SuperTed

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Manx: ...Between the three of us, we fully intend to put CMHQ at the forefront of everything that is happening in the CM world, both with continued support for CMBO and of course the eagerly awaited CMBB.... <hr></blockquote> Yeah! What he said!

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Madmatt: ...I have your new email address ready. It is now called: IconstantlybowatthealterofthegreatoneMadmattandammerelyanannoyancetohisawesomeIMPOTENCEandpower@combatmission.com... Madmatt <hr></blockquote> I'm sorry to hear that. There is help available, you know.

Shhhhh, don't tell Matt (aka the Mad Typist), but Manx and I are planning a takeover.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Gordon: Ah. A code! I used to be pretty good at these. Let's see: Madman - that's gotta be Manx, "Mad dogs Englishmen", eh wot? Cheesehead - that's got to be a crude reference to Matt's lack of hair. Island man - So that leaves Super Ted. Huh, I don't know what island he'd be from. Staten Island? So, did I get it right? Congratulations Manx, there's a whole ton of stuff that I've got stored up for you that's ready to explode any day now. Gordon<hr></blockquote> Gordon, That's frightening. :eek:

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by massimorocca: Well, I feel that this is only a trick by Madmatt and SuperTed to rip off the bucks that the CM community was ready to send to Manx <hr></blockquote> Damn, you caught us.

Isn't it past your bedtime?

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Gyrene: ...Maybe CMHQ will have some class now Gyrene<hr></blockquote> Actually, it will be the other way around; the class that Manx has now will diminish rapidly over the next few weeks.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Gyrene: Congrats on your new gig Manx!!!! Maybe CMHQ will have some class now Gyrene Their ammo was almost out and Kolobanov got congratulations via the radio and an order to pull back. Already three other KVs were on the way to the battlefield, and they killed 20 more German tanks. There were 42 German tanks and two guns destroyed. Kolobanov's tank received 135 hits, but none penetrated. Kolobanov was awarded the Order of Lenin and Usov (the driver) was awarded the Order of the Red Banner." From Combat Mission HQ <hr></blockquote> I like your signature. I was afraid nobody read those little tidbits.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Manx: Right then Ted....we're still waiting for this exciting news you've keep us up all night waiting for.<hr></blockquote> Aw, $h!t! They got you too, huh?

Let me jump in here. Rob (aka Panzerman) has a great team doing some great work here. If you are even a little interested in scenario design and testing, I strongly suggest you apply. If you are wondering what weight my input carries, just take a peek at my signature.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Pvt. Ryan: This is news? Congrats to Manx and BTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No where's that bone you promised?<hr></blockquote> First things first. After this new arrangement is solidified, we'll get back to the business at hand. Don't be surprised if there's more of the good stuff as early as next week.

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Once upon a time… It seems such a long time ago now, but it has been less than three years. In that time, so much has happened that it is hard to remember it all. One story, however, really stands out from the others. It is a story of perseverance, hard work, and a common goal. This story has two beginnings, one middle, and the ending has yet to be written. Let's start with the first beginning. We find ourselves in Ohio about three years ago watching a figure perched over his computer keyboard typing feverishly and laughing maniacally at what he types for others to read. This four-hour ritual is performed almost every night for many months and changes the mad typist in horrifying ways. Once a "normal," hard-working, productive member of society, he has slowly spiraled down into the depths of madness. On his way, he has caught the attention of the wardens of a facility that "helps" others of his kind. These wardens decide that, in the interest of protecting the general populace, it would be best to "invite" this madman to join them. Without hesitation, he accepts the offer from these friendly strangers. He looks forward to meeting others like him and sharing stories of life on "the outside." The mad typist takes little time adjusting to his new surroundings and decides he would like to stay as long as he can. There is talk of a twelve-year plan for him and he agrees (after the initial shock wears off) that it would be best for all if he was in a safe place. As the months pass, the madman slowly forgets how much his nightly typing ritual meant to him. Occasionally he is granted permission to do limited typing, but these sessions become fewer and fewer. Meanwhile, the other beginning to the story is unfolding on a small island halfway around the world from the madman. There is another man who spends time typing on his keyboard and enjoys sharing his work with others. Unfortunately for this island man, he does not have as much time as he would like to spend doing what gives him so much pleasure. Further, it seems the madman is getting all the attention of the adoring public. So, the island man decides to bide his time and wait for an opportunity to present itself. Well, that opportunity came shortly after the madman entered Big Top Sanitarium. Gradually, the island man received more and more material that he could use. This, combined with the extra time he was able to spend typing, garners him more of the attention that was once reserved only for the madman. As things continued to get better and better for the island man, there were a few bumps along the way. These never amounted to much more than a nuisance and he was able to carry on as usual. Unfortunately for the island man, just as things were looking as good as could be, a disaster befell him and he was forced to weigh his options and make a very difficult decision. As painful as it was, the island man decided that he was no longer able to continue his typing and resigned himself to a fate of aimless wandering. Well, about the time the madman entered the sanitarium (which was about the time the island man was becoming busier) a third character entered the picture. A man from the Land of Cheese, seeing a need in the community, decided to set up a service that would help unite typists of all lands. Both the madman and the island man (along with many others) happily joined this new club. Things went so smoothly that the madman asked the cheese man to join forces with him. This partnership allowed the madman's work to receive some attention, albeit a far cry from what it once received. This arrangement worked well for all three characters. The madman busied himself chasing butterflies on the grounds of Big Top Sanitarium, the island man kept typing away, and the cheese man was reaching a larger audience. This was the time that the disaster struck for the island man. Reacting swiftly (and visiting the madman at the sanitarium, despite risk of great bodily harm), the cheese man devised a plan that would put everything right again. After many discussions and much begging and pleading, the madman finally agreed to hear the cheese man's idea. Through the drug-induced haze, the madman saw the beauty of the plan. It could...no, it WOULD work! Now, the only thing left to do was convince the island man of the merits of the plan. This was much easier to do than expected and it was settled. All three men agreed on what needed to be done: Manx is taking over as Director of Content (a.k.a. Mod Bitch) at CMHQ, effective immediately! Also, new stuff on CMHQ should be appearing within a week. And they all lived happily ever after???

Actually, I never sleep. So, that's not an issue.

What he said!

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Captain Wacky: ... And I don't think my keyboard takes kindly to urine, either. <hr></blockquote> That is WAY too much information! :eek:

Actually, I still have well over six hours before the deadline. :cool:

Almost there....

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by panzerwerfer42: You better be. It'll only take me two hours to get to Madison and make you do it .<hr></blockquote> Uh, it takes about four hours to drive from Roseville. If you fly, it takes six!

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by panzerwerfer42: You bad, bad man. We want it now!<hr></blockquote> I'm working on it. Honest!

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Bad Dog: It got me too... Or, maybe Super Ted forgot to post it... ? <hr></blockquote> Forgot to post what? :confused:

Panzerman has some property for sale in the Rhineland. Get the details at The Scenario Zone.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Cpl Carrot: 9 hours 59, 9 hours 58, 9 hours 57........<hr></blockquote> Do you mean to tell me you left that window open for three minutes?!

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by The Commissar: OK, everyone hear that? 12 hours! And if it ain't there, I've gots me a tire iron for Mr. "I live in Madison, WI U.S.A and not afraid to put it in my profile"!<hr></blockquote> I have found that WAY too many people do not know where Wisconsin (let alone Madison) is, so I'm safe. Now, quit buggin' me. I'm trying to type the announcement between interruptions.