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      <title>I built Diplomacy for the browser. Come play.</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dip is free, runs in your browser, and needs no account: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://dip.kestrelsnest.social&#34;&gt;dip.kestrelsnest.social&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Play it with friends, or against house players who negotiate, remember your promises, and sometimes break them. Here&amp;rsquo;s why I made it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;figure &gt;&#xA;&#xA;    &#xA;        &#xA;            &lt;img src=&#34;dip-uv6g-final-board.png&#34;&#xA;                &#xA;                &#xA;                    alt=&#34;The final board of a Dip game: Austria&amp;#39;s red armies and fleets stretch from Norway and St Petersburg across Warsaw, Munich and Vienna down through the Balkans, Turkey and southern Italy, while France holds the west and England clings to Britain and Sweden.&#34;&#xA;                &#xA;                &#xA;                &#xA;            /&gt;&#xA;&#xA;            &#xA;            &lt;figcaption&gt;&#xA;                &#xA;&#xA;                &#xA;                        The final board of my last game. Red is me: Austria, 19 centers, from Norway to Smyrna.&#xA;&#xA;                        &#xA;&#xA;                                &#xA;&#xA;                            &#xA;                &#xA;&#xA;            &lt;/figcaption&gt;&#xA;            &#xA;&#xA;    &#xA;    &#xA;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&lt;h2 id=&#34;my-history-with-diplomacy&#34;&gt;My history with Diplomacy&lt;/h2&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High school.&lt;/strong&gt; Ryan, one of my closest friends, made contact with a similar friend group two towns over who played this game called &lt;em&gt;Diplomacy&lt;/em&gt;. No dice, no luck, just seven people sitting around a map making deals while trying to take over Europe. It can take a whole day to play. So he worked out a time, and he and I and our mutual best friend Scott drove over to play. It felt so grown up to go to another town on our own to play games, and the game itself captivated me from the first turn. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember who won (but I do, weirdly enough, remember stopping for lunch and getting sandwiches from Subway, which seemed so urban; there was no sandwich shop within a half hour&amp;rsquo;s drive of my very rural house at the time), but I&amp;rsquo;d had my first taste of the game and I was hooked. I think we played a couple more times, but I can&amp;rsquo;t even be sure of that. By the following year I had moved across the country for college, so I never got to develop my skills with Scott and Ryan, much less the folks from two towns over.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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