Seanachai

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Chupacabra: Dammit, Sneakytea, lay off the babelfish, that's my gimmick! To the rest of you - I still have no time to crush you with the detail, precision, and malicious fervor which you so richly deserve. I know that patience is a virtue, and therefore something completely alien to you mongrels, but do try to keep the tooth-gnashing to a minimum, it disturbs my sleep. Ta! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I, personally, shall await your return with great patience. I will console myself during your absence by replaying our last turn, when your two Hellcats were rent asunder by the fresh fires of Heh. It was very prettily done. By a StuG. A turretless tank. This flanking maneuver of yours, I begin to see how it works. Not for you, of course, but I'm sure you are gaining advantages from it that I can only begin to imagine. That's one AC killed on my right flank, 1 AC hopelessly bogged on my left flank, and 2 Hellcats trashed, also on my left flank. And I hold all the VLs. While Shandorf has shown me the inherent advantages of scurrying down the extreme edge of either side of the map in an attack against a static defense, I'm not sure I've completely grasped the intricacies of it in a Meeting Engagement. But I'm sure that my lesson will be on the way this weekend. ------------------ 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 YK2: And SEANACHEEKYCOOCHIECOO where the hell is my Turn??????? are you bottling out or what? Get your sorry ass into gear pronto and send it by return or else, or else, or else......... [This message has been edited by YK2 (edited 12-03-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Large God! I owe you a turn?! I thought I am awaited one from you! Ah, me, confused I am most certainly! I will instanter check all files and send the most recent over. And, er, just so you know, I, too, always keep this picnic basket filled with assorted wines nearby. We honourary French, we are quick at the learning, no? ------------------ 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

There is one flamethrower. If the operartor gets hit, his assistant takes over the flamethrower. It's not an integral part of the operator's body, after all. Yes, there is a certain abstraction in that the exchange can take place very quickly. However, as they are a team, they are in very close proximity. I'm puzzled that you would assume anything different. Did you assume that every member of an MG squad had a machine gun, or that every mortarman had his own mortar? ------------------ 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 12-03-2000).]

A small billabong. Light filters in strangely from the East. Three figures sit in the half light. One is dark, and wreathed in smoke. One is grim, dissaproving, and muttering. One is quite mad, and singing quietly to himself. Berli: Pack it up. They're getting close, now. Seanachai: Oh, surely we've got a bit more time? I've just taught this little duck that it's actually a mammal! Peng: I visualize them all dying. It gives me strength. AAAGGGHHH!!! (jumps up, shaking one leg) SON OF A BITCH, THERE'S ANOTHER ONE! WHAT ARE THESE GODDAMN THINGS?! Seanachai (peering over at the small form scurrying away): That's a marsupial. They're displacing the hamsters. The Threads gone Downunder now, you know. Peng: Well tell the fecking little bastards to stay away from me! Seanachai: You can't talk to them, Peng. They're like the Aussies themselves: dim, primitive, and prone to going their own way. Berli: I could talk to them. Seanachai: Er, no, Berli, that's not necessary. I mean, they've survived so many millenia of evolution without a clue, it would be a shame for them to meet you now. Berli: Fine. Listen to the racket, would you? Seanachai: Oh, well, it's not to be wondered at. It's a whole new world! Berli: Are the French still here? Seanachai: Er, yes, but they haven't blown-up anything, yet! Berli: Pity. Peng: Sod the French. And sod the Australians. What's that?! (points accusingly) Seanachai: Well, that's some very unappealing scrubby underbrush. Peng: There goes the neighbourhood. I suppose they are arriving. I thought you said it would take them ages to get here? Seanachai: I was wrong. They've really taken to their new habitat. Plus a lot of the old ones came back. Peng: Really? Which ones. Seanachai: Er, well, Germanboy came on strong. And Mark IV has made a special effort. And Vultu...er Geier. Peng: And Shaw? Seanachai: On the run. Apparently, he's staying with Salman Rushdie. The Mormon Church has declared that because he defamed the prophet's wives, anyone who kills him will go to heaven. A sad case, really. I understand he and Rushdie spend most of their day playing CM and drinking beer. Peng: What the hell's sad about that, you daft idiot? Seanachai: Er, the death sentence? Never mind, as Bauhaus has pointed out, we're all under one. Never figured him for a philosopher. Berli: Bauhaus? Seanachai: Yes