Seanachai

Good God, Mensch, did you ask a question like that here? It better have been on the main Board, or I'll slap the ****e out of you, so I will. What a horror to suddenly encounter while I perused the general gibberish. ------------------ 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 01-29-2001).]

Emma, you've made a very good point, however I think you are forgetting that no ausf. of the Grog line was capable of carrying an 'Inner Croda', not even with special equipment mounts. As it has been definitively established that the Queen Mum can have an Inner Croda (in fact, she feeds hers on melba toast and dried apricots; the latter she tells her IC are 'dalem ears'), then we can discount the idea that rexford might be Elizabeth II, especially given that even stoned to the gills on your hallucinogen of choice, the Queen would never post as he is doing. So, it seems unlikely that rexford's use of the royal 'we' stems from either being the Queen, or having an Inner Croda, as both conditions are unlikely given his postings, choice of topics, and cryptic commentary. It seems much more likely that rexford is, or at least perceives himself to be, some sort of 'Grog collective' or hive mentality. If such is the case, I advise against going out on to the main Board unless heavily armed with facts and a sense of humour (good advice in most situations), not to mention a thermos of extremely strong coffee, as what the average techno-Grog will do to you if you lapse into unconsciousness during one of their self-absorbed monologues doesn't bear thinking on.

Dunno...got it from Meeks. After a couple or three, Mensch makes sense, Peng looks like Fred Astaire in 'Top Hat', and you want to give Bauhaus a hug. Fortunately, after a couple more, most of the side effects become even more disturbing and harder to sort out. Don't operate heavy equipment, though, unless you really feel like it. ------------------ 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

David, while I understand and appreciate your intent, I would rather you came in here and threw up in great quantity, rather than re-post the puerile droolings of that lackwitted usenet poster-child. At one point some while ago, he actually sent me an email inviting me to start up a 'Peng' thread on his usenet site. As there is only one, true, and catholic Peng Challenge Thread, I passed. His postings there (which, having investigated once, I will not revisit) as well as here convince me that anyone can have children, whether it's a good idea or not, and that the practice of stoning to death miscreants, while barbarous, is not without some merit. ------------------ 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 01-28-2001).]

Stingy bugger. So you dole out to Mr. Happy, without a thought to the rest of us. Sycophant. HI! Mr. Happy! ------------------ 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

Roight, then! Language, lads, language. Remember that when the Mad One shifted us off our last caravan site, he made mention of the fact that we need to hew a little closer to the standards of the Board regarding language. Think of my gentle, shell like ears, after all. Also, would one of you lads nip out and find out why this rexford chap on the main Board keeps refering to himself as 'we'. See if he's a collective, or if thinks he's the Queen Mum. I find his long, apropos of nothing techno-babble posts somewhat disturbing, especially when puntuated by 'we have found', 'we have read', 'we want to know.' ------------------ 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

Odd, I was singing that to myself last night when a guy in a Jeep backed out in front of me on Nicollet Ave and we cleared each other by less than 6 inches, me sliding by horn blaring in the slush. I'd never heard the Tannahill Wearers do it, though, the version I heard was by Ceolbeg. ------------------ 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

Although given your state of dementia it is always difficult to tell when something you say may be true, I choose to believe that this is in fact your birthday, and wish you a good one. As usual, my commiseration to your wife, that poor exhausted woman who weeps herself to sleep each night, praying to the gods for you to return to something like sanity. (Bang!) The last one was for Pawbroon, and this one's for MadMensch! (Bang!) ------------------ 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, now, lad, don't get above yourself. Yer' not fit to buff Peng's instep with your tongue. Snow-blindness, laddie. If I had a Stuart, I'd have flanked and euthanized that immobile StuG ages ago. Surrender? To you? I'd as soon cut off my own ears and be called a dalem. Well, I might just have to consider it anyway, because the quacking loon that did the setup decided 50 turns were needed to play through a 1250 point game. I imagine my choices will be surrender or watching my troops attrited by old age. ------------------ 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 01-28-2001).]

