Seanachai
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On 10/17/2017 at 9:27 AM, sburke said:
This is a solemn occasion, don your doody cap
Feck you, feck the others who've posted the same, and sit up and listen to the GODDAMN LAW.
You useless little pussies post here, and you think you've got something to say. You don't. I started this ****ing Thread, years and years ago, and you just wander around here in the ruins, and you post. If you can't post anything good, then shut the feck up, asshole. Stuka was a good and great man, for those of us who've posted since before you were more than a a stain on this Thread. Go ahead. Tell me that I'm gone, useless, disappeared. Go ahead and tell me that I'm pointless. And I will tell you: I am the Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread. And that I knew Stuka before you ever masturbated your way onto this thread. He's gone and dead, but I'm still here, ONE ****ING WAY OR ANOTHER, and it you want to continue to post here, you ass, you'll show some goddamn respect for someone with more achievements than you can show. Douche. The best way to start is to post a goddamn apology for the fact that you never knew him. Cunt.
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On 10/12/2017 at 6:50 AM, Michael Emrys said:
Jeez, and he wasn't all that old. Probably it was the fixed landing gear that did him in.
Michael
Jesus to Jesus, and eight hands around...You're still alive, Emrys?! It gives me hope for increasingly brutal old age, Horseman.
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5 hours ago, OGSF said:
Ah'm glad tae hae known StukaNukaPukaPants. Very sad tae learn o' haes passin'.
What the hell?! They told me you were dead, you feck.
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I was offered the option of making a tribute to a true original of the Combat Mission Forum: Dan 'Berlichtigen' Brown. 'Berli', as everyone knew him. Scenario designer, game tester, map maker, and Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread. For young people, and for new members of this Forum, that means probably nothing. For anyone who lived through 'Running with Heavy Machine Guns', 'Bren Tripods' and any number of other weird ass forum topics, he stomped upon the fecking terra. He was, in fact, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypso. And you probably don't even know what that means.
Well, I haven't known what to make of that offer. It's been 9 months since 'Berli' died of a particularly vicious and aggressive form of leukemia (neither capitalized nor bolded). The Peng Challenge limps on, and I give full marks to to those who have it on life support.
And now...Now I'm here because I am an Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread, and I have lived so long, and so long with all of this, that I am having to mourn friends more often than an old man should have to mourn them.
Glenn Allan, 'Stuka', Seniour Knight of the Peng Challenge Thread has died, of an extremely aggressive kidney cancer, and brain tumors. Stuka was one of the Senior Australians of the Peng Challenge Thread, a thread that has always mocked, and embraced it's Australians.
Stuka was, for anyone reading this, probably fecking better than you. He wasn't an old man. He was a bloody good Australian.
I would ask, if it is possible, for the Combat Mission guys, if we could have... I don't know...it gets so stupid, trying to find the latest incarnation of the Thread of Threads...if we could have our 'own' space. Shorn of 'whatever the current game version' is.
Go to your rest, Stuka. You were one of the first Australians I ever abused.
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This thread, such as it is, is ended. I will begin a new puddle of piss in a moment.
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Well, well. Apparently I still get to start a Thread, now and then. I'm sure that anyone reading this will think I was going to do a memorial thread to Berlichtingen, Dan 'Berli' Brown. It is not yet that time. He's dead, and all, yes. But I've been dealing with cleaning up his life, which is almost as hard as watching him die.
Ah, but this is the Peng Challenge Thread! So, I need to make a challenge, then, eh?
So, I challenge each and every bastard on this forum, and certainly anyone who enters this Thread, to tell Me a story about Berli.
Make it good.
Don't **** it up.
Arseholes
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Forms are loosely fitting
Jury still are sitting
Sense of duty keeps us all in motion
Prison sirens wailing
That security is failing
Do not inspire a lifetime of devotion
No one will sympathize
No one really tries
They need a faith that leads them like a drum
And I can hear it pounding down among the ruins
Sad to say, I don't think I'm the only one.I awoke and someone spoke
They asked me in a whisper
If all my dreams and visions had been answered
And I don't know what to say
I never even pray
I just feel the pulse of universal dancers
They'll waltz me till I die
They'll never tell me why
I never stop to ask them where we're going
Yes, but the holy, the profane
Are all helplessly insane
Wishful, hopeful, never even knowing.And they asked if I believe
And do the angels really grieve
Or is it all a comforting invention?
It's just like gravity, I said
It's not a product of my head
It doesn't speak, but nonetheless commands attention
And I don't care what it means
Or who decorates the scenes
The problem is more with my sense of pride
Because it keeps me thinking "me"
Instead of what it is to be
I'm not a passenger, I am the ride
I'm not a passenger
I am the ride"I Am the Ride"
-Chris Smither
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On 1/6/2017 at 4:25 AM, Michael Emrys said:
You're damned right he will. The Four Horsemen will be riding in the Missing Man formation from now on. He was a great presence in the MBT and elsewhere. We carried on a long and amicable conversation via instant messaging quite a few years ago now. And he will be missed.
