Seanachai

I attempted to post this moments after the original post, but was told the forums were down while Madmatt and Kwazydog argued over what form of ritual sacrifice was most likely to result in extending bartimes without legal consequences. Here, Priest, you fool, we don't want that idiot in here! He can take himself off to Testosterone Island and post there by writing on the ground with a stick. We do know Kitty, and aren't particularly interested in lackwitted stalkers dragging their ignorance in here and waving it like a flag just to annoy one of our esteemed members. Yeesh, what next, will you be sending any other undesirables our way? We don't have a large statue of Peng in the harbour, lad, with a plaque reading: 'Send us your arrogant, your inane, your useless yearning to post idiocy.' Those here who do so do it by choice, not because they're not capable of anything else. Now, gather up any objectionable toads you've herded in here, and boot them back out into the Real World, with the hopes that Darwinism works more quickly than usual, and frees us all of their presence before they are able to breed. Good Lord. This isn't a landfill for your rejects, it's the Peng Challenge Thread, home to taunting, wit(at least on occassion), and the rather loathsome camraderie of competition. Not: 'got something unbelievable annoying, feeble, and stupid to say? Wander on over and say it in the Peng Challenge Thread.' While every vile thing you might want to say about 'Luftwaffe' is totally true and accurate, we're not the homeland for arseholes, despite what some of the lower intellects might claim. The Peng Challenge Thread is actually the Homeland of all that is best and brightest about Combat Mission. You just won't notice this opalescent quality on the day to day posts here. But take them in sum, consider all the sources, and you will find the hard, brilliant, and beautiful diamond in the rough of the Combat Mission forums. ------------------ 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).]

That's not a spelling error, you uncultured toad. One of the lads from the Commonwealth nations can probably help confirm your unworldly view. As to your feeble attempts to justify the Dreamteam force you've pulled together to defend "Croda Hill" (a hideous place that I'm having a great deal of trouble convincing my lads is worth capturing given that Croda's visage seems to be sculpted into the top), well, of course these AFVs were all in historical use. Whatever was I thinking. In fact, they were invariably found in formations just like yours (no doubt the classic OOB for all German armoured units). [posted in a disparagingly satirical vein in order to goad Croda into foolish mistakes and ill-advised, anger inspired attempts at revenge. No gamey unit purchases were actually made in the harming of Croda]

Well, it's not a Moderator as such, it's Madmatt. I don't know about you, but when large, bald, crazy people tell me to play over there, I generally go where pointed. Things are just easier that way. So stop whinging. You're doing well in our PBEM, I'd think that would make you happy. Now that I've seen a cross-section of most of Germany's Uber-tanks, when will you be bringing the King Tigers out? What are you saving them for, the clean-up? Or is your sense of shame kicking in, and you're holding them on the edge of the map, ready to sneak them off so you won't have to admit you bought them as well (unless, of course, things go against you, when you'll throw shame to the hamsters, and rush them into battle)? Still, I shouldn't complain. You did actually buy a couple of regular Panzer IVs. They were used as the decoys, of course, to discover my Cromwells and other such historically and commonly used AFVs. ------------------ 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

Gentlemen, what in thunder is going on? The Mad One has not been by here yet asking people to go, move, shift, gather up their things and move on down the road. Yet I find both Croda and Peter out on the main Board setting up dueling Peng Challenge Threads. Is this boisterous high spirits brought on by a premature intimation of Spring, or just stupidity? My instinct is the latter. Please refrain from posting a multitude of 'Peng' hobo jungles out there until the Power That Is stops by and lets us know our time has come. Then let us fill up our buckets with our natal effluent and proceed in an orderly manner to our new home. I thought the Bald One wanted us to gather up our cardboard boxes and flattened coke can roofs when the Thread approached 20 pages? ------------------ 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

Thank you, Mattias, for making one of the more valid points here. I'm often confused by people who expect a representation of armoured combat to reflect the tank crew reaching for the armour penetration, armour thickness, probability to hit, and precise vehicle identification charts, and making split second decisions on what they should do next. In combat, do you suppose a TD commander radioed the gunner and driver with: "Sorry, boys, but combat analysis of our gun, their armour, our speed, their profile, and given what we know about that barely id'd tank indicates we simply don't have a chance. Hold fire and move to that intricately pre-plotted position from which our calculations give us a better chance of success." I imagine, in fact, that it was a little bit more of: "Good Lord, there's a kraut tank (winging thought, Panther? God, probably), let him have it!" The question should be: does the game model actual combat in the 40's, or should the AI behave with precisely and optimally calculated responses? I would regard the latter as so thoroughly unrealistic as to make play meaningless, and return results you wouldn't find in the field. If you wish to give the Hellcat a complex, computerized risk/success assessment capability, why not give it laser sights, radar, and projectile guidance, as well? ------------------ 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