Berli: He's smarter than a marsupial. Seanachai: And? Berli: And what? He's smarter than a marsupial. A little larger, too. Peng: And what about Lorak? Seanachai: Personal loss. Gods bless him. (Briefly all bow their heads). Peng: GI Tom? Seanachai: Been seen, presently playing within the 'Pool. Peng: So what's that lot, then? (points to the West) Seanachai: Well, Peng, you know, all the newcomers, and the Squires, and such. Peng: Filthy lot. Seanachai: Well, but we've been sitting here waiting for them. Peng: Bloody lot of baggage are here now, aren't they? Time to move on. Berli: There. (points West) Seanachai(squinting): Looks about right. Peng: I really liked the emptiness. You know, just here. (looks around; there are now tufts of desert grass, a few scrawny thorn bushes, a few nervous looking sheep chewing stolidly, backed up against anything substantial looking). Where do the goddamn sheep come from, anyway? They're not native. Seanachai: Strangely, wherever the Cesspool goes, there are always sheep there. Odd, really. Of course, we have a fair amount of Aussies, Kiwis, and now the Greeks have shown up. Berli: It's time. (all three arise) Seanachai: What shall we sing as we move on? Berli: A Requiem? Peng: Gilbert and Sullivan? Seanachai: I know, how about: And so we've had, another night of poetry and poses and each man knows, he'll be alone when the sacred gin mill closes and so we'll drink, the final glass each to his joy, or sorrow and hope the numbing drunk will last until opening tomorrow and then we'll stagger back again like paralytic dancers each knows the questions he will ask and each man knows the answers and so we'll drink, the final drink that cuts the brain in sections where answers never signify and there aren't any questions I broke my heart, the other day it will mend again, tomorrow if I'd been drunk when I was born I'd be ignorant of sorrow and so we'll drink, the final toast that never can be spoken here's to the heart that's wise enough to know when it's better off broken... Last Call -Dave Van Ronk ------------------ 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 M. Bates: Hahaha! Hook, line and sinker!! I'm not done with this thread yet, so I'll post again in a week or so. In the meantime I will leave you gentlemen to continue on your journey of self-obsession. Au revoir!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hook, line and sinker? What?! You mean you're not an educated wank, but just an ignorant and annoying poseur? And you're not done with this Thread? We've heard that one before, laddie. You know, I watched your somewhat annoying arrival on the Board, with your original sig, and the furor that surrounded it, and I watched your rather disingenuous disclaimers as to understanding all the uproar. Then I watched you post tendentious, priggish threads on 'keeping the board clean' and protecting young people who might be reading, and I was torn between wondering if you were that obnoxious an hypocrite, or if you were annoyed to the point of deep satire by the reaction to your original forum name. So, are you actually so completely worthless that you would originally sign on here as Master Bates, and then claim to not understand what people who objected were talking about, and since have championed 'let's not talk naughty now, because the children might be listening', or are you just involved in a strange, Brit, guerilla-theatre assault on the CM Board, and we're your most recent port of call? If the former, bugger off, die, and, as Khrushchev said: We will bury you. If the latter, then own up, and try some other, equally satirical and understated, weird approach to annoying the folk here. These people thrive on being annoyed. But if you're taking the latter approach to making yourself a pain in the arse, you're going over the heads of too many people to be appreciated. So, the balls in your court, Mate. Want to just be a useless wank, and be treated as such? Or do you have a point? It's not enough to be hated, you know. The next stage is to be liked. Of course, then you'll be hated again. That's what we do here. And it works very nicely. I've never met such a lovely group of complete scum. Care to join in? ------------------ 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 Formerly Babra: In the immortal words of Madmatt: Bite me... (best I can do for now -- i'm quite drunk). <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Did I mention the fact that I'm glad that Color Me Babra was 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 David Aitken: Don't tell me – he was run over by an M5A1 halftrack, which, being prior to v1.1, was overcrowded with a full squad, when everyone knows that the ring mount for the .50 cal MG took up the space for two seats (or maybe Babra was sitting on the storage bins), and was thus unsafe. Moral of the story: don't leave the house without checking up on your TO&E's. David Tact and sensitivity never won any wars™<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Ooh, Scots