Seanachai

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Chupacabra: I am God. All shall tremble before me. That is all. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> The soundest argument yet for Atheism... ------------------ 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: Poor Mensch! Mensch has obviously reached an important stage in his life when one gets all teary, sensitive to inner feelings and where the emotions run turmoil! Mace<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Important stage my arse. The neighbour's stinking dachshund finally caught on to Mensch's pill-swapping strategy and has been digging them out of it's bowl, and put a weeks worth into Mensch's breakfast this morning. Lord, quick, bring the Brick...no, not a duplicate, bring the original Meeks Brick, this is no time to accept substitutes. Now, Mensch, show us the back of your head, lad, and start singing "It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small, small 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

Sorry, I forgot an interesing footnote on the 'Stuka abandoned/exposed to dingo predation by family' story. Apparently when word of what his family had done got out, True Crime maven and pseudo-journalist Ann Rule flew immediately to Australia to interview Stuka, his family, and local authorities, with the intent of writing a scathing expose of the Australian national pastime of setting out babies as dingo bait. After meeting with local authorities, she reportedly softened her stance. After meeting with Stuka's family, she changed her focus and decided to title the book 'Necessary Sacrifices'. After exposure to Stuka himself, she changed the title to 'Required Sacrifices', and apparently went so over the top that the publishing house cancelled the whole deal. After the publisher pulled out, she confined herself to writing a series of articles on dingos for natural history publications, characterizing them as "filthy, shirking little refusniks who should be rounded up and tortured to death for failing in their duty to clear the landscape of carrion and evolutionary dysfunctions." ------------------ 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 I/O Error: [b me hands Seanachai a cookie so he calms down. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Sorry, I/O, I merely used your post as a springboard to ideas, and forgot to make clearer the fact I was addressing the concepts here in general, and not yours in particular. ------------------ 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 mensch: e-mail from stuka starts Hey morning greg, man that was a funny post last one.. boy mace must be pissing himself over that one. But I must realy tell you I was offended that you packed me up with those Aussies Peter and Mace.. cuz well to tell you the truth.. I'm a pommie.. but shhhh don't tell anyone!! ...not like that looser Seanachai.. boy hes a hot head when you pop one of his tanks..lol.. ps.. realy don't post I'm a pommie.. well as we say in England I'm one of the Lads. garsh I miss the lads at the pub eating fish and chips and downing a Guinness email ends from the pommie down under <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> This is an obvious and rather pitiful forgery. Isn't it sad enough that the man is Australian without portraying him as pretending to be Australian? Not to mention that Stuka and I have never actually competed in a game, so he would have no clue as to how I would behave should one of my AFVs be brewed up. And to characterize me as 'hot-headed'? Well, only the dementia that has all but claimed poor Mensch's ability to reason at all would come up with something like that. Stuka, while rather horribly enamoured of references to his 'wedding tackle', is, so far as can be determined, an actual Australian. We even have it on good authority that he was left by his family in the outback for several days, having first been rubbed down with ground sausage, but the dingos apparently gave him a few sniffs and snout nudges, and then, despite starvation, emptied their stomachs over nearby vegetation. Several were found dead nearby, apparently prefering death to actually incorporating his essence into their own, even if only by digestion. What is most horrifying about this post by Mensch is the fact that his posts are becoming more coherent, yet at the same time more delusional. It is impossible to determine what Mensch sees when he looks out at the world around him, but several trained psychologists posit that it's like an endless loop of Disney's "It's a Small World After All" ride. May God have mercy on his soul. ------------------ 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 12-12-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Napoleon1944: We need these vehicles. Where is the logic? If you have the Wespes and Nashorns providing tactical support, then you should field the close support tanks.