Michael
Goddamn right.
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Feck me. So I reply here? Where the hell is 'here', I ask you? What incarnation of the game is this, exactly?
The game may have grown beyond us. But we have not grown beyond the game.
I've been asked 'What tribute can we make to the memory of Berli?
Well, you know what, I think the best tribute to him, is to...hell, I don't know, how about make the goddamn Peng Challenge Thread IT'S OWN, GAME INDEPENDENT PART OF THE FORUM.
That's a lot, I admit. Probably be only visited by a handful of drunkards and faithful, possibly the odd serial killer, and frankly, a place for Australians, and me, to got to, late at night, drunk as nine bastards, to rail against the dying of the light. Well, for me to do that. The drunk Ozzies will just go on about how they just licked Vegemite off their significant others privates. But that's Australia for you. A very passionate land.
So, if I had my damn way, which I never do, I'd say: 'Battlefront, Cut the Peng Challenge free of any given incarnation of the game.' The writ of our existence was: Thou shalt be a 'challenge thread', wherein your various idiocies and misbehaviors shall be tolerated, within the Forum, because the folk shall come here for hijinks, and for the droll challenges, and so that some folk shall call other folk right ignorant bastards, which they are, and all in the name of good fun, and the healthful enjoyment of the Game!'
But frankly, now, when I come here, I have to do multiple searches just to find out where I should post my appropriate/inappropriate remarks.
Call it 'The Wasteland'. I'll be there, at least until it's time for me to move on, and join Berli. The Justicar will be there to keep order, and Boo Radley will be there to take over when Joe...well, they will be there.
I can't play the goddamn games on my computer, but that doesn't mean I don't want to post on the Peng Challenge Thread. I just get tired of trying to find where the feck I'm supposed to be posting, down some dark and unconsidered alley that smells of piss and stale beer.
I actually LIKE posting down some alley that smells of piss and stale beer, but what I DON'T like is trying to find the goddamn place to do it!
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Maybe I should have handed this off to Joe Shaw, the Justicar, or Bauhaus (who is sitting), but I'm not tired, yet, or quite drunk, so I will post.
I am The Seanachai, of the Peng Challenge Thread. Today, at 4:15, CST, Dan 'Berli' Brown, Gotz von Berlichtingen, died. He was diagnosed with leukemia (neither capitalized, nor bolded) on the Wednesday before Christmas. It came on like an unstoppable enemy, and despite the best efforts of the hospital he was at, and despite Berli's indomitable will, it finally put him down.
My last words to him were: Peng and I will see you again in the Wasteland. I know he will be waiting.
Mostly to kick my arse all around and about. But that's okay.
He stomped upon the Terra.
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On 12/25/2016 at 10:13 AM, sburke said:
Well another Christmas morning in the MBT and not much has changed. Boo is passed out in the gutter in front of house Rune face down in his own vomit. Nice Boo. Didn't get much sleep as that damn donkey was firing off his shotgun all night screaming something about freakin reindeer getting all the attention.
To my liege Joe Shaw Knight Champion of the M.B.T., Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread, Creator of the Peng Challenge Thread Podcast, Cesspool Drain Commissioner and Founder of the Shavian House I raise a glass whilst spraying down the gutter with a Shavian House garden hose. You are welcome Boo, Merry Christmas. It was the least I could do... literally.
You seem like a decent lad. But I have to tell you, and I acknowledge personal prejudice, I do not like your avatar picture.
It gives me the red ass. Is there not another, less stupidly annoying, that you like?
I'm only asking...
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For all the folk that know, and that care, Dan 'Berli' Brown, Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread, is in a bad way. In the week before Christmas, I took him to Urgent Care because all his friends here in town thought he had pneumonia. It turns out he has Leukemia, which came down on him like a freaking freight train, and I got called on Christmas Day to be told that the ICU doctors figured he'd be dead in the next 24-48 hours. He didn't die, and we're all happy about that, we who wait. He's currently on life support, which has been resorted to in order to gain time for the chemotherapy to kick in, and help him kill the goddamn cancer. Anyone who has ever met Berli knows that all he wants is a semi-even fight, and a place where he can wipe the blood off his shoes.
I am the Seanachai. I am an Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread. I haven't had time to post here about this, because my buddy has been in a bad way.
But now, all of you who can't access his FB page, you've been told.
You've been told.
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Actually, much has changed. Christmas morning was when I was called to the hospital, because they told me that Berli was probably going to die in the next day or two.
They were wrong. But maybe 'just' wrong.
It is now 2017. There are, and will be, and will always be, Three Old Ones of the Peng Challenge Thread. There is an old, capering fat man, with wild hair, dancing and singing in the moonlight. There is a ranting lunatic, wise with humor and anger, called MrPeng, who rails against the dying of the light. And there is a Dark Figure, patient as a volcano, who sits wreathed in smokes and vapors, waiting to Judge.
