Lady Evelyne sat at the table in her room in the Clan Castle of 656, busily writing in her journal. SGH, who came in to check on her friend, looked curiously over her shoulder.


    ''Can I have a look?''


    ''Here you go,'' smiled the lady and pushed the book towards SGH. SGH read the two pages in front of her in amazement. The word ''cake'' was written there countless times.


    ''Cake cake cake cake...'' SGH read aloud, ''what is this? I don''t understand it. Why do you keep writing the same word over and over again?''


    ''It was a friend''s advice,'' the lady replied gently. ''He said that if you can''t say something, if a word can''t be translated or the context is too difficult, then just replace the words with ''cake''. ''Cake‘ is the unpronounceable thing on these pages. It''s a code.''


    ''And what does the code translate to?'' SGH wanted to know.


    Lady Evelyne laughed. ''I''ll tell you one day. But not today. Today I''ll just say ''cake''. Would you like a slice, by the way?''


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    ''What''s Lipsyte doing out there?'' Several Thunder brothers crowded round the window when the first one spotted his mate outside. ''He''s climbing a tree! What''s he doing there?''


    ''My squirrels have run off!'' shouted Lipsyte out of breath from outside, determined to recapture his pets, ''they''ve escaped like lightning from the cellar and dashed up into the tree!''


    ''Careful, Lippy!'' shouted Thunder Benexi anxiously, ''You''re not a cat! Why don''t you let me and Thunder Cat do it! Or Thunder Loki! You''ll fall off if you''re not careful!''


    ''No shit!'' roared Lipsyte, ''It''s all very simple here! Just wait, you squirrel bastards, I''ll have you in no time!''


    And he eagerly climbed higher and higher.


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    ''There''s a new name on the door! The wall has been erased! The R5 is different! The members are different!'' Chitadrita staggered into the hall confused, ''Where am I? How long have I been asleep?''


    ''A hundred years, sweetheart!'' said Miss Trinitiy softly, ''A hundred years, like in a fairy tale. You wake up and everything is different. Just have a coffee and a piece of cake, and let me fill you in on young wedded bliss.''


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    Lipsyte had almost made it. Just a few more metres and he would have reached his squirrels. Ignoring the warning cries of his Thunder brothers, he climbed higher and higher.


    ''Come on, you two... come to Daddy... I''ll take you back to your cellar... you''ll have a good time with me!''


    Just a tiny bit more...


    ''I''ve got you, you bastards!'' Lipsyte made a mighty leap to catch the squirrels in one bound.


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    The surprise was perfect when Yikesy entered the kitchen of the 652''s clan castle. A familiar figure was sitting at the table.


    ''Elsa!'' exclaimed Yikesy delightedly, ''that you''re here again for once!''


    The woman stood up and gave Yikesy a warm hug. Together with Mo, they had been champions of bullying, according to former team-mates. Such a title was of course an honour! However, Elsa hardly had any time left for the game and had practically stopped playing. She only rarely came to visit and look after her old brothers and sisters.


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    Before Yikesy even got to chatting, she remembered the letter she had been carrying around with her for some time now. ''Oh, I''ve got something for you!'' she exclaimed, pulling out the pink envelope. ''It was deposited in the oven in the castle we conquered from the 656. Your name is on the envelope. Nothing else.''


    Curious, Elsa took the letter and opened it.


    ''From whom?'' Yikesy couldn''t stop herself from asking. She, too, was not free of the classic female curiosity.


    Elsa smiled. ''An old acquaintance. Lady Evelyne. We remember each other from before. From the edge of the map.''


    ''From the edge of the map?'' growled Mink, who had entered the kitchen with the Dude and Kodaxx, ''what were you doing at the edge of the map, hey?''


    Elsa raised her eyebrows mockingly. ''That''s where I retreated to when you guys were being unbearable. And that was often the case! Then I got out and went to the edge of the map in my former town. After all, I originally came from 656 and was in F1F... And yes, you guys were unbearable, especially F1FMafia! Lady Evelyne usually noticed and then came to me at the edge of the map, sat down with me, with tea and cake. And then we''d rant about you blokes. And yes, it did me good.''


