentimental extortion from some French guy, there was a Finnish student with way too much time on his hands.

As we all know, a Finn's favourite pastime is sobering up after monstrous weekend drinking orgies, so that student of ours decided to fight fire by fire and choose the way of the Buddha combating hangover headaches by hangovers given to others. Hence, this student joined the weird world of eRepublik in a time of great glory for Finland, trolling left and right, making friends and enemies, learning monosyllabic foreign words and reusing them no matter the context, clicking more than twice the work and train buttons (we attribute this repetitiveness to the fact that his reflexes had been severely diminished by all the booze).

The glory times of Finland became quickly bygones, as their long RL quarrel with the Swedes did not produce any sustainable babybooms (both tend to settle their differences in drinking contests), but the student’s rise to fame had just started...

Guru of the IRC, he spent countless hours chatting with everybody or everything able to type a meaningful sentence. He met hordes of people and befriended a notable amount of them. He loved to instigate people just to find out what’s behind the keyboard, absorbing all kind of useless information like the distant origins of the RL Rom-Hun conflict. He was a funny, smart ass, joke cracking mofo and people started to love him for what he was - an ‘in your face’, sparky student who, in spite of living in one flawless society, was eager to learn about what’s beyond the horizon.

All that Finnish political correctness thingy got to his head eventually and he started his own Don Quixote crusade against those known in infamy as admins. But again, being Finnish he did it for all the wrong reasons, like supporting the game, helping the community and wanting the best for his fellow players. Just like Don Quixote, he failed miserably, but he failed in style. And we love him for that.

“Enemies” respected him, paparazzi followed him even in the bathroom, friends dedicated odes to him. He spent 2 years of his life among the headless chickens and guru meditations. He left and came back. But now it’s game over for him. Some people might call it quitting, others might call it a smart move, some might even rejoice in hearing this or say that he finally came to his senses...

But the fact is that, for this student who goes by the name of Zacu, the game is over for just one reason: he won the game. And this should be a lesson to us all, since this game is not won by pixels of map or by bits and bytes of virtual currency, it’s won by making friends, real life ones.
And Erwin Schauman made the most.

In the end of this mushy article, we, the friends he left behind, want to fix yet another bug in eRepublik. They don't have a “Won the game” medal in the profile, and Erwin deserves one. So we will award him a postquitum Media Mogul medal, for all the smiles he gave us over time.



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VERSIUNE IN DULCELE GRAI EMINESCIAN (adica in romana 😁
ATENTIE: continut siropos!

Odata ca niciodata, pe vremea cand un anume roman incepea sa toace niste fonduri extorcate prin santaj sentimental de la un anume francez, a fost un student finlandez cu mult prea mult timp liber.

Si avand in vedere, dupa cum stim cu totii (sau ar trebui sa stim, ca deh, globalizarea), ca ocupatia favorita a finlandezilor este dresul mahmurelii data de orgiile bahice de peste weekend, studentul nostru s-a decis sa foloseasca o metoda alternativa de stil budist, pe principiul cui pe cui se scoate, si a decis sa lupte impotriva durerilor de cap cu alte dureri de cap, pe care sa le dea altora : ) Si asa se facu ca studentul nostru s-a alturat minunatului erepublik intr-o perioada de marete intamplari pentru natia finlandeza, troluind in stanga si-n dreapta, castigand ceva prieteni si o gramada de dusmani, invatand cuvinte monosilabice in limbi straine si refolosindu-le la infinit indiferent de context si dand mult mai mult de 2 clickuri pe celebrele butoane de work si train (atribuim acest act repetitiv unei degradari a reflexelor datorate consumului de alcool)

Perioada de glorie a finlandei a fost de scurta durata, nordicii dovedindu-se incapabili sa produca babyboomuri sustenabile - cearta lor ancestrala cu suedezii finalizanduse mai degraba cu concursuri de baut decat cu pierderea timpului in fata calculatorului - dar drumul catre glorie a studentului abia incepuse.

Mare consumator de irc, si-a petrecut nenumarate ore discutand (de obicei in contradictoriu ) cu oricine sau orice era capabil sa tasteze o propozitie cu subiect si predicat. A intalnit hoarde de oameni si s-a imprietenit cu o parte importanta din ei. Printre placerile lui ciudate remarcam instigarea playerilor pentru a descoperi neuronul care se ascunde in spatele tastaturii si absorbirea a tot felul de informatii nefolositoare precum originea conflictului RL dintre romani si magyari. S-a dovedit amuzant, creieros si mistocar de clasa, si lumea a inceput sa il aprecieze pentru ceea ce era de fapt: un student relaxat, deschis, destept care, desi traia intr-una din societatile cele mai avansate si protectoare, era tot timpul avid sa descopere ce se intampla dincolo de lumea lui civilizata.

Evident ca toata educatia lui finlandeza i s-a urcat pana la urma la cap si a inceput propria lui cruciada a la Don Quijote impotriva infamilor admini. Dar din nou, fiind finlandez, a facut-o din motivele gresite, precum ajutorul pentru comunitate, increderea in viitorul jocului sau dorinta ca prietenii lui sa se bucure de clipele din erepublik. Asemeni lui Don Quijote, a esuat lamentabil, dar a facut-o cu stil. Si il iubim pentru asta.

Dusmanii l-au respectat, paparazzi l-au urmarit pana si pe buda, prietenii i-au inaltat ode. A petrecut 2 ani plini intre gaini decapitate si meditatii de guru (dinozaurii stie). A plecat si s-a intors. Dar acum e game over pentru el. Unii o vor numi lasitate, altii egoism, unii chiar se vor bucura, altii vor spune ca i-a venit mintea la cap.

Dar adevarul este ca pentru acest student, pe numele lui mic Zacu, este game over dintr-un singur motiv: a castigat!. Si asta ar trebui sa fie o lectie pentru noi toti, acest joc nu se castiga prin pixeli de pe harta sau octeti de moneda virtuala, ci se castiga facandu-ti prieteni ce trec de granitele unui browser. Si Erwin Schauman si-a facut cei mai multi.

Si, la sfarsitul acestui articol siropos, noi, prietenii pe care i-a lasat aici vrem sa rezolvam inca un bug in erepublik. Erepublik nu are medalie de “Won the Game” si Erwin merita una. Asa ca ii vom decerna o medalie postquitum de Media Mogul, pentru toate zambetele pe care n-i le-a oferit de-a lungul timpului.




So anybody who wants to help us solve the bug, use your orgs and clones, those that don't exist, to sub to Erwin's Newspaper

Invitam pe toti cei care vor sa ne ajute sa rezolvam bug-ul sa dea subscribe de le orguri si clonele ( care nu exista, evident ) la ziarul lui Erwin

LATER EDIT: bug fixed!!! 🙂