Well, I finally return to my computer and find that the peng thread is still full of wankers and the godless communist hordes. Or something.
In a gigantic screw up, I note that er, I forgot to give orders in the turn I sent to Vadr. Since he is a gutless pillock without an ounce (gram, for you pansy metric users) of tactical skill, I'll write that off as a sixty-second handicap in the traditional race for the flags also known as the 'Meeting Engagement'.
All you whining bastards can, of course, SOD OFF, turns will be sent late tonight or tomorrow.
Edit: A Freudian slip is when you say one thing and mean your mother.
[ March 04, 2003, 05:04 PM: Message edited by: mcgivney ]