His name is Berli.
He waits, now, and we wait with him. Peng and I sit, in the Wasteland, and we pass the ancient bottle, by the smoking fire, from hand to hand, and we say the words, and we remember. We sit upon the felled trees that form a triangle around the dancing flames.
But one seat is empty, one log bare. But the fire still dances, the bottle still goes round hand to hand, and we still sit and wait.
And the folk still move on, like chattering monkeys, and they grow closer with every day, with their questions and desires, their memories and needs. They create the World, with all their chatter and foolishness, their wisdom and stupidity.
And we abide their coming. And when they arrive, filled with sound and laughter, we move on. Out into the Wasteland.
Berli is there ahead of us, maybe not for the first time. I've sent the word ahead, to ask him to wait for the Old Ones, to wait for the chattering folk, to wait for all the rest, to catch him up.
He has always been a very courteous bastard. I'm thinking he will wait for us. Long enough for us to catch him up, and annoy him.
I long to see him be pissed off with me, again.
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1 minute ago, Seanachai said:
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!
When Letters of Marque come from the King
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen
Goddman them all!
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On 9/17/2016 at 0:50 AM, dalem said:
O, the year was 1778...
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!
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This is a horrible place.
But it does not need to be.
I want each and every one of you horrible little pants pissers to 'call upon the Old Ones of the Peng Challenge Thread' and see what happens. Eh?
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On September 4, 2016 at 1:39 AM, dalem said:
Ren fair with Seanachai today. Very sleepy.
It's rough, being the King of the Cesspool.
The next time you describe yourself as the 'King of the Cesspool', I will come to your fecking house and kill you with a hand axe. This will be easy, because I have a key to your goddamn house, which you gave me, your dog is dead (he wouldn't have barked at me, in any case, because he and I were buddies), and I HAVE A FECKING HAND AXE!
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What's a 'daft'? Is that someone I should know? I know that sometimes, those that were come back to us with new names.
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On May 17, 2016 at 10:03 AM, Michael Emrys said:
Ah, Seanachai, you were a good man once before you let drink drag you down. Alas.
Michael
Drag me down? Maybe it just dragged me...up, and out of the Cesspool? It's so hard to know, when you get right down to it, which direction you're going. But Emrys, friend of my youth... or, well, relatively less horrible old age, I am glad, at least, to see that YOU are still here.
But, you know, they told me you were dead. Was this in error?
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Dearie, dearie me...am I back? Maybe you fecking report to me, you shaggy, stupid PENG CHALLENGE THREAD feckers. I'm only saying.
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Oh, man, Emrys, buddy, I'm so glad to see you're okay. I've been...well, you know 'removed'. Man, i don't know...the people I'm seeing posting seem like a lot of...douchebags.
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So, NaziMikeArmor, or whatever your goddamn name is. Who are you? You need to provide me with some reason why I want to continue to see your name here.
You are showing less than honour to Emrys, a man who, in my experience, you couldn't kill a possum for. So, WHO THE **** ARE YOU?
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On March 6, 2016 at 3:39 AM, PanzerMike said:
Fearlessly old Emrys faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless, the Justicar turns 'round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fearlines in his frown
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowdYeah...that's okay...I see a lot worse ****e these days. But let's get one thing totally, ****ING clear. Emrys is one of The Horseman. And you're a small puddle of piss. And I KNOW THIS, because I'm an Old One of the Peng Challenge.
On March 6, 2016 at 3:39 AM, PanzerMike said: -
The king sat in Dunfermline town
Drinking of the blood red wine
"Where can I get a good sea captain
To sail this mighty ship of mine?"Then up there spoke a bonny boy
Sitting at the king's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
That ever sailed upon the sea"The king has written a broad letter
And sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick
To come to him at his command"An enemy then this must be
Who told a lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman
Nor ever did intend to be"Last night I saw the new, new moon
With the old moon in her arm
And that is the sign since we were born
That means there'll be a deadly storm"They had not sailed upon the sea
A day, a day, but barely three
When loud and boisterous grew the wind
And loud and stormy grew the seaThen up there came a mermaiden
A comb and glass, all in her hand
"Here's a health to you, my merry young men
For you'll not see dry land again""Oh, long may my lady stand
With a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship
Come sailing home wards to dry land"Forty miles off Aberdeen
The water's fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens
With the Scots lords at his feet"Sir Patrick Spens"
Fairport Convention
The Peng Challenge Thread: We Were Here When It All Began
in General Discussion Forum
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Eh, I'm an angry Old Man I feel al little better, knowing that Emrys is still alive. Emrys still in the world makes me feel a bit better. But most of you lot makes me feel like someone's stollen my underwear.