Bankdosa1
Bankdosa1
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| Points: | 382.478 |
| Rank: | 99 |
| Opponents defeated: |
1.392.392 (105.)
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| Tribe: |
TF
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| Night bonus: |
Current: 00:00-08:00
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| Villages (54) |
Coordinates |
Points |
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555|425 |
10.268 |
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555|427 |
10.445 |
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539|422 |
10.455 |
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542|418 |
10.445 |
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542|421 |
10.280 |
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537|422 |
10.445 |
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541|421 |
10.445 |
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541|422 |
10.445 |
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534|422 |
10.450 |
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539|421 |
10.445 |
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535|415 |
10.445 |
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535|417 |
10.455 |
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543|422 |
10.312 |
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541|420 |
9.416 |
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540|417 |
10.451 |
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534|414 |
9.880 |
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541|419 |
10.319 |
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534|418 |
9.969 |
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537|421 |
10.321 |
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534|416 |
10.045 |
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538|420 |
10.321 |
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535|416 |
10.319 |
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537|415 |
10.338 |
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533|419 |
8.060 |
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532|417 |
6.215 |
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532|415 |
5.080 |
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533|414 |
5.192 |
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532|412 |
5.528 |
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576|413 |
10.481 |
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574|411 |
3.114 |
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576|410 |
4.338 |
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577|411 |
3.746 |
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579|412 |
3.008 |
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579|413 |
4.781 |
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579|414 |
3.041 |
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533|418 |
4.838 |
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534|420 |
3.923 |
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543|419 |
3.994 |
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580|411 |
2.914 |
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579|409 |
3.169 |
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580|409 |
2.951 |
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528|379 |
2.616 |
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579|410 |
3.122 |
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528|380 |
3.213 |
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529|379 |
629 |
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527|378 |
2.897 |
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526|379 |
954 |
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525|377 |
1.858 |
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529|377 |
3.132 |
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528|377 |
1.396 |
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527|381 |
10.445 |
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528|383 |
10.202 |
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525|381 |
10.460 |
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527|380 |
10.467 |
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Profile
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Personal text
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Who is KLICKEN1? I got a story for you!
In the frozen wilderness of the north, Rasmus lived a life of solitude, his only companion the crackling radio that transported him to the thrilling world of Björklöven hockey. With a hunched back and wide, shiny eyes, he was often likened to Smeagol, a figure shunned by the locals who preferred their silence.
One evening, as Rasmus listened intently to a game, a sudden knock jolted him from his concentration. Who could it be? Reluctantly, he opened the door to find a girl clad in a bright Modo jersey, her cheeks rosy from the cold.
“Hi there! I heard the game and thought I’d stop by,” she said, her voice cheerful and inviting.
Rasmus grunted, unsure of what to say, but something about her enthusiasm intrigued him. He let her in, and they began to argue playfully about their rival teams. To his amazement, he found himself enjoying the banter.
As weeks turned to months, Rasmus and the Modo fan, Elin, fell in love, and soon they welcomed a son named Viktor. Rasmus was determined to raise him as a true Björklöven supporter, but Viktor was captivated by his mother’s passion for Modo. This rivalry tore at Rasmus’s heart, as he watched his son don the Modo colors with pride.
As Viktor turned five, Rasmus decided it was time for a family outing to a local hockey game. He dressed Viktor in a Björklöven jersey, determined to instill loyalty in his son. But when they arrived at the rink, Viktor, eager to please his mother, insisted on wearing his Modo jersey instead.
Rasmus felt a wave of frustration wash over him but remained silent. As the game progressed, tensions flared between the rival fans, and Rasmus felt a knot in his stomach. But then, something unexpected happened. During a break in the action, the announcer called for kids to come down to the ice for a mini-game.
Viktor's eyes lit up as he begged to join. Rasmus hesitated but finally relented, hoping his son would embrace the spirit of competition. As Viktor skated onto the ice, he spotted a group of kids wearing Björklöven jerseys, and with a burst of excitement, he rushed over to join them.
To Rasmus’s disbelief, he watched as his son blended in, laughing and playing alongside the Björklöven fans. In that moment, Rasmus felt a strange mixture of pride and confusion. His son was becoming part of the team he loved, even if he wore Modo colors.
As the game resumed, Rasmus realized that the rivalry didn’t have to ruin their family. Maybe, just maybe, they could be a family united by hockey, no matter the colors.
But just as he thought he had reconciled his feelings, Viktor skated back to him, beaming. “Dad! I scored a goal!” he shouted, unaware of the implications.
Rasmus’s heart sank, and he chuckled, “That’s great, son! Just remember who your real team is.”
Viktor looked up at him, eyes sparkling, and said, “I’ll always love Modo, Dad, but I love you more!”
In that moment, Rasmus realized the true twist in his life: love for family could coexist with his loyalty to Björklöven. As he hugged his son tightly, he knew that even in a world divided by rivalries, the bond of family was the ultimate victory. |
Daily achievements
1x Attacker of the day
Defeat the most units in this world as the attacker.
Best result: on 07.02.2025 (50.975 units)
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