Seanachai

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Polar: You guys need to wake up... a real conversation has just shot past you in total posts! Joe <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> My apologies, I meant to respond to this before your other post. I can't remember the last time I saw a 'real conversation' on the main Board that didn't deteriorate into worse drivel than has ever been posted in the Peng Challenge Thread within 50 posts. And the Peng Challenge Thread, in its totality, is up over 6,000 posts. Only the limitations of today's Bulletin Board software keeps us from properly displaying the glory and shame that is ours. You have no such excuse, so either refrain from dropping by to post grinning idjit topical posts, or taunt someone, thereby justifying your existence. Oh, look! There's a message thread that lacks moronic color commentary! Quick, into the breech, dear friends, and fill it up with mindless posts! ------------------ 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 Tanklover MD: You guys need a FAQ for this Peng thing. I am confused.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Chances are you will remain so for eternity. Now FAQ off. Mind, I hold your lack of knowledge in the highest esteem. ------------------ 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 Polar: LOL!!! But you guys aren't serious... right? Joe <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> No more than death itself, if you want to call that serious. ------------------ 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

Bugger, I don't know if it's just the return of Peng, or something more medical, but I'd just like to say (ripping off "Waiting for Guffman" shamelessly), that I'd rather play Combat Mission against the lads and lassies of the Peng Challenge Thread, than against the Best People in all the World. On that note, Marlow, your attempts to turn the completely justifiable humiliation of the Descendant of Rats and Wild boy into a three ring circus fills me with pride. I shall be happy to face you in combat as soon as I kill a few (or even one) more Australian. And Croda, you are a worthy descendant of whatever unhappy consummation of manic depressives gave birth to you, and I hate you less than many another 'Pooler, and I shall require a setup from you, as well, once I've dispensed with a few more (preferably Australian) challengers. And Meeks. We have things to settle between us. But they must wait. There's a whole new grouping of useless wanks that must be dealt with before you and I bite into the apple and stare at the half worm of evil. But you know it's coming.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Lorak: Seanachai, I know I recorded your games. If I forgot to post them in a tome update....who cares. But I did record them. So.. here is a brief introduction in the teaching system of Lorak. ****************************************** The first lesson I teach all of my students is discontinuity. I barage them with snatches of astrology, Kabbalism, the I ching, conspiracy theries, Greek myths, Catholic rites, the tarot, crystals, druids, Gehenna, demonology, evolution, alchemy, the Book of the Dead, Lovecraft, Orphic mysteries, Ufo's, the Grail cycle, Nostradamus, quantum theory, archangels, the Golden Dawn, radical relativism, neopaganism, the Book of Nod, Catharist heresies,ect... Lorak the loathed <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Lorak, while I appreciate your attempts to drag this squalling pack of jackals out of the darkness their souls reside in (except Berli, for whom such is normal; carry on), I see some flaws in your method. You should be drawing more heavily from the Tao, Buddha, Nikos Kazantzakes, Aboriginal myth, Blake's poetry, Manichaeism, the Mabinogi, Baldur's Gate, the works of Tom Stoppard, Dumas, and Rostand, Joseph Stalin, the Icelandic Sagas, the songs of Stan Rogers, Coyote tales, and my own philosophical work 'Crouching Hedgehog, Leaping Wolverine'. Other than that, your method seems sound, except you're too patient and not teasing them enough. Also, I find your ability to forget mentioning me disturbing. This disrupts the equilibrium of the Universe. Just because I'm one of the more welcoming people here does not mean that I'm not a vile megalomaniac and self-absorbed lunatic. Do me the favour of working on this oversight, as I'm sure you don't wish to overly anger the gods by your neglect. ------------------ 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 approve of keeping Newcomers busy taunting each other. It is a good training ground for them, and their efforts in their early days here are so pitiful that they should only be inflicted on each other. I also adovcate a close watch on Meeks, who's gone quite mad...that is, his normal and inherent madness has moved into an energetic phase again, and he is annoying and terrorizing people on the main Board again. ------------------ 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 Elijah Meeks: What a useless post. Scooleen, if you'd a done a search, you'd a found that this has all ready been discussed. I despise you. And your dog.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Please note that the Management of the Peng Challenge Thread do not advocate releasing Meeks to terrorize Board Members, and make all efforts to restrain said miscreant. Also, if any dogs were offended by Meeks' statement, please note that they do not reflect the views of the Peng Challenge Thread. However, we do, in principle, despise everyone else. ------------------ 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

Bugger, now I have to determine what I've done to offend Lorak. Not one acknowledgement of my recent victories or question regarding noting of same. I have begun operation "Aussie, aussie, aussie, die, die, die". Besides my current game with Goanna, and my recent (admittedly narrow) victory over Mace, I have begun a game against Simon Fox (another horrible Rune creation, I'm told, although Mr. Fox maintains that Rune restrained himself somewhat), and will soon begin a game against Stuka (he's Australian, isn't he? Or was he a Kiwi? Samoan? oh, well, he was from some island or other). Then, of course, at some point I will have to give Speedy a sound thrashing as well. Will I need to include the Kiwis in this, I wonder? Most Americans mistakenly lump them all together, but it seems to me that they share an antipathy for each other, rather like human beings and Texans. ------------------ 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 Stuka: I await your set up oh windy one. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Next open slot, I've just set hounds on Simon Fox. But my game with Moriarity is all but over, and when he's been rent assunder I shall send you a setup. I didn't realize Australia practiced the custom of 'Arranged Marriages', but it must, because I simply cannot imagine a woman agreeing to marry you of her own free will. The assumption naturally follows that marriage to you was agreed upon by the families, probably while she was still a child, and that she hasn't as yet met you, otherwise she'd have emigrated. ------------------ 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 01-19-2001).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Moriarty: Greetings, Cesspudlians. Operation Lizard is out of the closet. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I thought the whole concept was wonderfully cruel. I told friends about it, and they were shocked and horrified that a large group of men would get together and agree to torment one of their own in a vile and underhanded way. Silly bastards. Not Peng Challenge Thread material at all, at all. Although one did suggest that people should abuse Goanna by mutating his name to 'Guano'. I thought she was at least in there and bowling a good game. As for Goanna's belief that I won't whip his arse around the borders of his land as I did with Mace, while singing my own rather disturbed version of 'Waltzing Matilda', let me just say: Ha. And again, Ha. So many Australians, so little time to teach them all their place (a visual reference for the mentally challenged among them: Australian, face-down, prone, supine; Seanachai upright, smiling, booted foot resting on Australian neck, striking that classic, 'Big-Game Hunter' pose). If my dance card becomes too full with waltzing all over the Aussies, I will call in The French to help. ------------------ 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 Mark IV: OK. Just look out over the valley, dalem, some day we're gonna build that rabbit farm over there, right over there on that bank... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Mark IV, tell dalem about the rabbits...'cause he likes them, they're soft. ------------------ 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 Elijah Meeks: He's added so much to this place, what with his meandering, Seanachai-quality...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> It's true, Croda, you've shown a good deal of improvement lately. Continue on in the path of lengthy, instructive, and multi-faceted posting that I have pioneered, and you could become a Peng Challenge Thread luminary. It will be a stretch for you, it's true, but there is always the chance that you will succeed, and give you a feeling of satisfaction that those who confine themselves to the 'I'm great, you suck' school of posting will never know. Or even understand, for that matter, even if we explain it very slowly using small words and frequent references to bodily functions. ------------------ 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 Space Thing: Yo, whats a Peng? I know what a thread is. But what is a Peng? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Peng is not a 'what', young man, but a 'who'. Peng is your superiour. In every respect. Peng has also become a concept. Unfortunately, I doubt it's one you could grasp, so we'll maintain a weary silence regarding it. I could be wrong, but it's unlikely. And Meeks, after being subjected to an excess of cold, got the name wrong when he started this Thread up. It should have been, "Time to Lock the Forum and Concentrate on the Peng Challenge Thread". But there, what can you do. The poor lad had recently worked his way through the GI tract of an arctic bear. Now, either stop acting like a particularly dim tourist and taunt someone, or sod 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Mace: Seanachai Keeps mentioning works of classic Australian writers when he forwards me the turns. Sheesh, as if I care! I prefer to restrict my reading to the fine articles in Penthouse or Playboy. As to the game, another one almost complete. Savage early game combat has meant we are a both nearly out of ammo and resources, with both of us controlling one VL each. Our time is now spent glaring at one another and name calling. And trying to get the odd kill to drive that percentage up just a little higher. Mace<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> This was true until this evening. Lorak, please note that as of tonight, I have crushed the first of a string of Australian players, when I defeated Mace. Well, perhaps 'crush' overstates it a bit. It was an Allied Minor Victory for my brave Brits, final score 57 to 43. While my troops fought on tenaciously to the last, Mace's volk spent a large part of the end of the game doing laundry, or something. On the other hand, Mace did wrest one of the VLs away from my troops in a masterful assault about mid way through the game, and held it until the bitter end. The other, major VL was held by my troops throughout the game, was never seriously in danger of reverting over to German control, and, in fact, Mace had better than a platoon hopelessly savaged in his attempts just to wander by and ask for directions. A more satisfying destruction of Mace's troops was largely made impossible by a lone Pz IV(70), that Mace kept in such perpetual motion that the center of the map looked like a stage on which a large armoured vehicle was doing a spritely version of Swan Lake. Because of it's interference, the 'crushing' of Mace turned into more of a sound whacking, than anything else. Next, I shall defeat the Lizard King, in our game begun many decades ago before he became so heavily involved with Onan. After that, of course, there are other Australians who will be given a sound thrashing, then stood in a corner, smarting, rubbing their welted buttocks, and contemplating the glory that even losing to me has brought them. Lorak, your little story was quite nice. An interesting cosmology, to be sure. But please take the time to record my victory over Mace. Also, you never responded to my question as to whether you'd noted my victory over Germanboy. There was that long, tedious, dark period in the Thread when I wasn't able to post much, and I've only barely begin to catch up, so don't know whether you caught that one or not. ------------------ 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: inaugural wearer of the MASK OF SHAME since 7 January 2001, as bequeathed by Her Royal Highness of the CMBO discussion board, and ruler of all hamsterdom. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Can we watch while you kiss her instep, next? This is the best bit of grovelling I've seen since...well, I don't know that I've ever seen grovelling of this quality. My gods, it's damned reassuring that a pretty face, insouciant attitude, and leatherware still have the power to move men's...er, well, 'hearts', I guess. Very impressive, Mace. ------------------ 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: No thankyou. I have a life (unlike you), and I don't wish to waste it! Mace <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> You daft bugger, and what do you call what you're doing with it now?! Unlike myself, you also haven't a clue. Not that I don't regard you as a brother, Mace. You're a good lad, yes you are, and doubtless a credit to your nation. I'm seriously looking forward to a friend tossing me an advance reader copy of "The True History of the Kelly Gang" by Peter Carey. A damn fine writer, Carey. Hard to believe you, Stuka, and Speedy share the same nationality as himself, but there it is. Ah, 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

And, in my final post of this night, let me welcome back my French brother, PawBroon. I acknowledge your encouragement that I sod off, and in fact, get buggered. It is a relief so strong to see that you post here again. Now that the French have returned, I can relax and resume my search to find a good English translation of 'The Three Musketeers', my copy of which has gone missing, doubtless because I once again (for the fourth time) gave it away to a friend in the hopes that this time I would find a really good translation when I replaced it. I note with some interest, hope, and even enthusiasim that there are new editions of 'Twenty Years After', 'the Vicomte de Bragelonne', and 'Louise de la Vallière' available on the American book market. The latter two have not been available other than as weird special order volumes from obscure publishing houses at great expense during most of my adult life, which puts it out there a bit, and the fact that there are now paperback versions easily available gives me hope for publishing in America, although I haven't had a chance to check out the translations as yet. 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Mace: ***************************** MEDICAL AUTHORITES WARN THAT READING THE LAST THREE SEANACHAI POSTS WITHOUT SUITABLE PROVISIONS INCLUDING LIQUIDS, FOOD, AND CAMPING EQUIPMENT, MAY RESULT IN STARVATION, DEHYDRATION OR EXPOSURE! A COMPASS FOR NAVIGATION MAY ALSO BE REQUIRED. THANKY ANOTHER MACE/CESSPOOL COMMUNITY SERVICE ******************************************<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bah, I wave my hand at you, you Aussie git. You think those posts were long? I could drag your ragged arse out into your own Outback, jump up and down on it a half dozen times, sing a few songs, all of them the product of Australians, you wank, and knock off a quick two-four, do a few out-loud declamations three times as long as the previous posts, and still shuffle back to yer home with a bounce in my step to tell your no doubtless thankful wife that I'd left your miserable arse for the dingos. Now, Mace, me lad, pull yer thumb out, and admit to one and all that when you grow up and acquire an actual fluency in English, which should be your first language, that you hope to post at as great a length, and as well as I. ------------------ 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. Here we are, as usual, seperating the wheat from the chaff, as it were. Meeks, less of it. Lighten up, my most favoured Inquisitor. Choose your targets, Lad, and bear down a little less. Stevetherat, a lovely appelative, to be sure, but you must add fiber to your diet, laddie; you're overly concerned with the act of defecation. We need to remove the concept that just showing up here and posting repeatedly is the same as having anything to say. I worked construction with alcoholic criminals who could turn a nicer phrase than some of what I've seen posted recently. Squatters Rights is a concept that will only travel so far in the Peng Challenge Thread. Now, mind you, the welcoming/testing attitude of members like Morse (jd), and such, while democratic, can be overdone. I've seen some extremely useless posts here recently, and simply don't wish to see vulgar idiocy rewarded in some sort of Vacuum of Honour. The Peng Challenge Thread, whatever its stewardship, is one of the vilest places on earth, but it is Not Without Honour. Anyone who wishes to wallow endlessly in their own feces, and display it to others, is not Peng Challenge Thread material. Honour, gentleman and ladies, is not foregone by posting here. Expletives are a form of emphasis that should be used sparingly, not as a form of punctuation, nor a form of childish amusement, nor as a substitute for wit. No attempt to restrict the freedom of speech here, but I wish the children to have a model for taunting, not another place to pick up foul habits of speech. If you wish to mock me for this, and disagree, email me, and I'll let your worthless ass know in no uncertain terms just how unpleasant I can make myself if you think I'm being a prig. We are, after all, actually the very best the Combat Mission Board can offer, loosely disguised as the worst. I am no Fool! So get on board, 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

I sat in the plaza and drank strong coffee, laced with Irish whiskey. The steam would rise off the cup and you could smell the peatfields. I thought about the fight, when I had faced Andreas as men will face each other when the time comes to fight. He was strong, but I was the stonger. We had fought long, but in the end I had won. I was filled with a terrible sadness. There was an emptiness to victory that I had not expected. She sat across the table from me, and asked "What are you thinking about?". I took a sip of my coffee, and felt the whiskey rise into my head. "I am thinking about what men must do." "You men are filled with such foolishness," she said. I thought about how right she was, and yet how wrong. I knew that men will fight for all the worst reasons, but I could not deny the happiness I felt over defeating the Germanboy. "Perhaps you are right." "What shall we do today?" she asked, all clean, bright words without the ambiguity of combat. "We will eat oysters at the cafe, and drink strong, good white wine." I told her. But my mind was filled with thoughts of the fight. I knew that I would have to face the Germanboy again, for it was not a fair fight. When I stood, wiping blood from my eyes, he looked at me, and told me "You win now. But the balance in an Attack under v1.05 is too heavy in favour of the attacker. I had no armour, not even assault guns, to stiffen my infantry defense." I knew we must meet again, must resolve this between us. I sipped my coffee again. "And what shall we do later?" she said with a happy smile. "There are things I must do. I will ask Andreas for a setup." "Oh, you men and your games." "It is what we do." "And what about your old Peng Challenge Thread?" she said. "Later I will post there. Lorak must know that I beat Germanboy. Peng is back. There are newcomers with no sense of what honour requires." I drained my coffee, and signaled for another cup. Life is like a glass of good whiskey in a bad bar, I thought. It would be a good day. I thought about what troops I would choose to face Andreas. Lorak, you daft bugger, I don't remember if you acknowledged the fact that Andreas admitted losing to me. Please note my win, his loss, if you have not already done so. ------------------ 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 There is something about being gravely ill. There is a guilty pleasure in lying about in a febril stupor. The only thing that you care about is that next dose of codeine cough syrup. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> One must be sick to achieve moments like this? Someone should have told me, I've been doing it all wrong. Ah, mortality. Just a quick word to Death: bugger off and leave Peng alone, my good man. I've got a rather lengthy list of alternatives that we'd just as soon send into the game ahead of him, thank you very much. Thank all the gods, Peng, but most especially my own patroness, the Lady of the Forest, that you post once again. Now, on that note, are we ever going to finish this all-but-dead piece of ****e that Rune inflicted on us, courtesy of WBW? Let me know, lunger. ------------------ 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: Not exactly a sonnet, but he's of low-enough character that a limerick is just his speed. Thank you. I hope that hurt you all as much as it hurt me.