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I can only conclude after numerous posts on this topic the logic is that the Nashorns and Wespe were more commonly found on the Western Front during this time period, while historically the Brummbar (the topic of this thread) and the Sturmtiger (which is not), were extraordinarily uncommon on this front, to the point where there is a question of whether they ever saw action at all within the context of CMBO. Their lack of inclusion isn't based on a question of tactical useage, but actual useage within the parameters of CMBO. Why, then, would we need these vehicles? I have nothing against their inclusion, except the fact that CM1 is a done deal. Likely they will be included in CM2, which is still a possibility, and where including them makes far more sense. ------------------ 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 12-12-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by The Commissar: Now, dalem, it's time we had a talk about what seperates boys from girls and why it matters. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bah, what seperates boys from girls with most of you lot is other boys. Come along, dalem, and don't look at what most of these other posters are showing you. You might wish, however, to dwell longingly and hopelessly on Kitty's 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 MantaRay: Can a few of you kind souls check and see if all my pictures show up on my new website? http://members.nbci.com/cm_army/index.htm Thx in advanceRay<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Went to your site, could see everything, no broken links or unloaded graphics that I could find, and I'm on AOL so that probably means anyone can see anything without problems, and who's that lunatic git with the motorcycle in that pond? ------------------ 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: Seanachai wrote: Who can forget the scene where he extends the hand of friendship to Aitkin, a failed Scot Now that's a stooping a bit low mister, even by your standards. I may not be much of a Scot, but it's hardly fair of you to accuse me of being Australian.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Now, David, please understand, please understand that I didn't want to voice that accusation. It was your whole disagreement with YK2 over the Glaswegian dialect that forced my hand. You came out on the side of the Tommies, David. On the side of people who would arrive on another planet and begin looking around for people to exclude from the clubs. And my standards, David, well, they're simply not in question. They are the very highest. I hold all of you to standards that even the best of you are unlikely to reach without my aid. But, David, be assured, there is a place for you in the world that I envision. It is a world that includes Aitkin. Especially the lovely artwork, which we're all so enamoured of here in the Peng Challenge Thread. It's just your disturbing prediliction towards correct English useage. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But if we accept your approach, what shall we do with the French? The Australians? None of them can manage English in a way to satisfy an English Peer. Unlike yourself. But have we taken a close look at the English peerage lately? In order to give the nod to the Germans, the French, and most especially, the Australians and New Zealanders, we have to go with a more forgiving standard of English. That can only mean we go with the Scottish Extreme Useage. Not only is it lovely in itself, but it sends the message that 'English is spoken here if you can figure it out, you sodding lumps of porridge' (I shan't even try to recreate that most disarming of all English useages, I haven't the Broad Scots). Now, David, do not pout, and accept that the standards of your nation are being applied to all posts here in the Peng Challenge Thread. Our motto is, 'If the French, Germans, and Australians can understand you, you're probably Scottish; and so yer welcome to post here, ya' pillocks'. ------------------ 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: Soldier, Seanachai, Get back into the cesspool! Stay away from the outside world. *LGMB Picks up Seanachai and dumps him back into the pool* And stay out! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Good on ya' LGMB. I perhaps was a bit harsh with you at one point (I can admit that out here, in the Real World); please accept my acceptance of being tossed back into the pit. ------------------ 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 I/O Error: Perhaps a system of Rules of Engagement? "Fire only when fired upon" "Open fire only when the enemy is within a certain range" etc. Does anyone else think it could be possible (and practical) to code such a thing? Would be a nice addition, if nothing else... [This message has been edited by I/O Error (edited 12-10-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> No, sorry, I don't think it would be possible. You want the AI to make decisions that are simply beyond it, or give it orders that, if followed slavishly, would have you all screaming louder than you currently are. How does Charles code this vision of 'holding fire'? Never fire, until you're being overrun? Or even then? Don't fire until an enemy is within 50ms? So a platoon moves