Perhaps you should get a pet? ------------------ 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

That's his cat? I thought he was pictured sitting with his three children... ------------------ 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

Point of order, Lorak. I believe Herr Oberst was trying to indicate (in a rather dim manner), that he had defeated Von Shrad, not Stuka. Von Shrad's email address is 'stuka'. You might wish to correct this, so that Stuka doesn't call down Aussie maledictions upon you when he returns from whatever rehab program he's been committed to for asking whether or not he should marry that lovely young woman. ------------------ 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 occurs to me that with Hiram elevated in status, I no longer have a squire. I know the whole Knights/Squire thing has fallen into neglect, but I enjoyed having a Squire. Someone to help me up and down stairs, mumble curses at my back, attempt to trip me when I crossed through traffic. Is Mace available, or does he belong to Kitty now? Lots of the lads are showing promise these days. And as for the Lawyers accusation that I actually seem to like the Peng Threaders, let me just paraphrase from a great movie, and say that I would rather post here in this Thread with these people, than with the greatest people in the world. On another note, Lorak, your wife is absolutely lovely. So far, all the pictures I've seen of the Peng Thread's female member...er, participants, or Peng Threader's significant others, have been enchanting. Emma quite set me aflutter (but she is beyond me, I fear, joined at the wrist and ankles with the Grenouille Magnifique, Pawbroon, French Beyond Hope of Redemption!). As for the rest of the group, the very impact of it made me clutch my hands before my chest and exclaim, 'Oh, to be a painter!' Hogarth, maybe. Or perhaps Heironymous Bosch. ------------------ 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, we've been wondering for some time why you weren't here already. There was even a move afoot some time ago to draft you in; now I can see why. And just because I am not photogenic does not mean I should be passed over like some poor relation. My personal appearance is usually the least of the reasons I receive insults. But there, some, like Ross Perot and yourself, need visual aids before they can make even the most mundane point. Morse, prepare a lawsuit for me against your friend, for the mental anguish I suffered from his failure to insult me properly. ------------------ 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's true, Pawbroon was extremely influential in promoting dialogues between maddened 'Poolers (Mensch had at least three going at once, although he was the only participant; they all involved lots of shouts of 'rockets, yes! rockets' lunatic laughter, and mimiced explosion noises). Pawbroon, I shall indeed send you a setup. However, any battle that I'm involved in that has only one tank won't last more than two turns, so I shall send you a slightly more fleshed out armour battle, say, around 1500 points. This might then last 10 turns (most of it as you try and hunt down that one last fleeing tank). Let me be the first to say that without the actions of Pawbroon, this place would be a wasteland bereft of French. As Australia Day has now ended (the whole holiday was a marketing ploy of their beer industry in any case...like they even need to bother with marketing), I declare today International Grenouille Day! That's right, the Peng Challenge Thread has proceeded to the stage of establishing and declaring its own international holidays. So I want all of you to run out tonight (if you can wait that sodding long), get completely pissed on red wine (preferably cheap red wine, if you're not French yourself), and terrify everyone you encounter at your local places of entertainment by doing the Grenouille Frenetique Dance. Yes, I want clubs, pubs, bars, brothels, blind crows, dives, and Graceland filled with drunken Combat Mission players tonight, doing the Frantic Frog like there's no tomorrow (which there probably won't be for the ones shot to death by other partiers fearing contagion). And with every empty mug you bang down on the bar, I want you to shout "That one was for Pawbroon, goddamn it!" And for every one that comes rushing back up, you can yell "And this ones going out to you, Seanachai!" Viva la Grenouille Day! (bang!) ------------------ 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 01-26-2001).]