None that you'd have the wit to understand. Which isn't so much an advertisement of their complexity and depth, as a judgement on your ability to comprehend. We post what we do here to give half-wits like yourself an opportunity to try and relate. I wondered in here hoping to find some intelligent converstation going on but as usual it's more talk about rodents. This is often the problem with 'wondering' vaguely around. Try to focus, and things might come to you more clearly. Still, it must be amusing to people around you to watch others explain jokes to you, time after time after time. The description of your inability to grasp even the basics of what's going on must always begin, I'm sure, with the phrase 'you wouldn't believe the thick idjit I saw in action the other night at such and such a place...' If you people are that desperate for sex, go rent a prostitute. If you don't have the money for that, go buy a sheep. Thank you, but we would prefer not to join you in your exploration of life without unpaid and willing partners. I can only assume that your 'wondering' around looking for intelligent conversations is a form of voyeurism. I've seen many of your posts, and it's clear you will never be a participant. 'Wanderful' of you to stop by, old chap! Here in the Peng Challenge Thread, we just can't get enough of your pithy observations and rather disturbing social preferences! Now be a good lad, and sod off, eh? ------------------ 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 03-06-2001).]

All the 'Poolers? You wank. All the 'Poolers fit to be viewd by the other sorts. You cheeky bastard. Mod the man's face, and he scurries off to trumpet its availability. Some Peng Challenge Threaders remain a mystery, unlike your all too available self, Peter. Still, it is the finest Mod collection of the Millenium. Collect them all, and trade them with your friends. ------------------ 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 03-06-2001).]

As a representative of the state of Minnesota, I ask that you either spell the word 'gophers', or correctly identify them as 13 stripe ground squirrels. Secondly, I ask that you refrain from claiming you could win the war with 10 shots from 3 tanks, and howling over the misses. You have neither seen enough reality, nor suffered enough bad luck to be whinging over this minor set-back. Thirdly, German tanks are not sexy, unless you are suffering from some serious sexual dysfunctions. They are well designed and effective, but they should not inspire nocturnal fantasies. Try to get out more and meet people. Finally, you will see far more horrifying situations than this in a game that does a very fine job of modeling the nightmare that is the Real World™. PS-Do not presume to tell Bauhaus to sit down. You have a long ways to go. ------------------ 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

Sigh. Thereby hangs a tale...or rather, from a tail thereby they hang... At one time, oh Practitioners of the Peng Challenge, Elijah Meeks arrived among us, claiming to be a multitude of hamsters, and very apparently as mad as a February Hare (a much more brutal and stupid month, here in the North Country, than March). By steady, repeated, and yeomanly application of the Brick (now on view in the Peng Challenge Thread Museum. Reproductions available in the Gift Shoppe), he was driven, pounded, and molded back into the personnae of Elijah Meeks. A wonder of modern psychological practice, you say? Alas, alas, Babylon. It was not so. How many of you have seen the brilliant and darkly satirical Brit film "The Ruling Class"? Andreas, if you haven't seen this one, it's a must see for you, my lad, it's right up your alley (Sit Down, Bauhaus!...here, I'll be licensing that soon. I make a motion that no one who isn't a full Knight be allowed to tell Bauhaus to sit down. Where do strolling half-wits get off telling Bauhaus to sit, after all? One should have to earn the right to tell saintly perverts to get a grip on themselves (Bauhaus! Don't make me repeat myself!)). In any case, the concept behind the movie, which features a fabulous performance by the young Peter O'Toole, is that the scion of a noble English house has gone quite mad, and believes he is Jesus Christ. By means of modern psychology, manipulation, electric shock, and trauma, the young heir is hammered back into the Real World. Except, of course, that he then decides he's Jack the Ripper. This results, finally, in him butchering everyone around him, while rising to high position in the House of Lords, and garnering the acclaim of the Nation. We have suffered a similar occurence with Meeks. As the chittering verminous silliness of 'A Multitude of Hamsters', he annoyed and puzzled all. But, after he was brought into alignment with Reality by use of the Brick, we had...Meeks. And that, as we all know, was...well...Meeks. Peng and I take full responsibility (shut up, Peng, you helped wield the Brick, and gave him just as many sound whacks as I) for the results. Yes, Ladies and Male Members of the Peng Challenge Thread (Bauhaus, goddamn your eyes, I shan't tell you again! Sorry, all, but it's often difficult to use the term 'gentlemen' here). We shan't make that mistake again. If Meeks (shudder) has reverted to a Multitude of Hamsters; if the Peng Challenge Thread equivalent of Pol Pot has returned to a scurrying, snickering band of rodentia, hanging from every branch like mad vermin playing at being possums, then I, for one, shall acquiesce in the reversion, and leave well enough alone. ------------------ 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 03-06-2001).]