past and through your line because it's 60 ms out, and is suddenly in amongst your support units, or behind other positions. You can't expect the AI to use the same analysis you are capable of, nor would many such orders actually work in practice, as opposed to what you envision. And although it's just a matter of opinion, I very much doubt that the kind of fire-discpline some picture here is that close to Real World conditions. I know that troops often do horribly annoying and frustrating things during the game. I think, however, that they would do even more apalling things if coded up with the concepts you're advancing. Beyond the fact that CM attempts to realistically model the world (rather than just have the game conform to the Player's demands as rigidly as the moves on a chessboard), changes to the AI often have unexpected and unwelcome consequences. ------------------ 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 Boxcar: I ordered it "CONFIRMED" on 11/21/2000 and I still haven`t recieved it yet! I`m in Canada.... Boxcar<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> There's the problem. As part of a little known subsection of NAFTA, all Canadian copies of Combat Mission are distributed to Guatemalan farm families in homes without electricity. Next time read the whole thing before you sign a trade treaty... ------------------ 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: Kitty- Don't those pants hurt?? -dale<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> That's the idea, you git. Now back to the Peng Challenge Thread, you're too innocent to be out here in the Real 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 David Aitken: It is too late! I am mortally wounded! I have effected my escape from the US vs. Russia thread, but I fear my efforts shall have been in vain! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> David, I see you and Heidman were going at it again. A fine man, Heidman, but if God showed up and gave him the ten commandments, he'd toss one out, send two back for revision, and demand three more that weren't part of the original tally. You see a lot of that lately on the main Board. ------------------ 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: .(Ahem) I, too, would like to thank Andreas...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Ah, thank you Mark IV, for reminding me. I would like to thank Andreas for his performance in 'Peng Challenge Thread: The Movie'. His portrayal of a world weary, cynical Prussian aristocrat brought tears to my eyes and new pathos to the concept of 'True German™'. Who can forget the scene where he extends the hand of friendship to Aitkin, a failed Scot, or his bitter denunciation of the school systems in every known country, including his own. I laughed, I cried, it almost made me forget Hiram's attempts at songwriting. Critics agree: his English makes everyone but Shandorf forget it's a second language (critics are torn over whether English might be Shandorf's second language). ------------------ 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: Bitter about the game, huh? I understand. Want me to sing a litty ditty I've concocted? Its about the Bard who loses alot of armor to a brainless squire. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Please, no. Another song of yours and I'm sure internal organs will attempt to escape out my bum while the stunned brain fights a heart-rending but doomed rearguard action. I've had no complaints of you as a Squire, until the songwriting thing. Just say No to further attempts at versification. I admit you have scored the only kill to date in our PBEM, having rather handily knocked out my Cromwell. It was masterful, truly. Just don't write any more songs. Please. How 'bout those Eagles, eh? What a fine season they're having! ------------------ 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: ROIGHT! How about a bit of a sing song then: My sponsor is Seanachai He doesn't have a flaw You might wonder why I make his armor die His troops are poorly led and will soon be dead (sing this to a conga beat) <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hiram, refrain from experimenting with Vogon poetry. In fact, refrain from experimenting with any kind of poetry, libretto, lyrics, or even limericks. Do not sing. Do not recite. Taunt. You have a chance, there. Apparently if it involves verse, you are as the beasts that perish. I am still shuddering, my vision has not returned to normal, and I may be bleeding internally after reading your attempt at song. I will say nice things about you, even here in the Peng Challenge Thread, if you write no more verse. ------------------ 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 jshandorf: Finally.. I game with the "enlightened" one. Jeff<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> <BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Germanboy: Who's that then? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> That would be me, I imagine. The rest of you will have to incarnate again, most likely as rodents and insects. Joffrey may not be sober enough to realize he and I are already playing a 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 Hiram Sedai: I'm next I would like to thank Andreas for helping me realize my potential as a newbie. He has pointed out, time and again that I am really not worthy to post here and simply am wasting his time by forcing him to read my juvenile ramblings. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh, no Hiram, that's not true at all! Andreas recently commented that he actually did like you. It was something along the lines of you made him think of 'the pet he never had as a child', I believe. Or maybe it was 'the pet that died'. Anyway, I think he's quite pleased with your existence, as are we all. Now be a good lad and stop stealing your material from the Simpsons. One of your recent taunts was actually quite nice, in a not nice 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 [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 12-11-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by jshandorf: Seanachai: Ahhh my poor beaten and battered opponent. I could have pity upon you but then I would just be as weak as you. Sorry, old man, gotta put the dagger in it and stop it from wiggling. Jeff <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> That I am losing to you seems as inexplicable to me as the fact that I keep winning against Berli. But there it is. I suspect in both cases that larger, mysterious forces are at work, whose plan is ineffable. Oh, and OGSF you manky Scots git. Do not force me to hold you up to the scorn you do not merely deserve, but have actively worked so hard to merit. Although I did quite like the remark about the teenage girl/parental justification/enemployed boyfriend thing. That was nice. But for the most part, you continue to occupy space on this planet that might be more profitably used by intestinal parasites and ticks, both of whom you'd be looking up at on the evolotionary ladder. Your slanderous attacks on me are the clearest proof, should any be needed, that so much of your brain is occupied with translating your remarks into your assumed Scottish patois, that no synaptic bandwidth is left for any higher intellectual functions, such as recognizing appropriate targets for your gibberish and attempts at challenge. Of course, in your case, an 'appropriate' target won't be easily found, at least until ferrets are capable of email play. And I imagine most of them would decline both your mail and your challenges, as being too vulgar and untutoured, and an affront to small, vicious, rank-smelling creatures everywhere. That said, should you insist on continuing your spittle-spraying in my direction, I shall have to check my rather busy PBEM schedule to see if a slot might be found for you, as you might be light enough to make the team of my opponents... ------------------ 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 12-11-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by PawBroon: I'm alive, ALIVE!!!! So now you elders and wannabes alike, start to number your thingies for I will deal with you as is my trademark (quite inefficiently but with panache) and will send some turns back in the evening (Marcel Time). <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Large God! I guess this means I can stop emailing the Paris gaols, emergency rooms, and coroners. Now where it YK2? Hey, everyone, we can all breathe a sigh of relief, the French are back! ------------------ 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: Quite right, sir. I wouldn't 'run', I would 'maneuver', as I used to do in my youthful RPG-ing days.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> ROIGHT, LAD, I DON'T WISH TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR YOUTHFUL 'MANEUVERING' DAYS WHERE RUNNING WASN'T AN OPTION, IN THE SAME WAY THAT I'LL WAIT ON THE MAJOR MOTION PICTURE RELEASE OF YOUR TIME SPENT IN AN RPG (ROYAL PRISON/GAOL). Now, DaleM, I want you to take a deep breath, close your eyes, center yourself, and try to contact your 'Inner Croda'. Can you see your Inner Croda? If you're getting distorted psychic visuals, the stench of spilled cheap wine, and the ability to post well being overlayed by rectal, thingy, and bathroom references, you've reached your 'Inner Croda/File Corrupted/Reload'. Reboot, consider the advantages of an actual education, contemplate the glories that the written record is filled with regarding taunting and warfare, and try to focus on the 'True' Inner Croda. Do you see a witty individual curling his lip, preparing a memorable bit of smack, and flipping me off (in an insouciant manner)? That's your True Inner Croda. Now, go show Croda what you've found, and then I want the two of you to stand side-by-side and sing "Oh Flower of the Desert, We Bend Over For Your Camels". With Feeling. ------------------ 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 12-10-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Formerly Babra: Bad idea. My nick has changed twice since first coming by here (due to forum woes). Prolly change again within a week or so. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Babra has the right of it. Not to mention that it would give a false impression of 'CM ability', as opposed to 'forum participation'. I'd love to see the long time posters get their due, and be acknowledged for their participation (although I might add that there are several who've been here for a donkey's age, and they're as useless as ****e and twice as annoying to step in). But I don't know that this is the way, especially since there are a large number of long-time posters who became 'recent' posters as a result of the Night of the Refreshing Monkeys (which should also probably be the name of a song, or major motion picture, 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

