ng cavscout

It's a metaphor..... sigh

Nidan1, you old Gyrene so and so. I can't believe they still give you access to the internet after that last pyramid scheme fiasco in Eastern Ohio. Just an indication of the depths to which our society has fallen I suppose. Shouldn't you be off somewhere instructing naive coeds in self defense tactics "Like they taught in the Corps"? Now that I mention it, that sounds like good work if you can get it..... hmmm Wait, where was I? Oh yeah... talking with you lot. I should find better things to do, oh, there we go, some gum to scrape off the bottom of diner tables.

I'm pretty sure you forgot an apostrophe. Since apparently we are doing that now. Don't think you are fooling anyone. I know full well you only fled to the home of the Broncos in order to avoid having to send me your next turns.

Boo Radley, shouldn't you be wrangling those SSN's from page one and trying to get them organized, hogtied, and shoved out the front door? Or at least get them challenging one another and generally capering for our amusement. I know you love the task, but your capering is ..... dated, repetitive, played out. Your jester hat bells just don't chime as sweetly as they used to. cyrum (or whatever string of letters he picked out of the scrabble box when registering on the forum, I can't be bothered to go back and look) along with dubovier (see prior parenthetical comment) are just drifting about in the currents of the Cesspool with no guidance, no direction, no torturous bedeviling. How are we expected to keep the MBT gasping unhealthily along without you or Joe Shaw stepping up and actually attempting (however feebly and half heartedly) to perform your duties? Stop giggling Noba, I said DUTIES.... Honestly, I am aghast at the state the two of you, combined with the ineffectual ministrations of the Australians and the (I suspect intentional and active) sabotage of the likes of Nidan1 (not that he can spell sabotage without taking off both his shoes) have let the MBT descend to... If Master Of The Noble House Rune or even that ne'er do well Seanachai were about, I don't expect things would be in this deplorable state.

Ah, brings a tear to my eye it does. No, not your barely passable command of the King's English Joe Shaw, I actually think it is the acrid odor that fills the room when one of the Oddstralyians lifts his arms to pat himself on the back for giving the world the band Men At Work.

Joe Shaw budgets for the hire of private detectives to track them down when they "forget" to tell him where they moved while he was gone for the week.

Ah, Joe Shaw, maybe if you spent a little more time tending to your posts and less time ineffectually banging your hands against your temples while incorrectly spelling words far too large for you to comprehend (Equivalent, not Equivilant) you would have actually managed to start a new thread by now. Instead, you are letting us get precariously close to the dreaded "650".

He seems a good kid. Just started college at an Engineering school. Tested out of intro calculus.

I have 3. Only one old enough for a boyfriend thank goodness.

I will probably be buying my daughter's boyfriend CMRT for the Yule holiday. He saw me playing it and seemed interested. We will see how it goes.

Time for a new incarnation of the MBT don't you think Boo Radley? We are approaching 650 posts and I am pretty sure that is the point at which Cthulu rips through the space time continuum and eats all our souls. Probably a better fate than yours deserves, but we must think of the children. I would think this is an appropriate task for the Official Alternate Back-up (but only in case of emergency) Fill In Justicar. Hop to it, chop chop then. Don't want the entire forum collapsing on us again do we?

Did Seanachai post and delete it, am I hallucinating? What the hell is going on. Dammit Boo Radley, did you slip a roofie in the punch?

I doubt he is up to the conversational challenge.

Mace, it is a state, not a sheep. Calm yourself.

Old Foul Joe Shaw, far be it from me to correct you, seeing as I am actually quite impressed that you managed to string all those syllables into a relatively coherent series of sentences, so, I shall magnanimously allow the draw result to stand, despite whatever degraded, corrupted, or hacked computer code put forth such an obviously flawed evaluation of my truly artistic performance. You can take your whole 3 surviving troops and shuffle wearily off into the sunset as my German troops debrief their commanders on the fact that although they achieved every one of their geographical victory objectives, they felt a slight twinge of sympathy for their opponents when it became apparent that a spastic escapee from the local mental asylum had been appointed as the Soviet commander and permitted three of their enemy to escape to the tender mercies of the local NKVD detachment.

About time. I thought he was going to mope about for ages before getting the hint and finally sodding off. Now on to getting rid of the Australians. It seems as if they have actually multiplied. I guess that is what we get for letting a half wit leave a quarter wit in charge while the half wit carouses through the flesh pots of Idaho, Iowa, and Montana.

The more I think about it, I think we are all safe in blaming the Australians for the precipitous decline in standards around here. Probably safe to blame them for the plague of unwed wombat mothers as well.

I don't think you are comprehending the entire process here, hardly surprising I guess, but let me spell it out for you. Knights, Others Mentioned, even Squires are squarely beyond your range at this time. You have to find another SSN (assuming any are about) challenge him or her to a rousing battle of CM, report back in a witty and entertaining manner (probably quite beyond you I would hazard) and then, if you are lucky and shine your buttons nicely, some Knight might take you to squire and then you can perform some tasks and before you can say Sven's your Probation Agent, you become a Knight of the Pool. Now, gather some tulips, strap on your best pair of wooden shoes, and challenge someone to a CM battle. There you go, toddle along now, don't forget your drool bucket. There's a good lad. Sheesh, leave the place for a few years and any sense of decorum or tradition just goes by the wayside.

Your rhyme and meter are sorely lacking back to your studies, time to get cracking SSN's rising above their station Must be time to cut the rum ration Find another SSN so slimy and vile Send a challenge, filled with hate and bile Fight the battle with valor true Reports and anecdotes are our due Some fool Kanigget with their head in the dustbin may take you to squire you foul smelling Dutchman

I see that you .... people.... are still mucking about in here. Same cobwebs in the corners, same faint aroma of body odor, mildew, and deep fried foods. Just as charming as I remember it.

I am with MikeyD, I got the game for my Samsung Galaxy Note3, and I guess my fingers are just to big or the screen is too small. I can't seem to control my troops with any level of effectiveness, nor can i get a good view of the action. Maybe if I had a tablet of some kind, but oh well, I don't mind supporting BFC with the measly $2.99 it cost me. I am still getting enjoyment out of everything from CMBB through CMBN:MG, so no complaints here.

Yes, dastardly US agents organized the mass popular protests in Kiev, the security services over-reaction, and also arranged for Russian military forces to mass on the borders for unscheduled "excercises". Muahahahaha. *rubbing hands together maniacally* Our plan approaches fruition, land war in Europe involving nuclear armed opponents, just what we have wanted for years and years.

Page 2 you nincompoops

Congratulations, that is great news!! Glad to hear you have a granddaughter to spoil.

And all the crazy ones are moving in now?