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Wholly terrible ruling if ever I did see… Joe you never fail to surprise me. It seems bizarre for there to be a squire who has never even challenged his liege but fine… congratulations Squire Juan-gigante and good luck. You’ll need it of course especially with a ‘liege’ like ‘wot u’ve got’… but don’t fret yourself lad I’ll give you the occasional BOOT as is only your roight & privilege… bricks too, load’s of ‘em! I know ‘he’s’ your technical liege & all but consider me your ‘proper’ liege & naught too awful can happen to you.

I have complete trust that the Justicar will ignore your total balderdash... and most likely mine as well Perhaps the Faux-Justicar could rule on the matter... oh Boo*? * most wise & benevolent former-liege

No, no, no, no, no.... bloody no That's it! You can't come in here play the occasional game against stickypixie & get squires & knightdom & prime nochte & stuff! It ain't bloody roight! I demand that IF Jiggly Gungun is too be made a squire then he is to be made a full member of the House of (sigh) JD Morse (sigh) & a squire to me. (However personally I don't think he's played the five games which is traditional before squiredom but as per bloody usual v42blow has rushed it) Dear fecking Peng on a stick I've actually played a game against Jiggly Gungun (and have an AAR coming)!!! What the feck has v42below done? But IF Jiggly is to be squired at least force v42below to accept one of my many challenges for the roight! Foul Joe you & I have often had our differences but you say you 'stand for the Cesspool' & I say I'm here 'to save the Cesspool'... are we really so different? Do not allow this... this... travesty!

Hey! As I tend to imagine you as a flopsy eared amphibian freakozoid who pisses off everyone with his 'comical' escapades, the name 'jiggly gungun', seems quite appropriate...

You Sir, are a roight ruddy ‘know it all’ buggar and you get me all jipped up good & proper… not as much as that v42blow fellow though. My word he gets the wind up me… I cannot even think of a real reason why. I mean sure he’s ‘ass backward’ and all but then aren’t most of us? I don’t know, it’s as if he’s lacking in ‘something’… brains obviously of course… but then again, most of you have a doggy bag of lobotomised, rotting grey goo stored in your fridges which somehow must provide ‘character’ to your otherwise rotting corpses (except Boo I believe Rose got mixed up at one time & used the doggy bag contents for a stew)… but in v42blows case I doubt he has a doggy bag or a fridge… most likely the grey rotting ****ty remains of his skull are just wrapped up in cellophane & kept outside on a cold night. But although brains are certainly what v42blow lack they are not the ‘something’ that drives me up the fecking wall every time I see him make some mundane comment here in this bootiful place… oh & by Peng when we're talking mundane & v42blow we’re talking a ‘Nidan1 & Joe Shaw gently discuss quoting techniques & editing etiquette’ level of mundane... if not worse. Dear Peng that’s to 'look forward too' IF he even posts… I mean I completely despise his very existence (literally worrying if the air molecules I am breathing in now have once been inside or even a part of 42vblowhard) and yet even I find his posts to be to irregular… it’s like he’s not ‘bothered’ about this bootiful place! I say… feck off if you can’t be 'bothered' Who knows, perhaps that’s why I continue to hate him so? His very absence allows me to imaginatively create attributes he clearly does not possess… I can create a ‘proper nemesis fit for me’ rather than have the piss poor reality rubbed into my face too often … and that serf that he’s got prime nochte on… that serf jiggly gungun is in here constantly (a bit of a worry really)… how can a serf learn anything (and dear Peng don’t jiggly need some teaching!!!) if the ‘master of sorts’ ain’t ever here? … but my real worry about v42blow is that he just hasn’t got what it takes ("it takes all sorts" me' Dad once said, but surely he’d never met v42?)… I suspect that the poor mite is outclassed, out of his league, out on a limb & well just plain out… he’s an endlessly confused & lost waffler… dear Peng he’s Abbot without the (few) good points!!! I can just imagine it… say I received news that my kidneys had failed… Would v42blow offer to give me his kidney just so he can continue to torture me for longer? Would he drink to my health (at least that’s what he’d call it)? Dear Peng, would he even send me a get well card that ‘got lost in the post’? … on some level I doubt it. And in the end what does that say about me? What if I cannot find a proper nemesis here, in this place? What if all I can find is just a bunch of Oddstralians who should’ve been strangled at birth and Joe Shaw … I mean Joe fecking Shaw for Peng’s sake!!! … I’m sure I’ve forgotten something… ... oh yeah, Seanachai you’re a roight sod & all

I'm not keen on BLT's... too much L & T for my liking in a BLT What's wrong with a good B?

