Seanachai

Sorry, Raketenmensch, but it is not the fault of the American people, nor even the moderators of the Board. The request to 'clean up' the 'Pool came from the Canadian Government, and, under NAFTA, apparently we have to comply. The Canadian Govt also insisted that "the character 'Mensch' must not be portrayed as a Canadian. The character 'Mensch' is vile, unstable, and emotionally disturbed. Portraying said character as a citizen of our nation is prejudicial to the Canadian people. Please make changes to this character at once." We tried to explain to them that, so far as we knew you were an actual person, not merely some character we'd created for the Peng Challenge Thread, and that you actually claimed to be a Canadian, but they simply wouldn't accept it. Please choose a new nationality to claim to be, as we don't wish further problems with your government. They're still reviewing Roborat. And they signed off on Babra being Canadian, they didn't have any problems with him at all. They further informed us that the pictures from Lorak's site have been distributed to Canadian border stations, with instructions to forbid entry to pretty much anyone from that list. Except Kitty; they requested further pictures of her. They were not forthcoming on why they needed more. Oh, and they want Lorak to sit for parliament. ------------------ 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 01-24-2001).]

The Thread is supposed to be kinder and gentler, Mace, not queasy making you Australian Mr. Rogers wannabe. And YK2 is right (no surprises there), there's a horrible typo right there in the title. Actually, I think there's another letter missing that would have made that word into a rather horrible Latvian colloquialism; fortunately, that was mistyped as well. Oh, and the new Thread title is actually a gift to us all from the Bald One. ------------------ 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 01-24-2001).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Simon Fox: Seanachai Bah Humbug! You can maintain that pretence all you like. Probably quite successfully in this place where the shallow rantings of the intellectually challenged masquerade as pithy insults. No, nothing exceeds the unpleasantness of being subject to your turgid prose and bombastic digressions. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> 'Cor, blimey, I've gone all tingely, I have.' If you're good, and I mean truly good, and not at the game, mind you, but just good at words and insults, and wonderment, and such, you can get 'em to post back, who would never post here otherwise. And that's a thing, it is. All the rest of it, it's only Crodas burning... ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by MrPeng: Kinder? GENTLER?! BAH! FEH! I won't have it in the house. Bugger off, you lot. I'm going to hone my hatred in quiet, irritated solitude and you can reach me by mail or carrier pigeon if you must. Kinder gentler thread indeed. Phooey. Peng <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Peng, it was only a matter of time before we had to acknowledge the useless rhetoric of a failed political travesty, and it's in the service of making the Thread a better place to be that we were giving it the nod. I mean, you try standing there, laddie, with this great, bald-headed, intimidating lunatic staring deep into your eyes and hypnoticaly telling you how the future will be, and attempt to deny him. I mean, I felt like Peter just before the cock-crowed (sit Down! Bauhaus...here, that still works). And, here now, you lot, just a point I'm compelled to make. We've been given one of the most amazing places to play and do our thing (please note, not 'thingies'), and with it comes the knowledge, as I have before times pointed out, that Liberty does not imply License. In the interest of taking the load off the Mad One, the Rabid Dog, the Steve, the Charles; we shall have to be after policing ourselves. Besides making these gentleman's jobs easier, their Board less vulgar, and their product as marketable as it deserves, it makes the Peng Challenge Thread a better place to be. So, when folk get out of line, I shall apply gentle persuassion. I wish to see the Peng Challenge Thread continued; and that with as little rein as possible. But as I began it, I must take some responsibility for it, and free up the Mad One and minions to deal with 'xxxyy is an fxxing whanker, who deserves to die' and 'zzzyyy should stuff his head up his own arse, because I know that xxxx'. All these are true, and perfectly applicable. But we are beyond this newbie ****e. We are the Peng Challenge Thread. We might lose the extremes of language. We might mitigate our language, without moderating our views. And we might practice a little more reality, and a little less intolerance. Got someone you want to have a bit of a go at? Why not approach them as one opponent to another, mock them, revile them, but not necessarily insult innocent bystanders in the process? Do we need all these homophobic references? Must we make endless references to the act of defecation? Shouldn't people's Mothers not have to deal with any more shame than having given birth to them? Okay, as long as it's done tastefully, we can cope with the sheep. They are, after all, such lovely animals, and are great grilled, and served with mint sauce. After all, BTS is still selling a product, here, lads and lassies. And I do not seek dominion. But I might nudge folks in the way that they should go, so that we might all continue to enjoy this wonderful amusement park that is the Peng Challenge Thread, that has been granted to us by BTS. And if ya' don't like it, ya useless bastards, then email me specific, and give me yer grievances, and explain why I shouldn't set me dogs on you (and I have really, really, nice dogs. They belong to friends of mine, and their names are Siguna and Freya. I'd have dogs meself, but I'm allergic. That's one of the gods's cruelest jokes; that you'ld love a pet, and be allergic to 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Der Unbekannte Jäger: I do not think that I would like to be a permanent edition to the pool, and I doubt it would have me, so hence I was wondering if a pooler would be willing to play me a PBEM game? I have not had the fortune of playing another person yet and I would like to see what its like (I am tired of losing to the AI). I ask for a game here because you poolers IMHO have by far the most experience in multiplay and I figure that I can learn greatly from a defeat from such experienced hands such as one of your number. If you would be willing to grace my humble personage with a game I will be eternally grateful. My email address in in my profile. Thank you for your time. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bah! In the spirit of the NEW! REVEALED! PENG CHALLENGE THREAD! (Ya' Git) I will take on instructing you, laddie, in the way that you are to go. Your name says to me 'The Unknown Hunter/Fighter', so shall your tombstone read: Here lies the the Unknown Trooper: Please water the flowers standin'. Bloody daft bugger. Send me a setup, lad, of yer choosing, and be glad that it was me that chose to respond. I'm the nice one, I am. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Lorak: Your hormones will flow in a different manner. You'll be experiencing thoughts that you never had before. You'll be experiencing emotions that you have never had, because in many ways, it's like the chicken coming out of the egg. You can no longer restrain what you are going to become. Thus it always is when you enter the Pool... For now and always.... Lorak the Loathed <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> What a bloody relief. Does this mean I'll no longer wake from muzzy, incoherent Jane Austen oriented dreams about Emma, and finally take comfort in the fact that Croda and Marlow are posting in a witty manner? 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished for...well, perhaps not as much as the previous ones, but I'd still like to see these lads doing yeoman's duty, and smiling and waving from the Peng Challenge Thread Post Float in the parade...or is that another strange dream? ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Rob/1: anther new Pang thread...how many is that now 5 or 100. Rob<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> 6, Rob, but I'm the only one who's counting. One Hundred soon. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Der Unbekannte Jäger: The pools about to be diluted a wee bit. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> The 'Pool had been diluted by an excess of effluent. The 'Pool is about to return to its normal strength of vitriol. ------------------ 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

Ah, well, and yet another incarnation of the eternal Peng Challenge Thread. Many ages ago, when many of the current posters were still wee tykes bashing Grogs over the head for space in which to post mind numbingly odd threads obsessively concerned with equipment/unit behaviour, and what it all meant to them personally, I began a simple thread to challenge Mr. Peng to a PBEM. We were both younger, then, and our strength was green. As with any epic battle between idjits, or as with any battle between epic idjits, it quickly drew an interested crowd of laughing and drooling halfwits, most of whom stayed on to become the mighty force that is the Peng Challenge Thread. Over time, others joined, and, well, the rest is a rather sordid history. Now, in these modern days of well-managed and regulated threads, the Peng Challenge Thread must undergo frequent new beginnings. And someone has to start them anew. Now, like driving after leaving a bar, this is not a job that should be given to the person who actually wants it. Anyone who actually wants to start up the Thread, just like anyone who says they want to drive everyone else home, is obviously incapable and most likely poses a danger to themselves and everyone else around them. This principle also applies to politics, where any man who wants to hold high political office is most likely a power hungry lunatic who shouldn't be trusted to lug buckets of offal to feed zoo animals. Any well run polity would find some poor sod standing in a field somewhere admiring the stars, ask him if he wanted to be the Supreme Leader, and when he emphatically stated no, force him to take the job. In this way, the Peng Challenge Thread would be best served by forcing someone who wants absolutely nothing to do with it to start it each time. There are difficulties with this, of course, so what normally happens is that I restart it. Why? Because of tradition. Here in the Peng Challenge Thread, we are all about our traditions, many of which are being created even as you read this. Now, many will notice that the Peng Challenge Thread is getting...well, shallower. Now, by that I don't mean less intellectual (clearly an impossibility), but less damp, muddy, and fetid. The truth is, so much posting has gone on that we have basically filled in the cesspool. These days, the Thread is more like a recently reclaimed wetlands area. By the end of the year, we will probably be posting on a range of low lying hills. That said, go about the business of taunting, boasting, saber-rattling, and PBEMing, as well as general madness and erudite posting for which this Thread is so rightly known. Oh, and for the occassional jolly sing-song. Mustn't forget the sing-songs, as they are the best part. Have fun, lads and lassies, and remember, Peng, Berli, and I will be waiting 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