Skyways? Bloody suburbanite. West suburbs? No, they're afraid to even go into the city... It matters not. Walk through the actual streets, you plushy toy, not the suburbanite habitrail. At least accusing me of a 'propensity for apologies' shows some promise. That's a fairly harsh accusation around here. I shan't acknowledge you again until I know your locale. I'd hate to find out later I'd been acknowledging a traditional clan enemy. Or worse, you could be from some disturbing area of the outstate. As for Chrisl, although he's admittedly a limp lotus eater now, he did dwell here in the North for several years. While it wasn't enough to make a man of him and prevent him from moving to Kalifornia, it did teach him how to fight in the snow, and he's familiar with the concepts of a Real State. A year or two more, and he might have been salvaged. Sigh. Still, maybe we shouldn't judge too harshly. Maybe he's only in Kalifornia because he's in prison, and has no choice. Keep a good thought, I always say. ------------------ 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 acknowledge the return of Hamsters. It may continue. ------------------ 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 all your sniggering and nudging and send back a turn, you nutter. Oh, and Chupacabra and Pawbroon, if you're coming by. I've sent turns to both of you, and I believe I've gotten turns back that wouldn't load. Please check the games we have going, and resend, or let me know if you got something that wouldn't load. I know I've been having a lot of difficulties with both these games in terms of files being corrupt. Also, where are the French? The tone of this whole Thread is going down the loo without the French taunting. And who's this excrescence that keeps admonishing Mark IV? Treeburst155? Isn't that one of the Ents? I thought we'd gotten over that whole 'Lord of the Rings' summer stock thing. ------------------ 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 03-04-2001).]

Lorak, please note thusly: OberGruppenStompin'Fueherer: win Seanachai: loss It was a near thing. I began the game by horribly mis-handling my armour. Then, through a righteous application of artillery and Tommy infantry indomitability, I slaughtered many of the manky git's charging infantry. But then, slowly, slowly, my lads sank down...mostly into the rubble of the buildings blown up by his stinking Hummel, which led a charmed life, dodging tanks, artillery, and mortar fire while carrying out it's obnoxious urban renewal. Finally, he achieved a rather paltry victory. The butcher's bill, I might add, favoured myself. Now, if only we could find a worthwhile moniker for the idjit. ------------------ 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 03-04-2001).]

I apologize to the Thread for this, a Landsman of Shandorf (worthless toad) and mine. I'm sure he's originally from Gary IN or Chicago, or something. I assure you that actual Minnesotans taunt better than this. Hell, even Shandorf taunts better than this. Please avert your eyes until this fool is shown to be a pretender, or he recovers himself and remembers that this is the Peng Challenge Thread, and not the half-way house he spends his evenings in. ------------------ 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 03-04-2001).]

You perfect git. It's not swampland Berli's selling, it's eternal damnation. Although the rates are good. You give him your immortal soul, and you receive eternal damnation. Oh, I know you're supposed to get wealth, power, and women (although in your case, I'm sure a nice lie down in a quiet place would answer) as part of the deal, but generally you're screwed out of those. Still, I think that Berli returning eternal damnation for your soul still means you're getting the better end of the deal. I mean, what's he going to do with that pale, shivering, weak-as-water bit of spiritual detritus? Probably just toss it behind a wardrobe in Hell and leave it there with the dust bunnies. Not something you'd mount on the mantelpiece and point out to visitors with pride, that's for certain. Now, muster your little bit of manhood, whatever might be left after your lie down, and try taunting someone, or sod off. You're taking up valuable space that we could be using to store old tires, or Lawyer could be using to store bile, or somefink. ------------------ 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 chap's been around the Board a while, lads, he knew what he was getting into when he came in here playing at the naif. I say let him have it, and spare not the slander. ------------------ 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