humour. Listen to their songs. They're all quite lovely, but the most horrible things are going on. Aitkin, you toad, what about some artwork for the new digs. I fancy something with Cesspoolers all standing around in filth, wearing brightly colored shorts and those jaunty Aussie hats, carrying cans of beer, while low level mammals (marsupials), gnaw at their extremeties. Fast up with it, you second-class Brit. ------------------ 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 quite often play as the Brits in QBs, and I invariably choose Churchills or Cromwells. As Moriarity says, the Churchills especially can take quite a beating. Mind, they can also get knocked out on the first turn, but I've been amazed at some of the hits they've taken and kept blithely on. I've seen them absorb hit after hit, and I've never yet had one show much concern when attacked by flamethrowers. Again, to second Moriarity, I have a love hate relationship with the Piat. They are somewhat slow to fire (this improves markedly with the experience level of the troops), and their accuracy is problematic at best. But when they hit, that is usually the end of the vehicle. I can only remember once or twice hitting with one to no effect. And, although I know it's a purely illusory observation, Brit infantry units seem extremely durable and steady. There are no 'nationality' factors built in, but there it is. Also, I find it confusing that the Brits don't have any squad level antitank capabilities. Is this because their overall policy emphasized close support tanks, and therefore they downplayed the infantry's need for this sort of capability? And I've agreed with Moriarity too much. I shall now use 3" mortars on his positions. ------------------ 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

Lorak, my deepest sympathy. Glad you're back among us. Take your time, fellow, and know that our thoughts are with you. ------------------ Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious opprobrium of all the parties, Tremblez! your parricidal projects finally will receive their prices! But these sanguinary despots, But these accomplices of Berli, All these tigers which, without pity, Bauhaus the centre of their mother! We will enter the career When our elder is not there any more, We will find there their dust And the trace of their virtues

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Marlow: Simple Simon, You damn drive by poster, get back to your little "I think that Panther turrets should spin like helecopter rotors" or the "I want to shoot horses" threads with your historical groggyness <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> A little caution there, Marlow. Although he's mainly been stopping by to speak GibberAussese, Simon can be quite nasty if he chooses. And we don't use the Brick on the Grogs, as all that does is make them groggier. They get into rather esoteric discussions of impact, material, damage, etc. that defeats the whole purpose of whacking them. The brick is reserved for the insane. You know, Meeks (when he returns. Of course, we won't be able to give him a good whack until he warms up a bit, or he'll probably shatter), Mensch, those sorts. Occassionaly we whack Bauhaus when he starts having delusions of grandeur (although the Moriarity Debacle has calmed those somewhat. Unfortunately it's driven him back onto thingies, as it were). We might have to start whacking Shandorf with it, he's getting a little uppity, as well. PawBroon, being into the Onanist use of the Brick, hits himself with it (although sometimes, in the interest of equality and all round good fun, we let YK2 hit him with it). Grogs are dealt with by giving them very complex formulaes and/or data tables, especially ones you've faked up and are completely meaningless. They take them off into corners giggling and mumbling to themselves, and blissfully while away their time establishing relationships, significance, and trying to verify/disprove everything there in. ------------------ 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 Bouillé, All these tigers which, without pity, Déchirent 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 M. Bates: Je suis reconnaissant pour l'accueil eu les moyens à moi dans ce fil beaucoup, et j'espère que vous ne me trouviez pas ennuyer aussi. Après que j'aie épuisé les parties privées de ma soeur j'essaierai et continuer participant à ce fil. Merci! If you don't understand any of this, I can translate. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh, how lovely! He speaks French! I only speak English and Vulgarian, myself. Now he can fail to dazzle or amuse in two languages. A cultured idiot is always inherently more valuable than a garden variety one. Of course, they're both dull and thick, but there's something about the smarminess of someone who patronizes you from a position of education that's so much more satisfying. He's probably English. Some of them win awards for that sort of thing. ------------------ 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 Bouillé, All these tigers which, without pity, Déchirent 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 YK2: Seanachiacooooooooooo where are you? Get your sorry ass in here and show these Aussies how it should be done, you know Matt, I thought you were a pretty cool guy, How could you? I am but a mere female, tell me to shut up (see if I care) to me, this thread will never be the same without Sean at the helm. I am truly *sulking* ohhhh before I go..... Hello Croda sweety <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Large God! Has the Thread been around long enough yet for the hopeless to get bored and stop shuffling in? Well, not quite, it seems, but they do seem to be trailing off. Ah, YK2, I am honoured. But we must remember that I was 'at the helm' of the previous Peng Challenge Threads in the same way that a man being prodded off the edge of a cliff by an angry mob can be said to be 'leading' it. Now, obviously, this place will be all but unliveable for a while. Not so much because of the Australians (yes, most of them do bear their young live, but after that they get strangely cute with them) shuffling through. Any thread that has a high hit count on the words 'VB', 'sheep', and 'pommie' attracts their attention and in they come. But for the most part they are a nation that delights in giving each other and everyone else ****e, so they don't really pose a problem. No, for a while the problem will be the confused little tykes who do not realize this is the new home of the Peng Challenge Thread, and wander in trying to figure out what's going on. They will disappear the soonest, of course, as word gets around and the post count grows. And we will have a rush of visitations from unhappy, constipated individuals who disparage the Thread and everyone here because they disapprove, or don't get it, or they feel excluded and want everyone to know they never wanted to be included in the first place. Some feel the need to take some sort of moral high-ground and then rush down into the swamp to tell everyone there should not be swamps before rushing back to the hilltops, there to fall to their knees weeping at the things they have seen, and the fact that their clothing will now have to be burned. They turn their faces up to the heavens and decry the things they have read, and wonder that the Almighties(whatever you conceive them to be) and the Moderators allow such things to be. Now, none of these people have ever made any attempt to offer an alternative. It is interesting to me that a great deal of time and energy goes into the Peng Challenge Thread, aka Cesspool. It is of very mixed quality and interest, it's true, but now in it's third incarnation and at @6,000 posts for the three, having survived crashes, schisms, whinging, and every form of disruption, it is an unusually active and healthy thread (in a very unhealthy way). What have those who disapprove, and the moral reformers, offered as an alternative? For a while, I even tried to setup up a 'Nice and Courteous PBEM' thread (shudder). Not only was I not the right person for that job, but the abuse I took here was unbelievable. Berli alone was so cruel that I ended up weeping alone and distraught (he would only communicate with me through the 'Nice & Courteous Thread', and was always extremely friendly and polite. It finally broke me completely. It was like having Satan show up and insist on driving you to church every single day while talking about the weather and sports and gardening and things.) Not once have we seen those who wish the death of the Peng Challenge Thread offer up anything to counter it. None of them would take the time and effort that people like myself have been willing to devote to the Cesspool. And it's unlikely that if they did, many would go by there. No, they spend their efforts on quick, 6-20 post shots on the general Board, some locked up, others dying away for lack of interest. We do not. We carry on (however badly, sometimes). Despite the curses of the holy, the abuse of the grognards, the inanity of the lackwits, and the judgements of the self important, we carry on. New chums arrive, others leave, many return, and some cannot be levered out even despite pictures of Mormon Wives, Mr. T, and whatever that horror was Chupacabra inflicted on everyone a bit ago. Sometimes we complain, we snarl about the newcomers, we deride the old-timers, we get into actual pissing matches, rather than the typical 'Pool type. But the Thread goes on. So, PeterNZer, no: the Peng Challenge Thread is not merely a place to seek PBEMs and provide brutal AARs. And no, Croda, it is not merely a place to taunt one's opponents, and pour out invecitve and abuse. All these things are, of course, central and important to the Peng Challenge Thread. But the Thread is more than just those things. The Thread is a Community. A vile, hateful community of individuals of varying gifts, attitudes, personnaes, and