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Rob/1: Hum well I wont leve till Maxiums stops tring to bug people. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Good on ya', Rob. I've lost track of the number of times I've seen typos, bad constructions, and outright misspellings in Maximus's posts, including his classic inability to correctly spell 'rebuttal' twice, once in the subject header, and again in the first post where he apologized for spelling it wrong by spelling it wrong again (thread locked by BTS before anyone who felt like it could point out how quaint 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

On another French note, in my first game with PawBroon, if I haven't otherwise noted it (don't seriously expect me to pay much attention to what I post to most of you, it's just too sordid and upsetting), we achieved a ... Draw. A sodding Draw. And after my brave French lads held 2 of 3 VLs for the entire game, with the other one contested at the end. We agreed on a ceasefire, mainly to free up time to begin a new game, and in hopes of giving ourselves more time to belittle, mock, and dismiss the rest of you. That last would have been achieved, except the French have now dropped off the map. On another front, I have defeated Berli. Allied Tactical Victory, final score 55-31. I am now 3-0 against Berli. Yes, that's right, I have beaten Berli in yet another game. How, you ask yourself, my quivering little dormice? As I have several times pointed out to the puffed-up, pigeon-chested, thingy-rattling crowd that periodically shows up here to vacuously compare their latest rate of drool passage, I defeat Berli because Berli is not merely about winning, Berli is about playing Combat Mission. What does this mean to people who spend as much time at zoolove.com as they do visiting the Britney Spears chatrooms while posting under assumed names their opinion of whether 'Titanic' or 'Gone With The Wind' was the most romantic movie ever made (you know who you are, you useless wastes of diluted and mutated testosterone)? It means, simply, that Berli doesn't choose battle parameters or troops merely to maximize his ability to win, he chooses setups and buys troops to play the game he wishes to play, within the framework of what is given. In our last battle, I purposely chose Meeting Engagement, clear weather, day, village, moderate tree cover, modest hills. This is, perhaps, the most standard but interesting setup, and allows the stronger and more knowledgeable player the ability to use what he's learned. The only quirk, actually, was that both sides were limited to 'Mechanized', and Berli had the Germans, who have way more interesting and powerful 'vehicles' to choose from than my Brits. Berli chose Fallschirmjaegers, piled the bastards into trucks, and drove them into the center of the village where the VLs were like a gang of drunken Chicagoans heading down the Dan Ryan for Rush street on a Saturday night. My troops, on a ridge overlooking the village, had a glorious opportunity to use mortars and artillery on his troops. It should have been a slaughter. I got a tactical, and I never did take the major VL, all I did was put it into doubt. His only chosen vehicles were trucks and a lone kubelwagen (I chose two Daimler ACs, and a White Scout Car; one Daimler died, one was immobilized. I specifically chose Daimlers to deal with whatever German HTs and ACs Berli came up with, and there were none. Now, Daimlers have a ton of AP ammo, but not much else besides MGs, given their little 40mm guns.) What does this mean to you, you scurrying rodents? Merely that there are players, and then, there are Players. Some want to win at any cost, some want to pay the cost of Winning. Berli is one of the latter. Now, all that said, I beat Berli. Again. It's a clear win, and when Lorak returns to us, I wanted it marked down as such. And the other reason I beat Berli? Because he's Evil. And I am the chosen of the gods. And as for most of the rest of you? You're dog excrement. That horrible, crumbly, magnesium-burn grey-white late summer dog excrement. Barkers eggs, to you Aussie ****es. How come we don't get anything like a sing-song from the Aussies? A very musical nation, Australia. You wouldn't know it from the dearth of singing we've gotten from the resident Aussies. You're a sodding disgrace to your nation, you lot. ------------------ 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 12-10-2000).]