Seanachai

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by YK2: Hmmmmmmm celebrating being French until Sunday? And to think I have been sitting around moping awaiting his return, Sean, If I get around to it you'll receive your turn tonight, otherwise it will be Sun as tomorrow I will be celebrating being Scottish. Whats good for the goose...... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh dear. Umm, I believe his words were more on the level of: I shall be forced to be away from the ones I truly love (that would most likely be you and I), but I will bear up under the sadness somehow. You know how it is with PawBroon's English; it's almost as convoluted and difficult to decipher as my own. Although I am looking forward to my next turn from you, as I've been thinking of nasty things I might do to turn the tide. I wish I could go out and celebrate being Scottish, and with Scots, at that. I'm sitting here right now listening to Shooglenifty, in my filthy apartment (strange how the growth and the development of the Cesspool has been almost compeletely mirrored by my own living circumstances), but it's just not the same. Although the upstairs neighbour is stomping about and does seem a bit exercised about the volume level. Ah, well, alternatively, I have an evening of posting turns ahead of me, and popping in here to post in the hopes of casting a little light into the darkness. Hmm, it's 11:15 on a Saturday night in Scotland. No turn from you, so you're probably pissed and wandering town terrorizing and cowing football hooligans. Good on ya'. ------------------ 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 11-04-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Roborat: I challenged Captain Foobar for insulting Meeks/Hamsters, we were in the process of setting it up, When Girlyboy muscled in demanding to set up the map himself, aided and abetted by Gerbilguy, and a few comments by crowda. So now I have some targets. Well, Oh evil one, who's name shouldn't be uttered out loud, where is the setup you were going to build?????? ??? ?. Although it is probably moot at this point, as *&"'captain foobar'"&* hasn't been heard from for a while. So I win by default, a no-show, easy win for me. Rack it up thorax. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Alright, is someone seeing to this? I've been rather pleased with Roborat's posts, in general, and it seems a shame to leave him standing in the lobby, being shouldered aside by the likes of Whizkid. MEEKS! Is the cyber rat fella your Squire or Berli's? One of you get on this and get him a bloody game. FOOBAR?! FOOBAR, ARE YOU OUT THERE? Have no fears, he wanders quite a bit, but he always drags back in here eventually, and he never completely leaves the CM site. ------------------ 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: Hey Stupa, why do you smell of hamster, and why do you keep gaffer tape in your pocket? Mace <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hmm, that's interesting, Mace; the only other person on this entire Board who's ever made reference to the terrifying 'gaffer tape/hamster' joke was Makhno. ------------------ 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 mensch: Ah I see Der Sac Senoochie has responded... you see my dear stuby friend, you boast your inteligence and of your a studlyness ooh! you sound like a 14 year old boasting how many times he had a roll in the sack.. but unlike a 14 year old that has more luck with woman, the best pickup like this poor sod has is "I washed this month". BTW schooch jacking off in the washroom under the table and behind the door does not count as sex. unless your a skizzo. I'm actually contemplating in recanting my challange to such a disabled, zit faced, pompus school child as you. six words you wanker... grow up and send the file. here's a penny, now go leave me alone. [This message has been edited by mensch (edited 11-04-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Unbelievable. Just when I thought his posts couldn't become any more incoherent, a starshell goes off in his brain and we get something like this. mensch, take several breaths and focus: perhaps you are making reference to Meeks's 'studly' postings? He is the one who seems to be romping with beautiful asian women. My recent posts involved the pity and sorrow I feel for your wife, and any other family member who cannot avoid your one man Cirque de Soleil of Madness. Now, while I know that all Americans seem the same to you (at this point and given your mental condition, I'm sure most everyone seems the same to you; God forbid the mailman should arrive at the door with a package when a briefly firing synapse makes you remember your wife for a moment), many of us are quite different from each other. Meeks is insane, humorous, boastful, and extremely energetic. I am the long-winded one, who bustles around trying to make sure all of you children are playing well together, and that none of you are running with scissors (or at least not running directly at each other with scissors). Your setup will arrive later this evening. Your wife (that poor woman) can help you piece together what you are to do with it. If you have any preferences and are actually in a position to read this (that is, sedated enough to actually read my post, and not confuse me with others), then