achievements. But a community nonethelss. And that is why it survives. That, and the fact that I still grace it with my presence. Most of the rest of you couldn't manage enough character, erudition, and intelligence to maintain a colony of bacteria, let alone an actual community of thinking beings. But I have compassion on you. You are all poor, weak creatures, and I shall do my best to raise you up to the level of the poor creatures you seem to take such unnaturally carnal interests in. For the Hedgehog is with me, and the Hedgehog can never be buggered at all. Did I see that the Greeks had finally arrived? ------------------ 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 Bouillé, All these tigers which, without pity, Déchirent 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 Speedy: Mace, I'll have a VB over here mate. Give the foreigners Fosters, for some strange reason they seem to like it and you know we won't touch the stuff. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Fosters? Might as well have a Labatt's. All the Fosters we see is brewed in Canada under license. Now, I suppose that the Australians that occasionally slouch by here are going to be insufferably pleased with themselves. And, as everyone knows, they are a nation even more given to boasting, posing, and hyperbole than the average American (ignoring Texans, of course, which everyone should). I hope that Goanna, somewhere in the land of Onan, is at least warmed by this debut of The Peng Challenge Thread in his native landscape. Now, given that the Peng Challenge Thread tends to go critical about every 2-3 months, it seems only fitting that it go truly International, and that a different nation host it in each incarnation by having some otherwise useless representative of that nation, (like Mace, a truly worthless Australian who is doing altogether too well against me in a game right now), start up the new incarnation. So, Peng Challenge Thread posters, aka Cesspoolers, get your bids in now! Are you from outside the US and Australia, and want to see the Peng Challenge Thread come to the sewers of your otherwise pristine nation? Line up, sign up, and make your arguments today! Remember, if rhetoric doesn't work, cash payments undoubtedly will! First round (before the actual pay-offs begin) involves writing an essay-post here on 'Why My Nation Should Be Afflicted With The Peng Challenge Thread, aka Cesspool, aka Mutha Beautiful Thread'. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads. [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 11-28-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Big Time Software: OK Seanachai, I take back what I said about your clothes. You go girl! Start up another one and make the title a good one please. We are all going to have to live with it for a while I fear Steve<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bugger, Steve and Madmatt have to agree on this one! I don't wish to generate a string of useless threads! Madmatt locked up my first alternate, and sent everyone over to Mace's thread. He also closed Berli's. But Mace, while a fine human being, is also standing on his head. Before I take matters into my own hands, just to have it ripped forth again, what is the official pronounciation? We now have a schims within the Moderator chain. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Rob/1: NO I DID NOT <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Sorry, Rob, what I meant was, 'go check out Madmatt's post there', as I knew you'd been there recently (and therefore knew where it was ) and might not have caught it. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Mace: So here it is, the new Aussie Peng theme park! Mace<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Sorry, you marsupial. Take it over to my or Berli's thread. One of them should prove the successor. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

Well, once again, in the interest of both orthodoxy, continuity, and other things too strange to go into, I am restarting the Peng Challenge Thread, aka The Cesspool. In the immortal words of Berli: The 'Pool is Dead. Long live the 'Pool. Please, let us forgo schism and giving the Moderators lots of scut work, and continue to post our Peng Challenge Thread lunacy here. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Moriarty: I think that world renowned, dashing, debonaire, bald, 'pooler emeritus, man-of-few-words (most notably BITE ME), Madmatt should start our new thread. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Heck, I'd go with that, but it implies to much official approval. And, as all know, we are not approved (banned in several states, with the Utah senate considering new laws specifically regarding us). I would be happy to start it up afresh, because I don't know where Peng is. Or Berli could do it, he's around, but is that too high profile for him? I mean, he's already got Heaven on his back... ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Madmatt: Oh god, I keep tripping over them. Mace's nice and subtle Oz insprired thread is the new *resting place* of the pool of cess. Madmatt<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Now Matt, I want you to notice that the Faithful have begun posting in the new home. Mine and Berli's original threads were merely quick fixes to keep every lunatic pretender from starting up their own version of The Cesspool. Once the will was made known, We went to our new home. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Rob/1: IS IT JUST ME OR ARE THE POST THAT YOU POST IN NOT MOVING TO THE TOP ANY MORE! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Er, Rob, see Madmatt's post in the new home of the Peng Challenge Thread about how he had to reset the clock? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

"Bang! Goes another Kanga on the bonnet of the van..." The Moderators have spoken. All hail to Mace, father to the third incarnation of the Peng Challenge Thread. Maybe it's just as well we all had a bit of walkabout. So, here we are. These are the sewers of Australia? What a horribly shabby place. We should all be right at home here. Still, I think it's a bit stiff, Australia being allowed to host the Olympics and the Peng Challenge Thread in the same year. Didn't Utah come under investigation for just this sort of thing? Still, Mace did right by the Thread, and made sure Peng's name was there. That's all we really need, you know. Oh, and we have to get Aitkin in here to decorate again. But, I'm sure that after a merry new digs sing-song, everyone will feel quite at home. MACE! STIR YOURSELF, LAD, AND GET EVERYONE BEERS! IF YOU'RE GOING TO HOST THIS THING, DO IT ROIGHT! ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by jdmorse: Seanachai you miserable sod. You know, that I know that you read this thread. Therefore a thinking man would know that to mention such would be to give you that information. Of course, knowing that, an intelligent man could reason that Morse is a blabbering lunatic, OR that Morse knows that I know, so therefore any information he gives is precisely the opposite of what is the real case. But wait, that would be too clever by half. You would reason that it is too obvious so therefore the information must be correct, so you act as if it is, but then realizing that I am aware of your self annoited cleverness you would assume that I would prevaricate on purpose so that you, being an intelligent man, would do precisely as I wanted you to do? Thus I have woven the conundrum in which you are tangeled. Is he a lunatic or a clever man, I knowing this would then drink of this cup of wine....[glup glup]....[thunk] <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Yours is a dizzying intellect... ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by jdmorse: Speaking of the Senile-one I managed to provide some fireworks with some spectacular arty but am still bummed about losing my Hetzer to a STUPID gun hit right on turn 1. This probe of his is proving painful. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Morse you lunatic. I know I hit the sodding thing, but wasn't told anything more than 'front turret hit', and than it slid back out of sight. My normal instinct was to hope it had taken some damage, but to treat it like a threat. Until reading the above, of course. Now I know it's impotent, except, possibly, for a little MG action. Gun hit, eh? What useful intel you thoughtfully provide. Now, quick, blabbermouth, where's Jimmy Hoffa and who killed JFK? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by bauhaus: How's this for people skills?.................BITE ME!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hmm, learned here in the 'Pool, no doubt. Bauhaus, dear lad, you might want to apply a more mainstream form of 'people skills' to your employment. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Mace: This is deplorable! I say the punishment should fit the crime ---> listening to 24 hours of Seanachai's singing! Mace<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Sorry, Mace, but no one's ever gone more than an hour and retained their sanity, and that's when I was sober. Two hours and most creatures start flopping around making mewling noises. By the end of three hours, all but the very strongest have quietly given up the will to live and expired in a puddle. Be glad you only get the written approximations of my sing-songs here. The horrible Real World™ kept intruding on me all weekend, so many people have experienced delays in getting their turns, and you've all had a very nice rest as I haven't been posting here. This week I am ignoring the Real World™, which means people should get turns more quickly, and it will be painful here as I once again fling pompousness around, and try to claim lordship over everything that does not belong to Peng, which, since everything does, will of course be nothing. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.