And now, for something completely different. The Peng Challenge Thread will leap through a ring of fire, while juggling haddock! Please, ladies and genteleman, do not do this at home, as children or flammable. When we reappear, it will be a whole new 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: I thoroughly enjoyed the template, Peter. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Come on home, lad. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by PeterNZer: Meeks, but this is genuinely ammusing And besides, it -is- a good template! PeterNZ <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I see. You post swill in the Peng Challenge Thread, where we have all implored you to better yourself. You ignore stern commandments from management to have your fun in the place designed for it. And you post this here. You are in for a damn stern whacking, young man. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Mace: Kitty Carnage!!! Mace <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> What's that cat doing to that car? That just can't be right... ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by David Aitken: Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I think the brinnel hardness on the upper glacis of a late Churchill VII has been miscalculated by at least 3.78%! Why, I fired no less than 459 hollow-charge APC-BS rounds from distances ranging between 200 and 2000 yards, and achieved a mean penetration rate of precisely 24.36%! This is clearly wrong, deviating from historical evidence by a factor of 0.0056. And that's not even accounting for a trilithium force field... umm, sorry, I mean the ubiquitous appliqué armour found in the European Theatre of Operations between September 1944 and February 1945...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> THAT'S ENOUGH, YOUNG MAN! We don't want to see that sort of filth here. There are places for people like you to go, if that's the way you want to talk. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by MrPeng: OK Seanachai: I will select a game for our rematch and mail it to you post haste.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Good. Soon I will either have the pleasure of smiting you with malice and wrath, grinding forward to victory over your brittle bones, or I will have Lost to Peng™ twice. Either way, my immortality is assured. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Simon Fox: So when were you planning on telling all the opponents who don't choose to read every post of this drivelling bombastic haven for ineptitude. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Interesting. I didn't realize Simon liked us this much. Simon and I were about to start a Rune created scenario, but it's been put on hold. Seems there might have been a slim chance that it wasn't completely evil and horribly unbalanced, so Rune had to pull it to rework 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

Ah, even within the Peng Challenge Thread, hearts are troubled and aflutter. Hard to believe it's deep Winter, and not Spring (except for the Aussie's and Kiwis and other southern hemishere types, gods alone know what primal forces govern their seasons right now). Mace and Croda, longing after women beyond their grasp, Stuka and Meeks, deciding on that intricate dance that is marriage (er, actually, not with each other, didn't mean to imply that, as such). birds do it, bees do it even lunatics like Meeks, do it lets do it lets fall in love. Seanachai tap dances badly across the Thread, goes into a decidedly odd charleston, then strikes a crooner pose When I get older, losing my hair, I will look like Peng, Will you still be sending me a valentine, Birthday greeting, bottle of wine? If I'd played games til quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? We could all get pissed and head on over for a game at young Hiram's house (he'll be older too) and if things got quite out of hand, you could bail us out. Ah, well. It's in the air, that it is. And in January, no less. Here in the Northland, we spend this time of year brooding and writing long, epic lists of grievances against the neighbours, debating whether come Spring we shouldn't go over, set the roof on fire over their heads, and kill them with swords when they run out screaming. But there, this whole love thing that's hit the Thread is much pleasanter, really. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Bastables: Sorry lads, I've been selected for service overseas and am off to start pre-deployment training at the end of the week. This will mean that all of my pbem games are off until November this year I should return with some cool UN kit that I'll have nicked an a brand new medal just for turning up wish me luck and have a good one. Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back in time for breakfast.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> There will always be a place for you here, lad. Not that that's much, but it's what we can offer. Take care of yourself, and return to us with spritely step. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by dalem: How come Xena is good on Xena, but when I saw her on a Hercules show, she was evil?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> For the same reason your dog currently has no ears: things change. I'm surprised you were paying enough attention to the plot to record that fact. Now, just to see how attentive you were: what color are her eyes? (the appropriate response is not: she had eyes?) ------------------ 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

Originally posted by Elijah Meeks: Now listen here, the whole lot of ya. I've always ran amok in the forum and I didn't realize that somehow I represented an authority figure now. I will stop. Now, lads and lassies, we see the influence of a properly applied Brick finally making itself felt. The Brick, the Mutha-Beautiful-Brick, will be bronzed, and placed on a discreet pedestal in the Peng Challenge Thread. Roborat will be charged with hosing it off and buffing it occasionaly, and explaining its true purpose and history to tourists, visitors, idjits, and any combination of the former. As he is young and Canadian, his position of toweling off Kitty and YK2 would only have led to him performing vigorous towelings, followed by hanging said towels neatly up to dry, while whistling and thinking studiously about hockey. Any other sordid or entertaining aspects inferred by Meeks would have gone flying miles above his honest, sturdy, clean-minded Canadian head. Let it be noted that we've been granted a perfectly wonderful venue for our idiocy and brilliance (including vast debates on which is which), and that there seems to be a whole new crop of humourless Grogs and Grog wannabes, as well as earnest newcomers seeking salvation, on the main Board, and they often do not get the joke. They may never get the joke, or, in fact, any joke, but their inability is just as valid as any other soulless form of idiocy, and some of the recent discussions have actually been at least sporadically interesting. So let's allow them to find their feet before slinging Cess under their footing, shall we? And perhaps, just perhaps, even be helpful souls and aid the otherwise lost little tykes on to a greater understanding of Combat Mission and its inevitable evolution, 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 [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 01-21-2001).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Ales Dvorak: Madmatt, <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Here, bugger off. Madmatt's no stranger, and knows to come to us to take care of matters, but we don't need the useless likes of you showing up like some kind of poor man's greek chorus and going all smarmy and trying to neutralize your gaolhouse pallor by basking in the glow of authority, now do we? ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by chrisl: Lived near Seenachoochoo for 6 years (and probably failed him in a class or two) and never tried the stuff. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> You did not, lad, as I attended Carleton College, not that public school rubbish where you undoubtedly did your drinking. Not to mention that I'm at least as old as Morse, and might have fathered you during that drunken trip to wherever it was where your poor long suffering mother was pining, awaiting a true pseudo-Celtic hero to come along and take her away from wherever it was. ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Hakko Ichiu: Now send me that bloody turn, you useless storage vat of lutfisk. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Old World Squareheads don't actually eat that ****e, and in fact, recoil in horror when it's described to them. Lutefisk is a purely New World Scando creation. Just a quick word from the land where people actually eat a food that is the consistency of snot with bones in 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Check6: Battle update This is gonna be a short one because I only have two (and a half?) battles going. My duel with a non-Pooler, Mr. Hankey, goeth extremely well.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Eeeewwww. You play non-'Poolers? And ones making reference to South Park? You otherwise seemed like a fairly nice lad. Other than your unbelievably boring choice of names. And you're only playing a couple of people? Well...you're kind of a 'wiener', aren't you? I mean, I hesitate to stoop to this sort of lower school name calling, but, my gods, man. I hereby dub Check6 the 'dachshund' of the Peng Challenge Thread. Careful of your back while climbing stairs, and I don't think you can shed the title until we find an even more deserving candidate. Can we make Jarhead (a useless but altogether more deserving individual, by far) play Check6? Funny we haven't had more useless wanks in here lately. Maybe word spreads faster, these days? ------------------ 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by ex PFC Wintergreen: Being a newbie, I have to ask who, where, or what is "Peng"? To my knowledge, Peng was the last name of the Chinese communist general in charge of the offensive against the UN forces in Korea when they entered the war in November 1950. Or am I being impertinent?? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Being impertinent is beyond merely being a 'state of being' on the Peng Challenge Thread, and has moved into the region of 'art'. Your knowledge of history earns you a gentle 'sod off', and the slightly more informative answer that Peng, my dear lad, is, as has been stated previously, your superiour. Peng is the noxious entity whose posts so interested me that I chose to challenge him publicly to a PBEM. The rest is a rather sordid and disturbing history, as it were. It is also the largest (in its many incarnations...what are we up to now? Four? Five?) and longest running thread on this Board. It is a place for taunting, for boasting, for planting your claymore into the earth and shouting 'none shall pass!' It is also a place where casual tourists and wandering idjits are requested, with varying degrees of severity, to sod off. You've been let off lightly, lad, because I'm one of the more courteous useless bastards, so you've been given something approaching an answer, and haven't been abused beyond measure. Now, be a good chap, and either taunt someone unmercifully in hopes of gaining a PBEM, or bugger off. ------------------ 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