Seanachai

As I was saying, Kitty... YOU AUSSIE BASTARD! I'LL DO YOU FOR THAT! slams that pillock Bullethead who seems to think he's in the Peng Challenge Thread into Mace

As I was saying, Kitty... YOU AUSSIE BASTARD! I'LL DO YOU FOR THAT! slams that pillock Bullethead who seems to think he's in the Peng Challenge Thread into Mace

Well, Kitty, Mace is a 'right cobber' you know...I hope I got that right. Either I've just said he's quite a good fellow, or he repairs shoes like an elf. It's so hard to tell with this language made up by Down Under drunkards... In any case, Kitty, I can only repeat the conversation that Berli and I've had more times than I can count. I'll excerpt it for you: Berli Mace. Seanachai Yeah. Berli I mean, the guy is going out of his way to be known as a sheep shagger! Seanachai Yeah. Berli What the hell's that all about? Seanachai Aussies. Go figure. Berli Yeah, Aussies.

Well, Kitty, Mace is a 'right cobber' you know...I hope I got that right. Either I've just said he's quite a good fellow, or he repairs shoes like an elf. It's so hard to tell with this language made up by Down Under drunkards... In any case, Kitty, I can only repeat the conversation that Berli and I've had more times than I can count. I'll excerpt it for you: Berli Mace. Seanachai Yeah. Berli I mean, the guy is going out of his way to be known as a sheep shagger! Seanachai Yeah. Berli What the hell's that all about? Seanachai Aussies. Go figure. Berli Yeah, Aussies.

Yes, old Gotz Von Berlichtigen. Rather a celebrity, you know, over on the Band of Brothers ladder. drops name, waggles eyebrows at pretty young thing looking interested You see, Kitty - I can call you Kitty, may I not, my dear? I'd call you 'Ms. Kitty', but then I'd feel like Marshall Dillon and I'd have to picture you as a Saloon Girl; while it was Berli's thread that inspired me, it was Peng I particularly found amusing and wished to challenge. Well, m'dear, imagine my surprise, upon starting up the 'Peng, I Take Our Challenge Public' thread, to see that well known celebrity 'Evil Lord of Darkness' Berlichtigen show up almost within the first page! I knew, right then and there, that the three of us were destined to become Ancient Mythic Figures crouched in the Wasteland, and that the Peng Challenge Thread would become a sort of 'Dreamtime Land'.

Yes, old Gotz Von Berlichtigen. Rather a celebrity, you know, over on the Band of Brothers ladder. drops name, waggles eyebrows at pretty young thing looking interested You see, Kitty - I can call you Kitty, may I not, my dear? I'd call you 'Ms. Kitty', but then I'd feel like Marshall Dillon and I'd have to picture you as a Saloon Girl; while it was Berli's thread that inspired me, it was Peng I particularly found amusing and wished to challenge. Well, m'dear, imagine my surprise, upon starting up the 'Peng, I Take Our Challenge Public' thread, to see that well known celebrity 'Evil Lord of Darkness' Berlichtigen show up almost within the first page! I knew, right then and there, that the three of us were destined to become Ancient Mythic Figures crouched in the Wasteland, and that the Peng Challenge Thread would become a sort of 'Dreamtime Land'.

Ha ha! Thank you, Kitty! You know, I've often been asked that but never by so charming a hostess! It's very simple, you see. I'd been reading and lurking on the Combat Mission Forum for some time, and I was quite taken with what a horrible little man MrPeng was. But I'd never dared join in with other than an odd remark or two, until I saw this lengthy, off the wall thread started by that Prince of Darkness, Berlichtigen. He'd started up something like 40 games with all sorts of annoying halfwits and regular posters, and I was quite taken by the banter those lads were indulging in. So I decided to challenge the quite vile and entertaining MrPeng. So I started my own thread titled 'Peng, I Take Our Challenge Public'. And, well, the rest is a rather sordid history!

Ha ha! Thank you, Kitty! You know, I've often been asked that but never by so charming a hostess! It's very simple, you see. I'd been reading and lurking on the Combat Mission Forum for some time, and I was quite taken with what a horrible little man MrPeng was. But I'd never dared join in with other than an odd remark or two, until I saw this lengthy, off the wall thread started by that Prince of Darkness, Berlichtigen. He'd started up something like 40 games with all sorts of annoying halfwits and regular posters, and I was quite taken by the banter those lads were indulging in. So I decided to challenge the quite vile and entertaining MrPeng. So I started my own thread titled 'Peng, I Take Our Challenge Public'. And, well, the rest is a rather sordid history!