    ''And what''s in the letter?'' Mink wanted to know, full of male curiosity.


    ''The letter is for me, not for you. It contains a greeting to someone else, which I''ll deliver later. But don''t imagine that I''m going to let you read the letter!''


    Mink put his arms on his hips. ''I have no need anyway! It''s enough that everyone expects me to read this damn book! The worst war propaganda ever!'' He snorted angrily. ''And my own people are still writing fan mail to this chick! Has anyone ever asked me what I think of that?''


    Angrily, he turned to Dude and Kodaxx. ''Guys, I was going to tell you anyway, it''s time we did something about this. Make a list, please. Find out which of our people think they need to send fan mail to this chick. Then I''ll kick and burn these guys myself!''


    ''Er, bro... er...'' Dude and Kodaxx both looked like they didn''t quite know whether to look guilty or laugh.


    ''It might be difficult with the kicking and burning...''


    Yikesy burst into grumbling giggles. The scales fell from Mink''s eyes and he shouted: ''Damn it! Not you too!''


    Yikesy was still giggling: ''Almost everyone here, my boy. You''re the ruler of this world and soon to be king of the whole bracket. But this book is - out of your control.''


    If there was one thing Mink hated, it was when things got out of his control. He knew he was a genius at pre-planning. He had already completed GW1 in his mind, his thoughts were already flying far ahead to GW2, and his plans had not only already taken shape, but had already entered the first phase of realisation.


    ''Burn it! Or just burn the author right now!''


    ''You can do that,'' Elsa replied calmly from the kitchen table, ''but Lady Evelyne already told me back then that she could play what she''s playing here from a completely zeroed turf from the edge of the map. In that respect - it really is beyond your control.''


    Mink got the uneasy feeling that his mind was slipping away from him.


    ''Damn, I have countless T4 accounts...''


    ''You can''t send the T4s against a book.''


    ''Then just the T5 as soon as we have it!''


    ''You can''t send the T5 against a book either.''


    ''It can''t be that I can''t do ANYTHING here!''


    Yikesy gently and reassuringly patted Mink on the head. ''Oh, my boy... I''m sorry for you. But someone on the other side has unceremoniously moved her personal battlefield. Into an area where you can''t follow. That''s mean, yes. But this is a war game. At best, we could look for someone to write a counter-book. But I''m afraid we don''t have anyone.''


    ''I could do it!'' suddenly shouted Thunder Galal, who had entered the kitchen unnoticed, ''I know a lot of swear words and could write pages and pages of them! That would certainly impress them over there and then it would stop because they would have to realise that I''m better!'' He beamed and patted himself on the back with enthusiasm.


    Elsa struggled to keep a serious face and Yikesy almost choked with the effort not to burst out laughing.


    Mink stared from one to the other. Then he turned round abruptly on his heel and left the room, slamming the door.


    The next moment, there was a sudden crash outside.


    Lipsyte had fallen from the tree at full speed.


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    At home, Elsa pulled out the letter again. Smiling, she read it for the second time. The letter said:


    ''My dear, I''ve been meaning to write to you for a long time. You were absolutely right about everything you told us back then about F1FMafia. And we''re sorry that we didn''t believe you. You tried to warn us, so it was our own fault. I also wanted to thank you for never showing up on our front lines. You used to be R4 of this clan, and I appreciate your sensitivity in avoiding this front and choosing another one. Personally, I still think it''s a sign of a lack of style to bash the former protégés with the former protector''s account. But you can''t buy style and sensitivity - you either have it or you don''t. Incidentally, despite everything, I am firmly convinced that a certain account will return to me one way or another at some point. As a wrapped parcel, as a gift, whatever. After all, I asked for a lion skin for my birthday and I have a feeling that I will get it. Farewell, my dear, I''ll see you at the edge of the map one day. I''ll bring the cake. And please give my regards to Marzzzz. He was right too. Evelyne.''