He's everything I thought he'd be, and drunk. Well, if Peng's picture is up, I will actually have to make an effort to find something of myself, I guess. Helps take stress out of the job to have more than one village idiot, not to mention backup if one calls in sick. And Lorak, one shudders to think what else might be bouncing around the roulette wheel of your brain, waiting to land on us 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

You know, when I first began reading this, all I could think was 'hmm, it's a lot like Mensch, only with actual sentence structure and some continuity of thought.' But then, as I read further and dwelt upon it, something happened. It is as if we have had, in many instances, the cataracts removed from our eyes. At first it will be slightly uncomfortable this new display of the Light…almost blinding, because we are not accustomed to looking directly into the Light... Remember the key word here "Everything" will Intensify…: You might be headed right toward an outcome and Wham!! Lorak the loathed And suddenly, I realized. I could see! Finally, I could see clearly! I COULD SEE! I COULD - Good lord, is that Shaw? How long has he been standing there holding that picture of...AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! Bugger. As soon as the lesions on my corneas heal, Lorak, I'm driving out to 'Horrible Southern Land' and slapping you with a trout until yours ears bleed. ------------------ 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 01-25-2001).]

That's your Inner Croda. Don't scratch it, it'll leave a scar. ------------------ 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, this means the lunatic is about to drop VW microbuses filled with explosives all over the map. He calls them 'rockets'. In all fairness, he doesn't seem to care much what they hit, your troops, his troops, it doesn't matter as long as the noise is horrendous, the explosions are loud, and everything dies. He will undoubtedly do it again later in the game. The effect will be exactly the same. On the good side, it keeps him from buying more troops. ------------------ 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'm a sucker for insanity. And Kitty — may I call you Kitty? I hope the fact that I am a horrible little man will not prejudice you against me for eternity. ------------------ 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

No, never. There are posted pictures of Rasputin, and he's clearly a shaggy, glittery eyed madman. His evil begins and ends with his madness, and being driven and clever with it. Berli does not look like that. He looks evil, he looks erudite, he looks like someone who would have people put to death for doing his eggs wrong, but he does not look insane. Rasputin looks and was, insane. Rasputin? A sideshow amusement that would only over-awe church suppressed Russians. Berli? Priceless. Oh, and his own good wife looks the sort that would take on marriage to a demon, and explain to all: he's really quite a dear. No, the very soul of charity. You just haven't seen him at his best. He's a charmer, really. ROIGHT, THEN, HUSBAND, KNOCK THAT ****E OFF AND BE POLITE TO COMPANY! See, what a charming little master of devils he is, eh? Who's for a charming game of charades, then? ------------------ 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

As well you should, you earless hound. The concept has come up, again and again, and I've restrained meself from posting the truth, but there it is: A Dalem is an earless dog of the hound class. They bark loudly for no apparent reason, but are quick to recognize danger. Pity they don't know what to do about it. They often, for this reason, end up on the menu in pressed-for-funds Asian restaurants. ------------------ 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, it's 'Indiana, Gateway to Ohio'. ------------------ 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

Gods above and below, I fear him now more than ever. And I'm worried about your Uncle Alber, too. I'm waiting to see Seanachai. I bet he is a hirsute dwarf with a paunch the size of Rhode Island. Why post a picture? You've captured me in all my primal glory. I look exactly like a Greek God: Pan. You should have been a painter. Oh, well, I'll see if I can find something that won't frighten too many people and send it to Lorak. ------------------ 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, the Church moved to have St. Patrick stricken from the list, too. I have never pretended to be anything but a relative newcomer to the Board, and certainly have not been reincarnated from any of the Board crashes. On the other hand, I've been with the Peng Challenge Thread since the first post. Also, the original poster was making a point about PBEMing, not canonization for having discovered this site earlier than others. However, Henri makes a very good point. Please do not idolize anyone in the Peng Challenge Thread (except for Lorak, who is expecting it). I know there is a real temptation to do so, but refrain. It only leads to heartache. Think of the humiliation when you realize the person you've chosen to revere above mortal men is found to have only been posting here for 8 or 9 months, and has never made one pithy contribution on armour penetration or muzzle velocity. Only years of therapy will enable you to function in society again, providing you don't just throw yourself under a bus. And Henri, please don't put me in a list right next to Jeff Heidman next time. I didn't come here for an argument. ------------------ 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