Thank you, Dalem, it's great to be here! Now, Kitty, am I to understand that we're here tonight to regale the Goodalers with many a merry story and sing-song?

Thank you, Dalem, it's great to be here! Now, Kitty, am I to understand that we're here tonight to regale the Goodalers with many a merry story and sing-song?

Thanks for the invite, Kitty! A wee lullaby sing-song for the Goodalers: Sit down by the fire And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish you were out here instead It isn't the mice in the wall It isn't the wind in the well But each night they march Out of that hole in the wall Passing through on their way Out of hell They're the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the Boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field And they dance on the rain And they dance on the wind They tap on the window When no-one is in And if ever you see them Pretend that you're dead Or they'll bite off your head They'll rip out your liver And dance on your neck They dance on your head They dance on your chest They give you the cramp And the cholic for jest They're the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the Boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field They play on the wind They sing on the rain They dance on your eyes They dance in your brain Remember this place It is damp and it's cold The best place on earth But it's dark and it's old So lie near the wall And cover your head Good night and God bless, Now f*ck off to bed Sit Down By the Fire -The Pogues

Thanks for the invite, Kitty! A wee lullaby sing-song for the Goodalers: Sit down by the fire And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish you were out here instead It isn't the mice in the wall It isn't the wind in the well But each night they march Out of that hole in the wall Passing through on their way Out of hell They're the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the Boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field And they dance on the rain And they dance on the wind They tap on the window When no-one is in And if ever you see them Pretend that you're dead Or they'll bite off your head They'll rip out your liver And dance on your neck They dance on your head They dance on your chest They give you the cramp And the cholic for jest They're the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the Boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field They play on the wind They sing on the rain They dance on your eyes They dance in your brain Remember this place It is damp and it's cold The best place on earth But it's dark and it's old So lie near the wall And cover your head Good night and God bless, Now f*ck off to bed Sit Down By the Fire -The Pogues

Think about this for a minute, just to please me: Are we to believe that no one on the Ford Marketing Team hesitated and raised the point 'Gee, guys and gals, I don't know if 'Probe' is such a good name for the car...' Which leads me to my belief that 'all the good names are already taken'. In the years to come I predict that we will start to see an upsurge in 'theme' names. Within two years, I predict that all new cars will have an 'Oriental Theme'. We will be seeing the Chevy 'Rending Tiger', and the Pontiac 'Wading Heron'. Within five years we will see a trend towards 'Historical Leaders'. Ford will release the 'Wellington', to be met by BMW's 'Napoleon'. Finally, by the year 2010, things will go something of a full circle, and an American Car manufacturer (manufacturing in Guatemala with home offices in Brazil), will do a massive media campaign for the all new, all American 'Panzerkampfwagen Mark IV'. It will become an immediate classic.

And thanks go out to the otherwise completely worthless MSN Home Page for their news story headline: <big>U.S. Probes 'Mad Cow'</big> Well, why wouldn't it be?

Merry Christmas, you feculent pariahs. "Goddamn you, every one!" -Tiny Soddball

Merry Christmas, you feculent pariahs. "Goddamn you, every one!" -Tiny Soddball

Well, well, well. A Happy Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas to all of you sad, sorry reprobates. I attempted to interest my family in a squirrel sacrifice in the name of the Goddess tonight. The kids were all for it, but the adults came down on it with both feet. Even the youngest, most curly-haired moppet with an innocent smile was yelling, "Yeah! Let's sacrifice a squirrel!" Holidays become harder and harder on my family as the kids start actually grasping what it is I'm talking about. Happy Holidays to our beloved Queen, YK2, and the beauteous ladies of the 'Pool, Persephone and Kitty, as well as the occasional SheWhoMustBeObeyed. A bottle of the good stuff in either paw to the other Olde Ones, Berli and MrPeng. A large tankard of whatever curls the hair to all the Seniour Knights of the Cesspool. A refined glass of punch to each of the Squires of the 'Pool. And an extra tot of grog to all the SSNs out there. A hard and particularly jagged lump of coal shoved up the stocking of all OuterBoarders. A hardy glass of TNT, pus, and whisky for all our Goodaler enemies (Soddball, you bastard, stop beating Tiny Axe2121 with your crutch!) Best wishes to you all! By the way...can anyone tell me why Mace has a sprig of mistletoe hanging from his belt buckle?

I'm sure that Cpl Seanachai will prove most heroic. Also, probably one of the most killed teams in CMAK.

I demand that the Minnesota Miscreants convene after Christmas so I can kick you in the fork for that remark. </font>

You're on. Movies and grog at my place. Pick a date. Tell me what booze to have on hand. I'll tell Papa Khann and Lars to get their butts over here too, lazy bastages. </font>

Yes. I'm sure there are many, many good ideas presented here. No, I'm not. Almost everything was ****e. I propose that BFC commission me to write a series of 'you've lost' afterword screens with an audio element, which cannot be dismissed short of pulling the plug on the computer. I will then, at great length, explain to the recently defeated that they are a very small puddle of poodle urine. The dismissals of their CM playing abilities will be graded by 'level of loss', and within each level there will be a number of randomly chosen screens possible. There should be a 'General Audience' set that comes on the CD, and a downloadable advanced 'Adult Suppurating Loser' version to let people know in rather colourful terms just how badly they reek. The Audio track for the 'Loser Screen' will be recorded by myself and an Australian (the Planet's 'hated losers'); quite possibly Mace, in order to guarantee that the Audio portion is...Crap! Consider the almost voluptuous quality of it all. Seanachai and an Australian, telling a losing player at almost obscene length that they've lost, while indulging in meaningless banter with each other, with annoyingly poor, purposely poor, voice recordings, backed up by all the power of dismissal amassed by something like 15,000 posts to the Peng Challenge Thread. Humiliations Galore. I will charge nothing for the right to do this. I will ask for no free copy of CMX2. I will sign any release necessary to be allowed to humiliate each and every bugger who loses a game of CM. My God. I want to live again!

I think I disapprove of 'Tiny Tanker'. I'm not sure that there is sufficient justification for the existence of 'tiny tanker'. I think that 'Tiny Tanker' should probably die. Oh, he tries hard enough, God knows. But he is not making me laugh. Of course, that's true of much of what you lot post. But almost every one of you has, at some point, and however briefly, made me laugh. Not so Tiny Tanker. I am not laughing. I don't believe I have laughed. My memory may be wrong, but there are no echoes of jolly merriment pealing down the corridors of my mind associated with the screenname 'Tiny Tanker'. In short, there is no reason for there to be a 'Tiny Tanker'. I am not speaking, here, of Coventry. He is an egregious lackwit, but he is not overly vulgar, nor vicious, nor intent on causing trouble. He is simply a pothole in the smooth flow of the Thread, and the frequency of his posting is making the drive increasingly rough. I think, perhaps, that he needs to commit Forum suicide. It is probably best that he sit down and ponder, long and hard, and then beat his current screenname to death with a ballpeen hammer, and re-register as a new, reborn individual who will be amusing (however infrequently). But perhaps I'm being overly harsh. After all, I am 'the Nice One'. Perhaps there are unrealized depths to this poster. Right now, my feeling is 'throw on your flip-flops, lads, we're going for a walk through 'Tiny Tankers' posts'. Perhaps he has extended himself, and I simply missed it (Sit down, Bauhaus!). So. Who here will speak up for this creature?

Don't breathe that ****e in. It causes renal shut-down, liver damage, and a bizarre condition that makes you look like a basset hound.

I demand that the Minnesota Miscreants convene after Christmas so I can kick you in the fork for that remark.

Troops moving slowly can often avoid minefields altogether (troops at a 'walk' for example). The faster they move, the more likely they are to suffer casualties. You aren't necessarily sent a telegram about every mine that someone steps on. (sometimes, if you go down to the number 1 view, and watch them, you can see someone catch it hot). There is an element of the random. Sometimes twelve buggers moving like muskox over the tundra come to no harm, other times 4 sneaking buggers end up as one panicked soprano. Mine fields are not the same as some Sci-Fi Tachyon Field of Doom. I've had opponents hit my mine fields and seemingly just stroll on by. Later, of course, when the same units are checked, they're found to have suffered one or two casualties without otherwise having come under fire. Again, entering a mine field isn't the same as plunging into the heart of a star. Some few, some horribly scarred few, will always make it through. It may only be 10 out of 12 soldiers, though. What? You thought a minefield was like some kind of 'unit elimination zone'?