PseudoSimonds

Hehe! Slowly being assimilated. First you find yourself spelling neighbourhood with a "u", next thing you know you'll be gulping Tim Horton's coffee, setting up your igloo, and developing a massive inferiority complex towards your neighbours to the south. Noo doot aboot it!

Let's see...annoying, always in my way, and as soon as the light turns green to "GO", I blow them away. Yup, mini van sounds about right!

Next thing you know, you'll be putting your own soldiers in the van of your force instead of POWs.

Woohoo! More CM time! ...which translates to more waiting for non-turn-sending maggots, and more posting to yourself in here. This will also give you more time to contemplate how your bl :mad: :mad: dy Tiger will rampage through my forces. :mad: :mad: :mad: May frequent bog-downs and side-turret penetrations be yours!!

Hmmmm, if memory serves, it's your Tigers that have assumed non-TNT-chucking status, whilst my Shermans happily (and furiously) chuck massive amounts of TNT at your cowering krauts!! :mad: :mad: MWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

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[robot voice] Does not compute. [/robot voice] It was 2 a.m. but then my Windows time-machine transported me forward in time to 3 a.m. I've noticed that in the future you're still a gamey maggot!! :mad: :mad:

Truly sad news, Dave. My thoughts are with you and your wife.

Most of 'em didn't even have time for that! :mad: :mad: It was a sight to see, though, a line of hull-down Tigers straight across the map opening up on my defensive positions. *shudder*

ROFL! Getting ready for Seanachai's return?

Did they accurately model the forehead-slope of your co-workers?

Here's a start: ease the pain but I suspect you want something in 3D with dynamic lighting, extreme TNT-chucking, and a rag-doll-severed-limb physics engine. :mad: :mad: :mad:

Maggot-ridden muggle. :mad: :mad:

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No one should be getting out of their kilt unless it's to put on some pants.

Where art thy Tigers Wallybob, Twas one that caught Sherman's eye, Then blown to clear blue sky, Where art thy Tigers Wallybob Where art thy Tigers Wallybob, Our Sherman was not content, T'other Tiger heavenward sent, Where art thy Tigers Wallybob :mad: :mad: no_one , yours are next. :mad:

Wasn't that 5 consecutive posts in the GF? Gunning for Dorosh again?

It'll be even funnier when I get those Tigers. :mad: :mad: Axe, first comes the dust, then comes the TNT-laden fury. Get out your extra-large catcher's mitt. MWAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAA!! no_one, have you made it through the wheatfields yet? No? :mad: :mad:

This is how CM models ROFL. That's right, my troops laughing themselves silly at your feeble AFVs desperately blazing away at my trenches. AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Speaking of laughter, I'm sure Wallybob is getting some, watching my Sherman devoutly holding to its cover arc (which I neglected to remove) as one of his tanks drives right past it and brews up another Sherman further down the line. GRARAR ARA AR AR !! :mad: :mad: Axe, I'll find something especially molten in celebration of our long-awaited spring (non-white precipitation, what's this?). So what do you want BO, BB, or AK? HA, trick question, it doesn't matter what you want! Now try to hold your fear in check as I will get that setup to you ASAP. :mad: :mad:

Axe and his moldy 'mercuns clobbered my occasionally-TNT-chucking chormans on the Gothic Line. :mad: :mad: He employed some fiendishly clever scheme which upon further research turns out to be called a [dr. evil quote]flanking maneuver[/dr. evil quote]. Wobblybob, before you press "Go" you might want to say one last tearful goodbye to your Tiger-crews. :mad: Now send the turn! :mad:

"No more. Sorry Mr. Bear. Sorry. Look, see? No more." I guess she wasn't counting her and her husband. Then again, this bear probably doesn't do dope(s).

I suggest you organize the block party, inviting only the losers and the bear. Problem solved. The well-fed bear will be content...just remember to bring a baggy to clean up after it.

Herein lies the clue to the degree of no_one's mental development:

...sending turns? :mad: