Seanachai

Slowly, and like a diet low in fiber content; i.e. irregularly. I guess I've decided (in an Eeyore sort of way) to enter the one true thread (the peng, or whatever the hell that's supposed to mean). Yes, yes, a quick sod-off to the lot of you, but I understand that I'm to specifically challenge an individual. Oh me, oh my. So, here goes; acceptable, if a bit limp. I Like the reference to Eeyore. Winnie-the-Pooh is a demi-god. Eat dung, elvis (lower case "e" intended). May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your groin. You can barely manage the OOmph to give a good "wankers" call occasionally, and I pee in your general direction. Your mother was a gopher, and your uncle smelled of boysenberries. definitely limp, but not objectionable. A Hiramesque effort. Does that suffice? No? Well, then , Ok, You have not the balls to meet me on the field of battle, and I hereby slap you repeatedly with my leather Field-Glove-O-Love. Were you the real Elvis, you'd at least have the grace to die upon the toilet of infamy, instead of spewing your random drive-by pedestrian insults. 'Strodinarily uneven. Mention of 'thingies' in a jejeune way, hints of perversion in a smirking but uninteresting way, followed by a tacky but Threadishly acceptable reference to the disturbing death of the King. How's that? 6.7 Not enough, you say? OOOOokkaayyyy, Elvis, you couldn't process a turn in less than a fortnight, even if your favorite dog were the soup-de-jour of all the Vietnamese restaurants in San Francisco! Hmm, rises a bit in his (completely farcical) interpretation of how quickly that swine Elvis can turn files around, slides into losership with ethnic references that further not the cause of taunting, especially as they have nothing to do with Elvis, which puts them into the realm of idiocy. Does that work? Should I be more specific? Elvis, you are but a zit on the arse of the largest prostitute in Copenhagen, Denmark. Does that work? Have I challenged you personally enough? No? Vulgarity. Complete fall-off in quality. Lowest point yet. Hard pressed for even our most impressionable and least intelligent participants to find any quality of taunting here. OK, I guess I must continue. You, sir elvis (of the infected pelvis), are not worth the stick it takes to scrape the dog-doo from my shoes. I spit-at-thee, I spit-at-thee, I spit-at-thee. Childish, but improves dramatically with the three times (a mystical number) repetition of the classic, 'I spit at thee'. Ok, I'm spent. If there is anything at all glandular that keeps your legs from rubbing together, you will send a set-up my way, so that I may prove that Elvis is, indeed, dead and rotting. I don't imagine it takes much to 'empty' this poster. Refrain from matters 'glandular', lad. A decent reference to Elvis dead and rotting. So, all the rest of you, BUGGER OFF!! The only classical moment, and the least objectionable, even if it is derivative and formulaic repetition. Overall: 4.5 Reasoning on why it wasn't lower: Poster made some, however uneven, attempts to mock and revile an individual, references to AA Milne, the occassional interesting turn of phrase. Lost points for: Thingy references, unimaginative vulgarity, pointless ethnic slurs. Current Peng Challenge Thread interpretation: It's nice to see people make an effort, but this effort is both limp and unpalatable. The poster should raise their personal sights and standards, and refrain from gratuitous ethnic slurs, thingy references, and childish references to fecal matter. Concentrate on your strengths: Odd references to unexpected sources, personal harassment, and an occassional nice turn of phrase. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 03-16-2001).]

You scrofulous toad. Are you really so half-witted that you never considered that we could have been posting our replies at the same time, and that yours beat me to the posting punch, as it were? Apparently both of us are actionable employees, who sneak off to post to the Mother Beautiful Thread at odd moments during the working day. Translation: The terms of my six month incarceration in the Hennepin County Workhouse (conveniently near my job location in Plymouth) allows me to continue work so as not to lose my job, making me even more of a burden on society than I currently am. Thus, while I am out on day release, I have to return to the workhouse lock-up by 6 PM every Friday night for the entire weekend, until my sentence has run it's course. I assume these are the nights when you're supposed to be attending counseling or rehab, and you've worked out some kind of deal with your probation officer? Thursday, the actual 22nd, would work best for me. I'm sure that any encounter with you two swine will bring into play the age old construction saying: You can always get through Friday somehow. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Hey, I'm cool with Friday, although over here in Minneapolis it falls on the 23rd on our calendars. Jefe, if we can reconcile the day of the week/numbering system in use by Deke, does this work for you? Deke, after confirming my normal lack of a life with my calendar at home, I will email you by conventional means, with contact information that will allow you to harass me in the Real World™. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

You only have @130 posts less than myself? You should seek help, this is an all too clear warning sign that only the most dysfunctional would ignore. Especially as a great many of yours on on threads outside the Peng Challenge Thread. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

It is precisely because of taking my medication regularly that I am what I am today. I suppose it might have been more appropriate and productive if any of them had actually been prescribed for me, or even, in fact, issued by a doctor. Sorry, but being of non-Scandinavian descent here in Minnesota, we are taught from a very early age to ignore all forms of the Squarehead languages, as this just encourages them. This necessary regional adaptive screening led me to see your attempts at communication as little better than random symbols and letters, rather than communication in the language of our very own Geier (although we must admit, the distinction there is so fine as to be microscopic). As for your handle, my wondering about it was merely an offhand, incomplete train of thought that was probably awkward for lesser intellects to follow. I was wondering to myself how a Heraldite would have hit upon one of Charlemagne's Knights for a screen handle. But perhaps the genesis was something more disappointingly mundane, such as it actually being your name. I am intrigued by this sudden appearance of the Zeppo Heraldite. Does he play like Bauhaus, that is, badly, but still managing to wrest victory away from his betters, or like Moriarity, to say, play a good, solid game but have fate cheat him time and time again, or like Berli, that is, by playing all humanity and figure that accounting will sort them into the proper circle of Hell as the numbers roll in? What say the Heraldites? And why was this one kept locked in the figurative attic for so long before making his appearance here among us? ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 03-14-2001).]

Shandorf is all but unique to the Board, in that he posts under two different identities, both of which are exactly the same. It's like dealing with an incredibly thick and unimaginative schizophrenic. He claims one as his postings from work, and the other from home. The man puts too many boxes around his existence. Oh, Jefe, I'm...well, not 'sorry', but did not mean to ignore your repeated challenges. I hesitated to see if some games were going to wind down because I just have too many freaking games going right now. Let another couple finish up and we shall try again. This time I will do the setup in order to inject that oh so necessary level of intellect and mature guidance. Also, in reparation for the spiritual scars of our previous game, you will have nothing but conscript level support vehicles and fortifications (which I will place for you). ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Yes, Shandorf my little man, the St. Paul boy is inviting you and I for appetizers and drinks, perhaps at Kieran's Pub in Minneapolis. He apparently wishes to look upon the face of horror (that would be you) and ugliness (you again, I'm afraid), and his betters (me, this time), and, by means of this face to face, come to a better grasp of the place he occupies in the Peng Challenge Thread Universe. Currently that would be somewhat above Armornut (because he is Norwegian and living in California), but pretty much below everyone else. Oh, except Priest, who won't insult anyone properly, but keeps diving in here for hugs and warm chuckles with Lorak. Now, I'm all for this sort of 'bonding' amongst opponents, but some of the chaps say all the hand-shaking and bowing and bum-slapping and 'after you, my dear Alphonse' stuff is not appropriate to the Peng Challenge Thread, and are seriously afraid that come Christmas Eve Priest and Lorak are going to run into the damn Thread, sing 'Silent Night' together, and start up a game of footer right in the middle of the 'Pool. So, Jefe, this would seem a good thing. After all, Peng, Elvis and Hiram periodically get together for a sing-song. I guess perhaps we should as well. I cannot do it this weekend, as I have committments because of St. Patrick's Day, but perhaps next weekend? ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Here, Deke, ease up on the alliteration, you're making some of the people queasy. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Well...there was a fourth Stooge, and a fourth Marx Brother, so why not a fourth Heraldite? Does the Zeppo Heraldite also play CM? And what's with the handle and peculiar language choice? Is he from Racine? Finally, doesn't the Herald hunt down its escapees? Even Minimum Security prisons take the trouble, so what excuse does the Herald use for allowing former employees loose, to the detriment of everyone's security? ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Stop whining. Goanna and I've been playing a game since before Christ was a corporal. I think we began it during the Second Incarnation of the Thread. Certainly not later than the Third Incarnation. It's a sign of Peng Challenge Thread maturation that you end up in hideous, never-ending games that take so long to play that you end up toasting the victory at the wedding where your son marries Peng's eldest daughter. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

I didn't say 'Out of State', you cretin, I said 'Outstate'. There's a difference, although to your average dull, vague, pabst-swilling inhabitant of someplace like Rochester, or Alexandria, I suppose being accused of being from the more remote parts of Minnesota don't seem any worse than being accused of...here, that doesn't wash. Being from 'Outstate' Minnesota is so far superiour to being from 'Out of State', that the differences between a loathsome slug like yourself, and Myself, must disappear into insignificance when we consider how many Out of State swine...ahem. Yes, anyway, where was I... Shoreview?! And I've been exchanging posts with you?! Ewwwww. I feel like I've put my tongue into the mouth of a marsupial (and not one of your attractive, enticing marsupials, either. Which are they? Ask Mace or Stuka, they apparently keep lists; I don't want to know why). Still, I suppose it could be worse. You could have been from the Western Suburbs, rather than from the 'Rich Rednecks' Northern St. Paul suburbs. Well, now. That's a strangely fair offer. I've wanted to see if Shandorf is as deeply disturbing and gamey a bastard as his posts/game play seem to indicate. And I've never actually met a fully evolved St. Paulite (mind, the only thing from keeping you being another 'hell, they don't plow the streets and even Jesse Ventura's sobered up briefly enough to notice the street system is complete ****e' is the fact that you play CM). So, I figure either Brits Pub, or Kierans, or we could go for dead ugly and meet someplace like the Half-Time Rec, but of course, that would disqualify North Mpls Suburb Boy. Best bet is the Downtown, Minneapolis area, where you suburbanites will depend on native guides to keep you from harm. Pity Chrisl can't join us. His understanding and past is in the right place, although he's sold out his future to sit teetering on the edge of a faultline, taking a pull from the Lotus of Impermanence, and contributing to power outages in a State that's over-populated and over-extended itself faster than a rat colony by a landfill. All that said, and in regards to your terms: A)I bathe every morning, every day of the year (and I am not a bloody squarehead, but I am a Minnesotan). I cannot be accused of, nor even make head or tail of your point B. C) I will do my best. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 03-13-2001).]

'Tis true. Berli might command all the smoke in Western Europe, but once again I display my ability to call down a blinding curtain of angel's feathers. Scribe it thusly, Lorak most Loathed and Acknowledged: Berli, once again royally screwed out of a victory, Seanachai staring about, smiling, like a puzzled lamb gamboling before his Maker. The score and other aspects are of no importance (mind, I'm engraving them on my treasured book of memories), as Berli, recognizing the need to once again grit his teeth, cry foul on the Powers That Be, and curse the Universe as a place where the worst jokes always happen to the best people, caved rather than use his still significant infantry strength to try and rectify what was easily one of the most miracle engendering armour shoot-outs in recent memory. Berli is advised to stick to using the Germans in future games, so that the Righteous Powers of the Universe don't have to continue to grant victories to Evil Nazis. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 03-13-2001).]

I...sorry, all, I'm a bit done out, right now, and it's better I don't respond to this. I'm working hard to come up with some alternative to posting how I feel right now. Wait, the aging idiot has an idea. How 'bout a bit of a sing-song?(no matter how bad things get, it can't get bad enough to negate a good sing-song) Now depression's not a million laughs but suicide's too dangerous don't go leapin' out of windows in the middle of the night. For it's not the fall but landin' that'll alter social standin'; so go first and ask yer father, I'm sure he'll set ya' right. When you look close enough, there's often a tale too sad for idjits, but too jolly for wisemen. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

What in the name of all that may or may not be holy is a Carl Polad? It may be a point of further amusement for you, you lickspittle, but I have no idea. You useless, pointless, gutter-licking, fore-lock pulling excuse for improper after-birth disposal. I'm roight up to here with you wandering Peng Challenge Mendicants showing up here and deciding that you're neither man enough to go tactic to tactic with Berli, nor able to go bitterness to bitterness with Peng, so who do you pick on? Old Seanachai, to be sure. The only member of the Triumvirate who doesn't advocate hunting you down like the jockey shorts spillage that you are and erasing your presence from the universe with a quick scrub of a handi-wipe; which act would win the acclaim of everyone, including your own shame-faced and long suffering parents. DekeFentle, you purposeless toad. Do you think, lad, that just because I'm the nice one (compared to Berli or Peng, you certifiably 'special' child), I won't treat you like the unwanted pregnancy that you are? You refuse to admit your residence, lad. This means nothing to the gaijin, the foreigners, but it means a great deal here in Minnesota, and you know it. Even Shandorf (that roight bastard) admits that he lives in Brooklyn Center...wait a moment. You're not his disturbed roomate, are you? The one that used to post here as 'Mother Teresa'? In any case, I'm fed up to here with those who take my presence, such as it is, lightly. There is no Thread but the Thread, and only Seanachai, Berli, and Peng are its Prophets (Yes, I know, but they're significant. Without them, none of this would have been necessary). I ENACT MY WILL! (I saw/heard a crazy woman proclaim this in front of the Capitol building in Madison, WI. After doing so, she looked around and smile at the rest of us). I'll take just a wee bit o' ****e from true Peng Challenge Threaders. But I won't take it from the snuffling, semi-literate, arse-scratching bunch of Peng wannabes that drift in to the Thread from time to time and decide that just because ol' Seanachai isn't as harsh as some, that he's some sort of head-bobbing doorman. On that note: GEIER, YOU OTHERWISE ACCEPTABLE AND USELESS BIT OF GENETIC FAILURE! IF YOU ARE EVER GIVEN THE OPTION, AS, ALL THE GODS DESIRE, YOU WILL NOT BE, TO START UP THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD AGAIN: IF YOU DO NOT USE BOTH THE TERMS 'PENG' AND 'CHALLENGE', I SHALL FIND THE MEANS TO FLY TO THAT BENIGHTED, SQUAREHEAD, F'ING NATION THAT YOU CROUCH IN, LIKE SOME SAD POSTULANT BEREFT OF WITS EXCEPT AS GRANTED BY THE THREAD OF THREADS, AND RIP YOUR GODDAMN LUNGS OUT THROUGH YOUR ARSEHOLE. Now, all that said, and given the jolly nature of the Peng Challenge Thread, who's for a bit of a sing-song? ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Holger Dansk? Ogier the Dane? Who the bloody hell are you, lad? This isn't some eurotrash disco, where tomorrow's doorway sleeping vagrants are today's posters. Sound off in la Anglais, you foreign git, or hold your water. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

ELVIS! GODDAMN YOU, I'LL HAVE YOUR EYES OUT IF YOU USE THIS PLOY ONE MORE BLOODY TIME! THERE'S SO MUCH USELESS ****E SHOWING UP IN OUR EVER MORE QUICKLY MOVING THREADS THAT THIS SIMPLY WON'T CUT IT ANY LONGER! Post like a man, lad, or lie down and ask people to wipe their boots on you. Now is the time when all true Peng Threaders must come to the aid of the Thread. Selah. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

DAMN YOU, SHAW! YOU'VE THWARTED ME FOR THE LAST TIME! I DEMAND A SETUP FROM YOU INSTANTER, SIR! Shaw, I use a large, heavy, and rough gauntlet to slap all four cheeks. When you've finished rubbing the various affected areas to take the sting out, I suggest, Old Foul Joe, that you send me a setup not larger than 1500 points, all other conditions to be set by you, Mr 'Put the Squire down and step away'. This has been a long time coming, Shaw. Many have claimed that we are equally long-winded and tedious, but this is the final straw. That I should have to go to Lorak's site and find you to be a common poacher, snatching up Squires from better men! Despite his obvious instability and apparent appeal to even more disturbed individuals, I wished I'd cast the mantle on DekeFentle just so a Squire of mine could stomp the guts out of your Squire! Fast up with it, Shaw! This incidence of lèse majesté cannot pass unanswered! ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

True, although the latter in no way sullies the pigeon, while in the Peng Challenge Thread the process is a two way street. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Croda, as the only way that cats enter my apartment is as foodstuffs, they do not prevent me from approaching my computer. As for the charge of fearing you, my only fear is that my victory over you will unhinge you completely, and lead to a Menschian style personal deterioration on your part. As I fear you are not a very stable soul to begin with, I'm equally afraid that a victory on your part will have exactly the same results. I'm left, therefore with a dilemma. All that aside, I was unable to process turns for the last two nights because of previous committments (that is, we were once again attempting to have Mensch committed on Wednesday night), and last night I spent working on a project for my boss that I thought wasn't due until next week. However, tonight I have already turned down far more attractive offers than continuing the humiliation of playing you so that I might do just that. I was amazed at myself. Look for turns this evening, you root cause of social dysfunction. Oh, and I will also get turns out to all the other lowlifes tonight (the lowest of whom is still perched on a ledge looking down at Croda). ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Well bowled, especially the nice bit where you slam the execrable "Crodaburg". My last Squire was elevated to Knighthood, and then a whole passle of likely candidates were further elevated by Lorak (on what I feel was a perfectly justifiable basis, and applaud the action, although I so thoroughly despise Lorak that if I ever meet him in person, I will not buy him more than a dozen pints of Guinness). And although I agree that simple Squire bouts should not be the basis for receiving the buffet of Knighthood, I also believe that those who cannot find a sponsor from the Thread should not be raised to Knighthood either, short of a significant percentage of the Knights giving the supplicant the nod (let's face it, there are individuals so disturbing that no one might want to associate their name with them as their Squire, but the same individual might, at some point, be accepted as a Knight). That said, I would fling the mantle of 'Squire' around Agua Perdido. Although his attempts at prose were vile and ill-conceived, at least he made the effort. Who knows, with my mentorship he might even improve. Certainly I've noticed in him a commendable tendency towards longer posts. Now, Deke, while also showing a tendency towards long posts, keeps swinging back and forth between idiocy and posts that scan well. Also, he's refused to admit that he lives in Mankato or other primitive place, or some poxy suburb of the Twin Cities. So, if the certifiable swine known here as 'Agua Perdido' should agree, I wish him acknowledged by all as the Squire of Seanachai. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 03-09-2001).]

Bugger, either these two are sleeping together or we've got another one on using two screen names. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

I basically assume all my opponents play drunk most of the time. Sounds like Elvis, Peng, and Hiram play their games from inside a liquor store in order to save valuable time and gasoline. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Since I have difficulty determining when you're jesting and when you're serious, I will treat this as the latter and rush forward to reassure you. Priest, old chap, I would never intentionally hurt your feelings! In fact, I rush forward to protect and cherish them. I will gather them up, and take them home and keep them in a fur-lined box (but not real fur, that's cruel). I know that it was the Mad One who advocated that the knuckle dragger plow furrows on his slouch over to our digs. I but used your post as the engine by which to ridicule the aforesaid idjit. There, all better now? Friends again? That's lovely, truly it is. Now, in the interest of staying the course, wouldn't you like to insult someone? Taunt a bit more, perhaps? Go ahead, that's why we're here. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Sorry, Berli, I've been trying to raise Peng (Genuflect, Saint Bauhaus!), but apparently he's sitting in the lotus position under the Bo tree somewhere, coming to grips with the concept of Meeks by contemplating the rotting state his body will assume after death. As regards the Book of Armaments, I've done some tinkering with the Myxomatosis virus in an attempt to take the Saddam Hussein approach to Hamsters, but so far no success. Oh, but someone should inform Dalem that Hamsters is the horror known as Meeks in its most raw and scurrying form. As the Elder Gods, I suggest we try really nasty cave paintings and a unified posture of righteousness against Meeks until he shows the proper respect. The useless sod. Bar that, I suggest we coordinate a vacation trip to the southern hellhole where he makes his home, and we all put the boot in. A lot. Oh, and we bring flowers and a really nice gift to his purported girlfriend. She's suffered enough, and might appreciate a little attention from the Trinity, who understands her pain and despair. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 03-08-2001).]

Your post, lad, is wonderfully...incoherent. But not in the way that Mensch or Meeks's(latest incarnation) posts are incoherent. Their posts are incoherent due to madness or mad intent. Your post is just...what the hell are you trying to say? Why have you posted here? Are you completely dim, or just lost? If you're lost, hurry-scurry back to the main Board before something worse happens to you. If you're completely dim, do the same. If you're...sorry, but I've exhausted the only possible explanations for what you've posted here. Hurry, hurry, back to the main Board, you've a very important date... ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues