Seanachai

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by John Kettler: Cueball, Forgive my cybernetic ineptitude, but I did get MacZipIt, as you suggested. I just got through dragging and dropping the saved game icon into the ZipIt icon in the MacZipIt folder, thinking that would compress the file. Well, that generated a brief error 39 message, followed by the watch symbol (is there supposed to be hand movement?) and what appears to be a locked out icon, that is, one which doesn't return to normal appearance when clicked upon but stays as a light outline or a solid dark one. Any ideas? I fear I may have shot off my other cyberfoot, you see. All I really want to do is get the problem turn to Madmatt so I can find out why my game crashes now when it didn't before under 1.05. Thanks! John Kettler [This message has been edited by John Kettler (edited 12-18-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> John, I'm on a Mac, and have utilities that can Zip a file. If you send the file to me by email, with the text for Madmatt, I will Zip it and pass it on to him. This is a little kludgy, but I'm happy 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

Hmm, posting again. I find if I post quite a bit in the beginning, the outsiders come in, are quickly confused or savagely bored, and leave quickly. Stuka, your postings as a tree have been amongst your best work. I like you as a tree, you work as a tree, I say go with your treeness. Hiram, it is good to see you made your way here. I was worried about you, and was afraid you might get lost. On another note, did you know that all cats are servants of Satan? When they purr, they are actually transmitting intel back to their master and receiving new instructions. At night when you're asleep, they do things to your brain. I find it sadly appropriate that you would name a pet Audrey. All the names from all the cultures in the universe, all the gods and goddesses, all the figures out of legend and folklore, and you name your sodding cat Audrey. It makes one weep. But if it had been anything else, it wouldn't be 'you', now would it? Now, as to my having control (such as it is) of the Thread again, the fine people at BTS are very much into orthodoxy. There is no Peng but Peng, and I am his prophet. Now mind, I think before the demise of the current Peng Challenge Thread we should have some sort of contest, and let another nation host the Thread. So start thinking about how that might be achieved. When I was desperately searching for names tonight, Madmatt told me both the ones I came up with were a bit limp, and accepted the current title as the least lame. Perhaps we could have a contest to name the next incarnation of the Thread? ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Lord General MB: Soldiers, I will post only this once, while the dust is still in the air..... (and there is still a route of escape). WHAT THE $%$& IS THIS THREAD ABOUT NOW? Thanks for your time. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> MB, may I call you MB? Because I once greeted you more brusquely than I intended, I will try and answer you now. This Thread, the Mutha Beautiful Thread, aka The Cesspool, but known lovingly to all as the Peng Challenge Thread, is a place for those with wit, venom, and cojones to come, taunt and belittle their opponents, make spurious claims while posturing madly, and then gloat like rabid dogs when they win, or rationalize and lie like a politician when they lose. The procedure in the 'Pool is to come in, pick out someone (preferably someone weak and kind of thick), and taunt them into giving you a game. Then taunt them while you play the game. Then taunt them when you win the game, or, if you lose, curse them soundly. It is not enough, however, to merely make vulgar noises and revert to lower school playground namecalling (although we see a fair amount of that, of course). The ideal is to impress all with your finely turned insults, your witty promises of judgement and doom, your eloquent ability to dismiss your opponents achievements, dreams, and entire existence. Barring that, fall back on vulgar noises and lower school playground name calling. But it just isn't as good. Now, show us some ability in the area of insulting us, or bugger off. And I mean that in the very nicest way, that is, in the Hiram Sedai way. ------------------ 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 Forever Babra: The Dicta Pool, resubmitted for endorsement, originally posted by Jdmorse: <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Looks good, Babra. Certainly a credo that any Peng Challenge Thread poster can live by. ------------------ 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, it's a little spartan, a little too clean, but I'm sure we'll soon all be right at home here. Sadly, we seem to be filling up our locations ever more quickly. Lot of work for the poor sewer workers, digging us these lovely new locations. Well, Mace, let me be the first to offer you a beer here in the Peng Challenge Thread. How did I manage it, you're asking yourself? Counter bribe, Mace. Told the Powers That Be we'd keep you corralled in here if they tore the Peng Challenge Thread out of your clutchy little paws. I said if the Frenchman left (hopefully only for a while), we'd have to put the Australians to death. In the interest of saving lives (even if only Australian and New Zealander lives), BTS brought the Thread back to the hands of the righteous. Let's get some of Aitkin's artwork up, and start posting tripe, drivel, and the odd pearl. We want the place up and looking smart when Peng gets back, don't 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

Well, here we are in our new digs. I'll just wring out my pants legs and get things started, shall 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

MY PENG CHALLENGE BRETHREN: Sorry, Mace, my little marsupial snuggler, but I'm forced to once again take control of this Thread in the name of Orthodoxy. All Cesspoolers know now to head on over to the new home of the Mutha Beautiful Thread: THE BLOODY PENG CHALLENGE THREAD: ESCAPE FROM DOWNUNDER There we may continue our useless existences. Please note, wannabes will be eradicated. This is our new home, until the next call by the Exterminator drives us out to look for a new home. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

If the Frenchman goes, I don't see any choice but to put all the Australians to death. Harsh, but there it is. Oh, and if we kill all the Australians, there's no way we can let the Kiwis live. My gods, it's beginning to look like a pogrom. Well, while we await word from our French brother, we might as well roll up our sleeves and make some cutlery choices... ------------------ 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

Bah! I wave my hand at many of you. I'm not called 'Senility' on the Peng Challenge for nothing. There are older posters here, but none as dim. You younger people, knock that ****e off and go do something useful. I'm at the very age that I dreamt I would die, when I was 11 years old. One more year, and I chances are I'll live to 55. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

What a truly fine company. BTS, should any of you ever go into renal shutdown and need one of Hiram's kidneys, consider it yours. Oh, Hiram, let's chat a bit. ------------------ 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

Sod all, I checked the first page and the first thing this will bump is no longer relevant, and there's half a dozen contenders for 'equally worthless'. Bump ------------------ 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 PawBroon: I'm not into famous last words so I'll make that one quick. I'm off. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> What the Hell?!!! Marcel, goddamnit, what does this mean? You bugger off outta here, and you will be tracked down. Without the French, this place will...er, be...completely lacking French!! ****e! What's a world or a thread without the folk who gave us Voltaire, Dumas, Rostand, Rabelais, Malraux, Gide, Sartre, Napolean, Ney, Rimbaud, Flaubert, and PawBroon, and that's all just off the top of my head? Tell me I have your statement wrong, and you're still one with the 'Pool. ------------------ 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

SHUT THE BLEEDING HELL UP, ALL YOU RANK SMELLING, SELF-LOVING, NASTY BITS OF MORTALITY! It seems that Peng, for those who actually still visit the main Board, is hospitalized with pneumonia. His recovery and return to us is, of course, assured. However, as this whole sodding Thread was started by yours truly to challenge Peng, and, as this Thread also belongs completely to Peng, I thought we might all take a moment to post a thought for Peng's rapid recovery. Each in our own way, of course. The main purpose of this, of course, is to cause Peng to bow his head in loathing and horror when he returns here and sees that people showed concern for him. Now, appropriately, I shall go first, as I tower over most of you grub worms both in human feeling and ability, not to mention that I am foremost amongst mankind in having Lost to Peng™. Peng fella, I pray daily for your speedy recovery, and, being a Pagan, my prayers take the very proper form of offering up bits of my opponents to the gods in you name and for your health. My imminent rending of Andreas, also known amongst men and gods as Germanboy, I offer up for the recovery of Peng. My almost assured victories over Moriarity and Chrisl, I put forward for the gods' amusement and ask for the speedy recovery of Peng. My deserved victory against Mace, that Aussie pretender to the Peng Challenge Thread sponsorship and soon to be downunder whipping boy to yours truly, I stand on my head and make to the gods, and dedicate to the delivery of Peng from all danger. My imminent defeat to Bauhaus, I ask the gods to take particular note of and check record keeping, accounts, and the proper functioning of the rest of the universe, because there is simply no way this should have happened. And should the gods, upon taking an accounting, realize that this should never have occurred, and do their best to rectify the situation by at least granting me a draw against Bauhaus, I will dedicate that draw to the continuing glory of the gods, and to the glory and recovery of Peng. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