Actually, the Canadian rat was here before the Limey rat. Still, nice rant, Rat fella. I feel much less need to hurl when reading your posts. You seem to be finding your feet...er, paws, here in the 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

Hiram, is that you? His spirit lives on... ------------------ 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

My God, I can't watch. Run, child. ------------------ 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

One of the signs of true idiocy is to post nothing, and then smirk about the lack of contribution. ------------------ 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, actually, my victory over Moriarity would, on the surface, normally have appeared to be totally crushing. I controlled all but one of, what, 4? 5? VLs. But the butcher's bill actually favoured young Moriarity. So, I accept the minor victory, Lorak the Lout (you have been extremely disrespectful of me lately, lad. Don't make me defeat you again.) I have to say that once again Moriarity played a very good game, although he still Lost a Lot Now™. He was an honourable opponent, full of surprises, tenacious as hell, and I don't hate him anywhere near as much as I hate Bauhaus. There is something wrong with Bauhaus. I am trying to put my thumb on exactly what, but I don't like actually touching even the concept of Bauhaus with unprotected skin. ------------------ 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

Meeks, my little lad. The turn went out this evening. Now, I have no problem with being insulted, but I would request that you base the insults on something that might, however remotely, have something to do with my existence, rather than nightmares you suffer from that lead to rather humiliating nocturnal emissions. I might add, your info about the setup was...shall we say, sketchy, at best. But I forgive you, Elijah. I know you are only acting out your dreams of Machiavellian angst. On a completely different topic: Croda, you useless wank. Do you really mean to say that you have no clue as to who Lord Raglan was? I think it's time you stop Cessing Andreas, lad, and spend a few moments in silent contemplation of your own ignorance. Now, take a deep breath, do a web-search, if you are too useless to possess the proper historical references in your own home, and use a few minutes of your time for something other than useless posturing, and LEARN something. The first act of the ignorant is to deride the gift of knowledge. Their second act is to deny the worth of knowledge. Their final act is to remain ignorant, while gloating over the fact that they have no knowledge. Do not fall into this abomination of existence. Now, Croda, we all know that you are vile, useless, of no account as a tactician, and almost laughably inept. But, lad, we'd hate to think of you as wantonly stupid. So tell us, Croda, what do you know about Lord Raglan? ------------------ 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

If anyone does find Mensch's marbles, DO NOT TOUCH THEM! Use a broom or something similar to sweep them together into a bio-hazard container. Burn the broom afterwards. Caution: even casual exposure to what was Mensch's sanity can cause cramps, blurred vision, vomiting, and internal bleeding. Pets kept in the same room with it will invariably suffer renal shutdown. Prolonged exposure leads to Mensch, but with Stuka's ears. ------------------ 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, Meeks, I didn't know you still cared. Elijah, I will always play a game against you. I can't promise tcp/ip, because I can't commit to that amount of pure time, but I'll always go a game against you PBEM. Can I just say, I admire your willingness to play that idjit, armornutt? I mean, after Berli pointed out Hell Freezing Over (my fault, actually, I started returning turns to him on a regular basis), you rose to the challenge and gave a game to that (willing to be polite) halfwit. Now, Meeks. Send me a setup. I find that I am only playing enough games to completely distract me from anything like a true, warrior focus on the game, and need to be further distracted. I would rather lose to you than win against several of the newcomers. On the other hand, I would rather that they died and were eaten by rats, than win against you. It all balances out. I might add, your original (and only) victory against me was eked out by benefit of the fact that I did not yet know you were completely goddamn insane, and so could not anticipate tactics that any useful human being would have avoided on contact. And Elijah. You are still posting here. You are a loathsome, disturbed, useless, and thoroughly unpleasant man. The fact that you are still here gives me hope. Mainly, that you will one day be forced to acknowledge my superiority. But barring that, you'll be forced to acknowledge that this is where you belong. Send the setup, you Darwinian Excrescence. ------------------ 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

If I have ever offended thee, or made less of thee than thou deserved, or treated thee other than how you would be treated, I make my apology now, and acknowledge thee thy greatness, and abase myself in my contrition. The freaking pictures of Berli and Peng alone made me lose vast quantities of fluid over both monitor and keyboard, and I acknowledge that you are indeed the True Queen of Graphics, and that that is a must have mod. ------------------ 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