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I'm sorry, Dalem, but like Hiram, we will have to add you to the list of people that are not permitted to versify within the 'Pool. Refrain. Do not post any other attempts at poetry, for any reason. English can be quite a lovely and poetic language in the proper hands, but even if we dip your hands in lye for several weeks, they will not come clean enough to work in verse. If you're nice about this, we'll get your dogs ears back from Croda and help you staple them back 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Ghost: does anyone actually play the e-mail games?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> No. The E-mail games are an arcane ritual that, if successfully concluded, result in the Peng Challenge Thread. No one wants that. Most play against the AI, or concentrate and then dilute their essence playing TCP/IP. ------------------ 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 Elijah Meeks: What are you, stupid? You don't post for something like ten days and that's the quality we get? Subliterate frickin' moron. I'm ashamed I asked about you earlier. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Elijah, old sod. I am so very happy to see you too, don't you know. But you did ask about me earlier, Meeks old chum, and I've often thought about you. I'm going to give you a gift, Meeks. I'm going to ask Hiram to be a sort of 'Greek chorus' to your madness. You see, Meeks, my mad friend, I've been contemplating the human soul. I've thought about yours, as well. And I realize that nothing is as charmingly ridiculous as humanity. I believe, for example, that you were actually in the arctic. Most would argue that you got 'sent up' for either Assault, or repeat Madness Without a License. But I know better. You see, Meeks, I have faith in you. Now, what about a rematch, you posturing swine? ------------------ 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 Madmatt: Congrat Meeks! Your thread is hereby nominated the new home of Cess! Madmatt<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> When the Bald One speaks, he opts for Meeks. What Brave New World is this, that has this Swine as it's Spokesman?! Okay, Elijah, run with it. What follows is the post I was working on when that (godlike) Bald Lunatic locked the Mutha-Beautiful Thread. Sod all, I'm still at least 4 pages out on getting caught up, but I'm seeing posts from Emma, PawBroon, Goanna, Kitty, The Usual Gang That Are Suspect, and Meeks. To quote Sam Gamgee: "Oh great glory and splendour! And all my wishes have come true! And then he wept." Well, weeping is in order. I've also seen posts from several, indeed many, new chums. Most of them have yet to prove themselves a part of the evolutionary process. Remember, lads, the Peng Challenge Thread is not an Entitlement. You must actually contribute to belong. Anyone can evacuate their bowels. Anyone can make reference to evacuating their bowels. Anyone can go to great and rather disturbing lengths to make everyone else massively aware that bowels can be evacuated. This is not wit. There you have it, in a nutshell. ****e is not, perforce, necessarily humour. For all newcomers, and also for our regulars, please keep in mind that "The Cesspool" is a bloody metaphor. This means that Cess, in its pure, undiluted essence shall be found here. That it shall, if you Challenge the Walls of Schloss Peng, be rained down upon your immigrant heads. But it does not fecking mean that we want to stand neck deep in your endless descriptions of your mucous, phlegm, urine, fecal matter, and other less savoury and unnatural excreta. Cess you gang of miscreants, is not just the effluent that drips from your rather feculent minds (and in some cases, bodies). Cess is the very stuff of abuse, the purest form of insult. All too many of you are merely wiping your nose on your sleeve and then holding it out for us to examine (mind you, I'm being kind in this analogy. What most of you are doing does not bear witness, and one normally latches the stall door on your activties). ROIGHT, THEN! Meeks is back, and those who suppose he wasn't eaten by White Bears are wrong. It's just that, as I always knew, the bastard is simply indigestible. He passed through unharmed, and, unfortunately, unimproved. It may take him some days to get his bearings. Meeks, 'jd' is Morse, the Attorney. Now, without having read all the recent posts, I've decided to make my presence known again, as I was both heartened, and in despair, over the recent series of posts. The French seem to be back, which I heartily approve, Meeks is returned to us unchanged after having passed through a Polar Bear's rectum, Emma posts once again, and brings light into this dark place, Lorak is quite mad and driven by delusions of grandeur, Hiram has progressed from Lower School niceness to Middle School name-calling, Peng is in Recovery, Kitty has returned to tempt, allure, and cause Mace to massively snivel and suck-up, as well as bringing us the Very Nice "MASK OF SHAME", several New Chums have all but embarassed themselves posting useless drivel, but undoubtedly will shortly figure out 'the way that they should go', Mark IV continues to post some of our nicer invective, Berli continues to be charmingly evil, and Croda does, in fact, count. Sometimes up to 10, and even with a rare leap, up to 20, but never up to 21 without undoing his fly. Still, he's one of us. For we are all, all, honourable men. Except f ------------------ 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