send them on. Now, try and get some rest, and concentrate hard on simple things, and stay with us, mensch, and please take whatever of your medication hasn't been used to turn the neighbour's weiner dog into a model citizen, okay? ------------------ 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 OGSF: Well strap me to an ant hill and smear my ears with jam! OberGrupenBloodyStompinFeuhrerBastard <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hiram, be a good fellow and wash those ears before you bring them to me, will you? Oh, actually, when you defeat OGSF and become a Knight you'll be above that sort of thing, won't you? Have Shandorf do it, then. ------------------ 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 mensch: LOG BOOK (cpt Mensch - 001103): It's been days since my last challange to the fuffy moss ridden Senoochie, no report back from the git. ...edited in the interest of saving mensch the embarassment of having his hopeless gibberish read again... --------- <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> It's sad, really. The one I feel sorriest for is his poor wife. I'm sure mensch wasn't the shiniest penny in the fountain even before his recent deterioration, but now, when I contemplate what the poor woman has to cope with day in and day out, while we only see his periodic ravings here (and those the ones he's actually spent some time thinking through); well, my heart goes out to that brave woman. I imagine a typical day for her is rather like: "Wife! Wife, I have hands, me! Fire up my harmonica, today I shall show all that I can blow, and blow out loud! Put on the frillies, my little flutterbug, I feel a great moment to be almost upon me! Wait, I shall dissipate it by posting vile and only barely intelligible gibberish to Seanachai. Don't cry, hubsche, soon I will show you how my guns shall pound all into pieces and leave them before my feet! Wait, before that, I shall make many references to things unclean to all the Cesspool! Ahahahaha! Was there ever another like me to give the pennies to my mental betters? Not, I am thinking, and this after only as much thinking as would alarm small dogs! (sputtering, giggles, and hiccups) With what brilliance I reveal myself to all who cannot look away quickly enough! Quick, Wife, bring me duck eggs, the moment has arrived for their reinsertion! Now, master of all is mensch, and my medication I have fed to the neighbour's dachshund once again, and she is showing the strain of having to use the normalized brain that would be mine if I would only obey you and the doctors, all of whom make me think of the Japanese, so that I must now make posts in another language who's mastery is all in my ability to type it! I shall type all my posts in German, from now on, but I shall with you and others speak only English, because German is too hard!" Hour after hour like this, day in and day out, and limited only to vocalizations if they manage to keep him in restraints that day. So, while I can't imagine any game between us will involve anything more coherent than the above, this weekend I shall send mensch a setup. Not only because playing our intellectual and sanity inferiors is a time honoured Cesspool activity, but because every drool covered moment that mensch is involved with our game will be a moment of rest for that woman whom fate, and doubtless, now, her own sense of duty, has sentenced to the degradation of being mensch's wife. ------------------ 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 11-03-2000).]

Oh, and a quick messge for Chrisl and Andreas. Chrisl, I received your last email replying to me sending of File 8. There was no file attached to that one, but I also had an earlier email telling me that you wouldn't probably get turns out until Sunday, so I'm hoping that's all that's going on there. Andreas, I got an email from you acknowledging receiving file 30 in our game, but there was no return file attached, and I haven't seen anything from you lately. Take a look and see if you have a turn for me. Meeks, I have the scenario for you and PawBroon, but won't be able to do a setup and return it to you for a day or so, but that shouldn't be a problem as PawBroon informed me that he will be celebrating being French until Sunday. You will have the setup before he finishes reaffirming himself. Chupacabra, I got your file, then trashed it somehow, downloaded it again, and will do my setup and return it to you shortly. By shortly I mean sometime Saturday, as I have no sodding sense of time whatsoever. For reasons to dim to go in to, I won't be able to deal with it until then. ------------------ 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 Shandorf: Now.. For the updates of my other games. Wussafies: I am not attacking you I am clearing that land for my developers who want to put in a brand new strip mall. Unfortunately your troops are in the way. Jeff [This message has been edited by Shandorf (edited 11-03-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Good lord, is 'Wussafies' an attempted deconstruction of Seanachai? Go have a bit of a lie down, the blood isn't making it to your brain. Can't say I blame it, as there really isn't much there for it to nourish. ------------------ 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 Whizkid: (Whizkid wanders off,head hung low,and tears streaming down his pale cheeks)<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> One more to go, and then he starts attempting his own insults, and picking on our more evolutionarily challenged members. ------------------ 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 Stuka: WEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! {Runs around madly} "free from the cesspool!" {looks around, while dripping on the carpet} WEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! {Runs back to the 'pool} run,run......jump.......SPLASH! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bloody Australians. Can't take your eye off them for a moment, they charge through the neighbourhood like dingos and upset folk. I think Stuka needs a little workout with the Brick. And Mace's precis on time seems to indicate he's had too much bricking for a while, and we'd better give him a rest. ------------------ 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 Whizkid: Well,Well,Well,it seems that I've stirred up a hornet's nest(Isn't that what the best books say?) and now have Mace flinging challenges around all over the show like a Knight Errant (What the Hell is that?) and Stuka sitting in a corner giggling to himself. And all I wanted to know is why is the Dungeons and Dragons crowd crossing wits (such as they are)on the Combat Mission Forum? I bet they come back at me and say "Piss Off!" Ah well,my mother told me that there would be days like this. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hmm, originally posted like someone's Uncle who'd wandered into the wrong bathroom. Then moved to unhappy Repbulican grandfather scolding bad teenagers. Finally flopped about a bit like he might try to rise to the occassion, but had either shot his bolt, or hit a particularly nasty slick spot and went arse over head. Still, it could all be a subtle ploy. He could be putting two and two together and realizing that far worse things are expected. I mean, usually the totally confused ones scream in horror, say something nasty, then run for the exit (which is extremely inconsiderate, as breaking into any sort of a run in here leads to some rather nasty splashing). This one insists on making some of the obligatory gestures, but he's still around, still posting. Two more posts, and he'll probably start to like it. Odd reference with the D&D stuff, though. What's next, insults based on references to Albanian labour unions? They would seem as apropos. I can only assume the whole Knight/Squire thing is throwing him off. Whizzkid, these references are more on the level of the Templars than RPG Paladin wannabes. We Knights of the Order of the Cesspool are one of the militant monastic orders. As all know, this Order openly runs the Cesspool, or Peng Challenge Thread (in so far as a midden is managed), and secretly runs the Combat Mission Board, and perhaps, portions of the Real World™ itself. The members of this circle of Illuminati post here under a variety of aliases and personnas. If you met any of us in the Real World™ we would, of course, look like any other collection of unshaven, unwashed, badly groomed men who drink from bottles in paper bag decanters and live in cardboard boxes in the allys just off major pedestrian thoroughfares in major Metropolitan areas around the world. Except for YK2 and Kitty, as they are women, and therefore are allowed to pose as human beings. ------------------ 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 Hiram Sedai: It would appear that Sir Seanachai is throwing a petite white doily and saying "stop it guys!" <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bad Squire! Down,Down! I was merely pointing out how jolly it is to belong to a community where even the best will never be more than prominent amongst equals. Being a member of the Peng Challenge Thread, and most particularly the Knights of the Order of the Cesspool, is rather like belonging to a Viking raiding party. I was gratified to hear that you are smiting OGSF most thoroughly. Turn him into anchovie paste, and we'll smear it on Croda and make him swim across 'rat alley' at the south end of the 'Pool. ------------------ 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 Croda & Chupacabra: OK Enough of this! Let it end here! anyone who wishes to babelfish anymore must first bring me a shrubbery! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> No matter how whacked out something is, if you suggest it on the Peng Challenge Thread, someone will try 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 Hakko Ichiu: Is this any better, you intellectual snob, you? Sure beats Shameonyou's bloated ramblings anyway. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> The loveliest thing about the Peng Challenge Thread is that any attempt to impose order, govern behaviour, or make pronouncements is met with such a firestorm of abuse, feces-flinging, and cat-calls that the hapless fool is forced to crouch down and make a run for it. The angriest, most bitter opponents immediately unite to point their fingers (the central, communicative one) at such a loon, and join in happy, fraternal competition to insult him most feelingly. It's an anarcho-syndicalist commune out there, Tarzan... ------------------ 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 11-02-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Herr Oberst: Let me see if I got this right... It is not possibly you in German writes. The other one cannot that not read or hardly nothing provided... geil. Now we catch with SLUDGE mobbing.. I begin on. Buh ey he is to daemlichste Fritz gives there, I means, where he has the eggs to come here and its bloede face to look... IMPUDENTLY! oh merrily konnen all this try to understand to the Artzt comes, but worth nix B]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> How astonishing. The above is easily the most coherent and witty thing that Herr Oberst has posted on the Thread. And now you tell me it's a bad internet English translation from colloquial German. Oberst, my cuddly toy, bookmark the Bablefish site and continue to run all your posts through it. Reminds me of a story a friend told me, where they took an English phrase, ran it through a computer translator into, I believe, French, then from there into Russian, and then back again into English. The phrase was "the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." What came bac was, "the wine is very good, but the meat has gone rotten." In the future, Herr Oberst should endeavour to use Babelfish to translate all his posts into German, then back into English. The possibility of using a third, intermmediate language should be considered as well. I predict a marked rise in their general quality if this procedure is followed. ------------------ 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 Elijah Meeks: Humbug I say! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> This is insufferable. Andreas, Meeks, stop this right now. This is the Peng Challenge Thread, aka 'the Cesspool', where it is understood that all Knights are honourable (if disgusting), all combats shall be worthy (even if odd), and all opponents shall shut the hell up and listen to the Law (this place may be anarchic, but we have standards, and Masters of the Order, who spend a great deal of time Debating other Masters, making them Master...well, we shan't go there, now shall we, my happy little pair of Master Debaters? Meeks, you horrible little man. That Order of Battle was right out of the Catalog Of Useless Wanking Gamey Players. Andreas, Meeks invariably chooses the Oddest Bloody Setups That His Diseased Mind Might Make Seem Entertaining. You are both Knights, and I don't wish to watch this deteriorate into a huffy match. I value you both, if only because I wish to piss upon you both from a considerable height, so I cannot allow this sort of thing to continue. In the future, I shall regulate your combats. I stand as a Second to both of you. If either of you deviates from the rules of established Combat, I stand prepared to shoot you through the lungs, and utilize your remains in a very nice white bean stew. ------------------ 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 Bullethead: Miss a day at the forum and miss 4 pages of this thread. Good riddance, I say. It appeared to be nothing but Senility and his lapdancing Hameekster taking turns dropping the soap in their long, hot shower together. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh, fine, Prison/USMC references. They're almost indistinguishable, and draw from the same crowd. Still, Bullethead is purported to be a master of Artillery. We'll let it pass, for now... ------------------ 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 Elijah Meeks: No, sorry, we've filled our quota, we'll have no more women here, thank you. Yes, yes, move along. Out, now! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> MEEKS! HEADS UP, YOU SODDING LITTLE GIT! We brought you in here not merely because you're as crazy as a treeful of rats, not merely because even the repeated application of the Brick made little or no impression, not merely because yes, you can turn a humorous phrase and are an occasionally extremely humourous bastard, but we mainly brought you in here to help act as an enforcer of for the Order of the Knights of the Cesspool (with Squires and attendant Peasants, and the Sodding Horror of the Presence of Retired Morris Dancers). Now, you are devoting your efforts to chivying women from the 'Pool, which is singularly counter-productive, given that so far the women showing up here to post are way more humourous and well-spoken than an equal showing by recent Squires/Peasants/Wannabes. Your job, if you think things through (and you never do, which is why, Meeks my rodent, you will still need me, even should you hammer me into the muck from which you arose, and everyone should chime in to agree that you're significantly more humourous for fewer characters used than that Seanachai fella') is to deal with the fact that eventually, some rejected dolt is going to show up in one of the 'dudes, I think all sorts of stupid things rule, and my opinion needs to be spread across the board because I think it's becoming infected' threads, and tell everyone: 'hey, did you hear that there are women over in the Cesspool, man?', and when the hydrocephalics write back to say they can't find the Cesspool thread, one of the brighter Red Dwarf stars will inform them, 'man, it's called like the Peng Challenge Thread, or somefink', and there's going to be an f'ing migration of completely useless and cortex-dead simians showing up here to post swill even worse and less interesting than what the lowest of our members are capable of, with tag-lines like 'yo, where are the chicas, man? Hey, dude, are you a lady?' Gird yourself, Meeks, and drive not forth from this rather fetid sanctuary all those who yearn to post free, regardless of race, regardless of gender, creed, or even Being French! Get the damn Brick ready to knock some sodding sense into the heads of lesser life-forms who might storm this last bastion of the 'Up yours, you useless sod, and send me that quote from Marcus Aurelius that proves to all exactly how vulgar I am...' school of posting (bet that Brick feels pretty good in the hand, doesn't it, Meeks? Solid, significant, satisfying...) Sanctuary! Sanctuary! Quick, Meeks, bar the doors! Oh, and set out the good pint glasses, Hiram, we're entertaining tonight, and draw a ewer of the truly good stuff. ------------------ 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 Herr Oberst: Hmm... I say we get her stoned, then we see what it takes... no... No... NO... NO... *ack* must... maintain... control... *arrgh* must... respect... *gack* *grr* not... the... keyboard... to make her pu... aaaauuuuugggghhhhhhh!!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> OBERST, YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE MAN! YOU'VE GOT ISSUES, LADDY, YOU MOST CERTAINLY DO! Although, in it's own horrible way, that was somewhat well done. I could see where you were going, and although you're a useless wank, there were elements there that were, well, clever. Stop it. Return to biting the ankles of your betters, and pulling the forelock when noticed. ------------------ 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 Kitty: Why? You afraid I might steal some of your men? =) Kitty<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Wiping the tears away...okay, Meeks, my little Marshall of Knights, that was the next funniest post after Mark IVs. Welcome, Kitty. Your presence is refreshing, and in this Cesspool, that's a blessing. Mark IV is back to keep Meeks in line, women are showing up to slap Meeks like a cheeky monkey, Aitkin isn't dead, Shaw is posting again, Berli is Evil, Geier is jolly and pathological, YK2 seeks to destroy me, PawBroon is unutterably mad and French, Lorak broods, Hiram is polite, Bauhaus is standing and waving his hand over his head to be called on, Peng communes with Powers beyond mankind, Professor Doktor Hamster X is lolling on the beaches in Tahiti, Andreas/Chubacabra/and Ilk are drunk in London, God is in His Heaven, and we crouch here below in muck. Who's for a bit of a sing-song, then? ------------------ 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 Joe Shaw: An immense amount of Shavian prose... A replacement? Surely a pale and unsatisfying imitation my good man ... much like your role, not to put too fine a point on it... Even more Shavian prose that ends with a sad little whiny dig at the marvelous state of Minnesota, where men are men, and sheep are frozen. Joe <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Ah, now that was all Shaw, that was! Thick, turgid, the 10w40 weight of prose and meaning. ------------------ 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 David Aitken: Is it just me, or sexual references starting to proliferate around the board? I can almost go into any given thread, and just read the suggestive comments... umm, I mean, not that I'd be looking to or anything... Must be the time of year, now that it's got cold and dark and everyone's shut away indoors. And shut away they should be, if you ask me, which inevitably you don't. David (who hasn't yet worked out that sunset is supposed to be a cue for people to go to bed)<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Thank the gods, there's Aitken! Thought he might be dead, and was going to make some of the peasants drag the 'Pool for him. Oh, well, no reason to waste the abuse, most of them can't read well enough to sort out that he's still alive, we'll have them holding their noses and diving after all. Welcome back, David. We could use some new art for this place, it's got a rather nasty echo since we moved to the new digs... ------------------ 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 Pham911: And, there was a pretty interesting thing on the History Channel tonight about Halloween (it's over 3000 years old, in its pagan origins). I find Halloween much less confusing than Christmas... "Ok, so this guy Christ was born, and here's your $300 Playstation 2 to mark that occasion." <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Well, on that note, this is one of the major religious holidays of my year. The rest of it is just rather quaint. ------------------ 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 Elijah Meeks: I must change my request, will any Pool resident who does not have reason to stick me with crappy, sappy troops please step forward so that my battle with Pawbroon may commence? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Send it to me, Meeks, I'll be your Huckleberry. After the nightmare we were subjected to, I'll do the right thing. Just send detailed instructions as to what you want, as I don't pay close attention to things going on around me, only what's directly in front of me. ------------------ 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.