Elvis, I think I speak for us all when I say that if any of Hiram's internal organs would serve to aid Peng's recovery, you have only to ask for them. I would volunteer Bauhaus's as well, but they're...well, I just know I wouldn't want anything of Bauuhaus's near me, let alone inside of me. But Hiram has lived a clean an righteous life, and is therefore ripe for organ harvesting. Tell the Peng fella that our thoughts are with him, and he bloody well better heal up, as I know most of the ways to Hell and would come find him. ------------------ 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 OGSF: Meanwhile, Seanachai are ye gwintae put up, or wot? Sir MacOberGruppenBloodyStompinSicFeuhrerBastard <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Well, first I was tempted to ignore and dismiss you, then, in righteous indignation at your trouncing my Squire I had decided to club you to the ground, but then a wave of apathy rolled over me, but then again you quite rightly pointed out that Hiram (what a nice young man) certainly deserved being Knighted, so I shook off my apathy and decided you should be played. So I will send you a setup this weekend. Sorry it's not sooner, but there are a few roadblocks between me and the enjoyment of life right now, so Saturday is the first opportunity I will have to do much with the game. Post any requirements you have on the game, and perhaps just a quick note as to what suit you wished to be buried in, there's a good fellow. Von Shrad old chum, same goes for you. Look for a setup from me this weekend, and, as stated above, post any requirements you might have about the form you wish your death to take. ------------------ 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 12-15-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by jshandorf: Actually, NO! I don't understand! How the hell does some whelp like Hiram get to be a knight by freakin' losing?! I am a hundred times a better CM player than Hiram and HE somehow beats someone in CM to be a knight?! For cripes sake! A freakin' corpse would provide more of a challenge then Hiram! Someone please explain this! Seanachai?! You cannot stand by and let your precious squire unjustly win, can you? This reflects also upon you,... you sod! Jeff<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> He wasn't made a Knight for losing, he was made a Knight for losing well. Plus we all like him. Don't ask me why, but for some reason he's genuinely likeable. Struggle against it as you will, you can't help but like him. Hell, I like him, and I don't even want to. ------------------ 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 Berlichtingen: PENG! You miserable sod, I don't think you are recieving my e-mails. Did you get the file I sent? If not, we need to work something out.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Moi aussi, Peng fella. Haven't seen hide nor hair of you in days. Do I owe you a file or do you owe me? Good Lord, I hope Peng's inner Croda hasn't...done something to him. ------------------ 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 12-14-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Goanna: I’m about 30 days away now from sloshing in here and demanding some satisfaction personally. Can’t you hear that ticking? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> We have been hearing it, but we assumed it was coming from Mensch. Thanks for clearing that up. And expedite your return, I really want to finish that game. ------------------ 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 Mord: If someone can't tell that this site is about WWII gaming then they are an idiot. Mord<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> One might respond that someone who can't tell that WWII gaming isn't all about Germany is an idiot as well. I have to agree with other posters here that an SS trooper in dress uniform doesn't convey much of a sense of a combat game, but might well lead folks to another conclusion. A little balance might not hurt. ------------------ 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: Chupacabra wrote: I think you'll find that is the Danish bridgehead. (There aren't any Danes around here we can slap around a bit, are there?)<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Where did Malmvig go? I swear he was here a few minutes ago... ------------------ 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 Chupacabra: . My dearly retarded friend, the proper spelling is bollocks. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> You poxy bollocks. That was not a misspelling, that was a typo. I did not correct it because I've been worried that my editing might become obsessive. Also I didn't care enough, and quite rightly assumed that only running dog Americans who've recently been sentenced to England would even bother to pick up on it. You ought to send me a fiver for the jolly little thrill I've given you of pointing it out. File was sent as soon as I made my way through the snow past all the morons with more money than is good for them driving their huge SUVs very poorly. ------------------ 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: Why did Shandorf cross the road? His croda was stapled to a chicken. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hiram, you ballocksed up that joke. It should have read 'because his inner Croda was stapled to a chicken.' Now kneel over there by Bauhaus and tell some beads, or something. And don't be nudging each other and giggling. ------------------ 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 Croda: But, I actually thought you were calling me the Snuggle Bear or something. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Actually, Croda, she is probably the only one on this Thread who does not picture you as Snuggles the fabric softener plushy toy. 'Snuggles' is how all the rest of us refer to you in our emails to each other. This does not seem like near enough retribution for the discovery we all made that, after many weeks of exposure to you on the Thread, we had all developed 'inner Crodas', the Peng Challenge Thread equivalent of crablice. Also, as many have pointed out, these dirty little buggers are all demonstrably dysfunctional in a variety of unpleasant ways. Stuka, just be glad yours went terminally depressed, but I doubt very much that it's dead. Glory in the time that it spends catatonic, it will most likely resurrect itself. My inner Croda shuffles around saying things like 'inner Croda wants boody,' and 'inner Croda gets jiggy with that'. What the hell does any of that mean?! It also sulks a lot when its remarks are ignored, and shuffles around grunting something almost impossible to make out, but parts of it sounds a little bit like 'what I got you gotta get you gotta get and put it in ya', or something equally nonsensical and distressing. I'm embarking on a long range plan to try and better the little thug, and the first stage involves teaching it to play the pipes. Will keep you posted on its progress. ------------------ 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 Pvt. Ryan: Also, a tank in CM never runs out of MG ammo (as far as I know). I think a pillbox would have a much greater supply of MG ammo than a tank would. [This message has been edited by Pvt. Ryan (edited 12-13-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Now I can't believe that's right. On an AFV's 'detail' screen, isn't the MG ammo carried shown in parentheses, and I'm pretty sure I've seen it go to zero. Anyone? I know I've had MMG Carriers, ACs and Scout Cars go to 0 MG ammo and not fire any more. ------------------ 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: "As glad as I was to hear of your return Lorak, I was equaly saddened to hear of your reason for returning. I am happy to see that you guided Cris, elf-friend, to our island. He was dear to us all, and it also gave us a chance to catch up." Lorak the loathed <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Through lives of pain, and lives of mending we find our way to what we’ve sought I grieve with you that lives have endings I rejoice with you that Life does not. -Seanachai Good, then. Lorak's back, and the darkness seems a little lighter. Now, the rest of you soggy and irritable lot, how 'bout a welcome back for our returned chum. We may hate and loathe each other, after all, but we take care of our own. ------------------ 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