PseudoSimonds

Fate dealt me a cruel blow (by making me tactically, uh, challenged) and so I conceded my first Op with nevermind. :mad: :mad: Unfortunately for him, he's agreed to another op which we will play to the pain. To the pain? PseudoSimonds : "To the pain" means the first thing you lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists, next your nose. nevermind : And then my tongue, I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight. PseudoSimonds : I wasn't finished! The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right. nevermind: And then my ears, I understand! Let's get on with it! PseudoSimonds : WRONG! Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out "dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish. Wallowing in freakish misery forever. :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

My vengeance will be swift and fierce!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: .... just probably not in this operation. Apparently the armour-penetration of my infantry's ueber-pitchforks is not what I had anticipated.

3605.2 - give up now. :mad: :mad:

Stop it... I said.... <FONT SIZE =8> stop it </font>.... I can feel my *Twitch* starting up again... * Twitch Twitch * </font>

1224.1!! MWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! :mad: :mad: :eek:

1215.1 593.5 I actually prefer getting height over distance. More pain on impact! :mad: :mad:

Just noticed I'm a member now. Mwahahahaaa!!! Now you fools will never be rid of me! HAHAHA!!

So you're playing pbem games against yourself? That's pretty sad.

He hasn't sent me one for over an hour! He's probably trying to figure out how to maneuver his Panthers and Tigers through all of my russian corpses. :mad: :mad: Nevermind, there's more where they came from!!

Well just finished my very first pbem. Axe has already described the horror and uh, needless to say I lost (minor defeat). Quite embarrassing when you consider the sheer numbers advantage I had...not to mention the opponent. :mad: Apparently I've mastered the machiavellian approach to command.

Um, neverusedemailbefore, I tried sending to your new e-mail twice. It didn't work, gave me the message "This mailbox has exceeded their disk quota. (#5.2.2)." Are you playing a "To the Volga" pbem? Let me know what's up.

Actually you sent me his file #52, you twit. I'll be sending your latest dose of molten-pitchforks shortly. :mad: :mad:

Avoid playing them with time-consuming pbem games, get the same results here: smack the pingu!!!

Listen outofhismind, I'll just ignore the truth of this statement and respond by saying that you shall surely pay when my valiant russians start playing pin-the-flaming-pitchfork-on-the-germans! :mad: :mad: Walk towards the light, maggots! :mad:

works a bit different for me.. can you say "deliverance"?

I'd say just about any mind is smarter! </font>

I'd say just about any mind is smarter!

Do you mean the word "nevermind"? Doh, I did it too!

Teletubbies, eh? Well now we know where you get your tactics from.

It's a trick. There is no library in Barrie. Supply and demand, you know

*beep* *beep* *beep* What's that? That's the sound of my crack JS2 backing up one nanosecond after it catches a whiff of nevermind's Panther. This was followed shortly by a thud and a little "knocked out" label and a slightly askew turret. :mad: :mad: :mad: "......." What's that? That's the sound of axe's non-existent turn. :mad:

I guess being posted to guard duty for all those POW's would be misery, wouldn't it.

We Canadians have learned that the best way to beat the winter is to enjoy it (or stay indoors). Here's a recipe for enjoying the winter: To 1 turn of the steering wheel, and add 1 engaging of the handbrake. Sprinkle with throttle and opposite-lock to taste.

nevermind and axe will be briefly spared their destruction while my e-mail server does its best impression of one of my T-34's that just became acquainted with one of nevermind's Panthers. I spit on your Panthers!! :mad: :mad: Really, I do, because that's about all I've got left to throw at your uebertanks. Axe, I'd spit on your troops too but it's too friggin' cold! Now I'm going to warm myself up with a freshly-brewed T-34.

Where's his toque, eh?