All who are owed turns ‘ave got ‘em… except Nidan1 for obvious reasons

I don’t do requests certainly not for serfs anyways (whom am I kidding Peng himself could request an AAR and I wouldn’t twitch a muscle)… there are several factors which must be taken into account First… as the purpose of the AAR is to forever commemorate the whole ‘challenge/battle/gloat or excuse’ process… is that battle particularly worth commemorating… some are just best forgotten you see Second… was the opponent of great enough significance to merit the effort on my part. A quick breakdown of whose battles have received AAR tells a tale in itself Boo Radley 4 (several pending) Nidan1 4 (none pending… heck I’m still waiting for the last turn from the big brute) Sturmsebber 3 (the exception that 'proves' the rule) Noba 1 (one amazing AAR pending) NG Cavscout 1 (one pending) Stickypixie 1 pathetically small ‘blink & you’ve missed it’ AAR V42below 0.25 (despite never playing the gutless wretch I’ve still kind of written an AAR) If you were lucky enough to receive an AAR that would indicate you as of having greater significance than both the New Zealander & the Belgian… Bet you can’t wait Thirdly… the mysterious X factor… one minute I might be arsed the next not So you see young Jiggly Gungun you should not assume an AAR from me… as it so happens though I have written an AAR I just need the pics.

Psssst. Outbreak of Gaylord. Sent to Conventry, if you catch my drift. *winks repeatedly* </font>

My shattered, burning Hurricane finally managed to bring down down a Heinkel... to celebrate let us sing cheesey 80's song's Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been something you said I just died in your arms tonight I keep looking for something I can't get Broken hearts, they're all around me And I don't see an easier way, to get out of this Her diary sits by the bedside table The curtains are closed, the cat's in the cradle Who would have thought that a boy like me could come to this Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been something you said I just died in your arms tonight Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been some kind of kiss I should have walked away I should have walked away Is there any just cause for feeling like this? On the surface I'm a name on a list I try to be discreet, but then blow it again I've lost and found it's my final mistake She's loving by proxy, no give and all take 'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy, one too many times Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been something you said I just died in your arms tonight Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been some kind of kiss I should have walked away I should have walked away It was a long hot night, she made it easy She made it feel right But now it's over, the moment has gone I followed my hands to my head, I know I was wrong Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been something you said I just died in your arms tonight Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must have been some kind of kiss I should have walked away I should have walked away

You see I hate ‘debating’ religion versus science on t’internet, it’s a right ball ache if you ask me. You know I once helped ‘turn’ some deranged Catholic Yank (I’ll never forget his totally serious claim regarding the entire land formations of the current earth spewing forth as lava after ‘the flood’… I fink he said something like “ I admit it’s a bit ridiculous claiming that process would take 40 days but a somewhat longer period of time say a year seems perfectly likely”) and although it was kinda interesting & all looking back one thing keeps coming back to me… The time! I must’ve lost hours, weeks, days… heck months knocking some sense into this bleedin Yank And why? Dear Peng I could’ve been doing something more worthwhile with me time… surely there must’ve been beer waiting to be drunk or even a challenge thread requiring saving somewhere? And what in the end have I gotton out of it… naught by my reckoning & he? He’s probably collapsed into a devil worshipping secularist or sumfink & is busy having drugged up sex with underage animals whilst drinking the blood of good Yankee Christian children. And I’m sure he could be been spending his time doing more worthy stuff… like singing or stuff And one thing which people who read scientific novels or post the same old links to the same old sites might not understand. Genetics is dull… and I mean really, really, really stupendously dull If you’ve ever read genetics papers or done any genetic work you’d surely agree and I know for sure I’d rather drown myself in agarose gel than do that **** again... Which brings me back onto what I’m concerned with… Time Now I’ve never been one to celebrate birthdays & all (yippee your death is one year closer) but I think my possible haemorrhoid has gotten me thinking on a depressing line of thought. I don’t have enough time! Just listing the top ten things I need to do… 1. Save the Peng thread 2. Spread my genetic material to the next generation 3. Make sure recipient of that genetic material becomes a top geezer/gal 4. Become ruler of at least one country 5. Write a novel about a roight bastard 6. Chill out on Mars 7. Climb a really, really big mountain of some sort 8. Earn more cash than I need 9. Make a move about hospital porters 10. destroy New Zealand … and quickly estimating time needed brings me up to something like 130 odd years Now I’d better be either really efficient (perhaps I could destroy New Zealand with my Genetic material?) or stop wasting what little time I have… ... ... Now where's that Japanese beer gotten to ... I prefer to be suitably 'tanked up' as I try to shoot bombers down with my Il-2

I'm fed up of you lot asking this ridiculous question... NO I say No & underline that point with a strong No! I don't owe any of you any fecking turn... not one mother fecking one of you. Geddit? I just happen to send turns reguarly (unless I go on one of my three month breaks from humanity) unlike... well unlike seemingly everyone else in this awfully bootiful place.

Pasta!?! What the feck is all this nonsense talk about pasta? All pasta is is something lumpy to go with the Peng damn Cheese sauce! Cheese rocks! Cheese sauce is like cheese but liquid! Liquid I tell you! That fecking rocks!

I've sent you your bloody turn three times now... Vin Diesel wouldn't need my turn three bloody times... heck he'd probably have sent his turn before receiving mine.

Well in that case my Brain has disappeared as quickly as it appeared

I think I have a haemorrhoid… Oh & congratulations for one of you for surviving & another one of you for successfully breeding

The Final ridge AAR: A messianic production Sir 37mm Leading light of the House of (sigh) JD Morse (sigh) & general top bloke Versus NG Cavscout who claims that he once spanked a Swede or sumfink Now I ain’t no cruel geezer, I gain no pleasure from witnessing the embarrassing coming & goings of you damned fools… no pleasure, no damned pleasure at all. And so I can honestly say that I feel a certain hesitancy when asked to judge something or other that one of you have crafted… shall I be truthful & tell thee truly what I think so as you do not disturb me ever again or shall I salve your fragile ego’s most of which probably cannot sustain another pounding? I’m a great believer in the idea that you have to be cruel to be kind. And so Boo came up to me a couple of months ago parading his brand new toy… it is said that everyone has a novel within him or her… I don’t know who said it nor care really but in Boo’s case it ain’t true… he has a single CMAK scenario within him. A RIDGE TOO FAR, he called it. And boy did he plead with me to ‘try it out’… going on & on & on about how much time he’d slaved over the damned thing. He sent me the game file three times, I ‘lost it’ each & every time & still he didn’t get the fecking hint. Finally he cornered me when I challenged NG Cavscout & the battle was arranged. Oh dear… In short I had three AT guns whilst NG Cavscout had 19 armoured vehicles (more if I include halftracks). NG also had a huge infantry advantage & more artillery than you could shake a stick at (I’m not sure that’s an analogy that works now that I think about it)… Boo also gave him a 150mm ubergun just for good measure. Each 6pounder would have to destroy 6 AFV’s each (at least), anything less would give NG an unassailable armoured advantage. Well NG’s artillery quickly knocked out one of my guns & rather than waiting for the others to fall to the same fate I decided to open up. I did quite well really knocking out 8 AFV’s, but I have to say that against anybody else I probably wouldn’t have done even that well (dear Peng you can tell Cavscout’s National Guard). The remainder of the armoured horde then calmly proceeded to slaughter my infantry. So I asked myself, should I surrender? I wanted to especially as Boo had specifically mentioned in the briefing that there would be no reinforcements and yet I couldn’t believe that there wouldn’t be… and I was right 25 minutes in they turned up. One platoon of infantry appeared in open ground. Most got cut down of course & it eventually dawned on me that the dozens of Grant tanks I was hoping for were just never gonna appear… even watching the clumsy oaf NG Cavscout lose yet another tank by getting too close to my infantry couldn’t improve my mood. I surrendered Oh & Boo, stick to the rock rubbing from now on, there’s a good chap?

I thought he was saving it all up for the end of the month... either way I intend to place a bet on Seanachai being booted from the forum by the months end

I try not to have urges and so it was a 'cold hearted, hard nosed, well informed' decision to suck at this third game. I'm quite enjoying the 14" artillery shells, simple move command & the shock waves... best £4 I've spent

Well, well, well it’s finally here... my very own ‘special edition’ Combat Mission: Beyond Overlord! Do any of you bozo’s still have CMBO installed?

Is that like tinned spaghetti or proper spaghetti?

Funny I always imagined beloved Peng as quite amphibian-esque ... perhaps like a cross between a brightly coloured poisonous frog & some kind of worm like Caecilian

Ah the weekend… what simple pleasure. Nothing to do, a cold beer just opened, warm light & a rustling autumn breeze streaming through my windows as the Beatles fill the air. Friends will be round soon but at the moment I am alone & at peace, freshened by a relatively long period of sleep (6 hours!)… life is good. And yet Why the hell is my Peng-damn inbox so fecking empty? I sodding send you lot a veritable horde of explosions & hot lead and what do I get in fecking return? A turn here, a turn there… a bloody ‘I won’t play if you split squads’ whinge & a ‘personal’ message from some ‘lady’ called Rolenta! Most dissapointing

I said 'sort of ' didn't I? It's the prime nochte thing more than anything else

What did Stoat do to you?