The River of Tears

Cry for me, bitches: I'm Italy.  I was cluster-fucked by the designer of this game before the round even began.  Am I whining?  NO!  I'm conspiring to destroy ever last one of you and I will until my last fleet is smashed on the rocks of Gibraltar or my last army destroyed in the frozen streets of St. Petersberg.

Tom: Dust yourself off, grow some balls, RETURN MY EMAILS OFFERING TO HELP YOU,  and assist me in the destruction of whoever our enemy is this turn, until I decide to betray you, unless I already have.

Matt