Seanachai

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Germanboy: Where's my turn? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Damnation, didn't I tell you when I told you the Schism Combat file wouldn't load?! Your turn file came through buggered as well. Here I thought you were busy. Please resend your last turn, it wouldn't load. You playing Berli now? He just had a rather bad turn with me, so he might be a might cranky. ------------------ 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: Doesn't Seanachai drink those colored drinks with the little umbrella? I think he wears a pinky ring too. Thats what I heard. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Nope, no froo-froo drinks, and I wear a ring on one hand with a repeated Celtic knotwork pattern, and on the hand sinister, I wear an armadillo ring. Neither are on the pinky. Where are the ears you're supposed to be bringing me? Stop gossiping about your sponsor and go out there and receive your buffet of knighthood so I can preen and boast, and tell everyone how I knew right off that your seeming niceness was simply the counterpoint to a pathological personna capable of killing and dimembering anyone around in a PBEM game. And what happened to that bloody Canadian? Patboivin, are you out there? And where's Rainpoet? Hey, we need to have a procedural meeting on Squire sponsoring. How many can an individual Knight sponsor, anyway? I would think two, not more, but I await input from our petri dish culture. Does that woman, YK2 have some sort of relationship with PawBroon? I mean, other than as his Squire? Not that she'd admit it, I suppose. I don't know if it's the loss to his wife or what, but has anyone else noticed that mensch seems to be deteriorating at an alarming rate? It's like watching a personality go terminal. Should we call someone? ------------------ 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 Germanboy: Back in your day being when you joined the forum on 8/15/2000? Was that just before or after P2K? God I love to pull registration date on these uppity newbies. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Andreas, quit taking swipes at my recalcitrant squire. He deserves the same respect you'd show...anyway, leave him alone. I'm going to have to flog him silly for his attempted defection to Meeks's little circus, but right now he's involved in his battle for knighthood, and I don't want him distracted from turning OGSF into grout. Hiram, ignore Germanboy, and bring me some ears. I prefer the left ones. They're more sinister. ------------------ 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: PS Aren't you the fellow they affectionately call "Berli" when the Knights sit in the sauna and play that towel game and modified hide & seek? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> No, Berli is what we call him for short. 'Satan Hellspawn' is what we call him affectionately. ------------------ 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: Jeff<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> What the...how many freaking Shandorfs have we got in here? And why are they all named Jeff? One's profile says Brooklyn Park (shudder), and the other one's claiming Plymouth(gack). I thought Meeks was our only multiple personality. Is there some kind of northern suburb clone works out there? ------------------ 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 Berlichtingen: Let's see YK2 has been sponsored by that vile Frenchman... that alone is grounds for disembowelment.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> As Honourary French, I would be happy to give YK2 a game. Frankly, the sheer weirdness of anything to do with Carmen Miranda is enough for me to forego any hesitation at playing a Squire. Let YK2s iniatition proceed as it will, but I'll give a game. ------------------ 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 Berlichtingen: He thinks Meeks is the laughingstock of the CM community (must not have met Blousemaus yet)... there is a certain sense to this. I will sponsor wretch. Now Squire Foobar, you must challenge one of the other unworthy scum and vivisect them. Let's see YK2 has been sponsored by that vile Frenchman... that alone is grounds for disembowelment.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Berli, strolling through a field of flowers, that wither and blacken behind him as he passes: I used to be his favourite Angel, you know. Seanachai: Really? Berli: Oh, yes. Lucifer, I was back then, Bringer of the Light. Seanachai: But what happened? Berli: Oh, well, you know how disagreements with Management go. Tempers fray, words pass, you try to overthrow the Lord of Heaven and assume total control over His creation, and the next thing you know, you get a prejudicial write-up and a really tawdry severance package. Seanachai: I'll be damned! Berli: Of course you will! You stick with me, Seanachai, and you'll have a corner office overlooking the Abyss. Company car, administrative assistant, the whole nine yards. Seanachai: Really? Can I have Meeks as my Admin Assistant? Berli: Well, we'll have to wait on that one. Meeks, having attempted to use heresy, manipulation, and apostasy in a power-mad grab to take control of the Peng Challenge Thread and spike the hearts of all those Knights not loyal to him on the fence railings of his new Cesspool is being considered Management material. We like to promote from within, you know. But you could certainly have Bauhaus. Or Elvis. Send Peng a memo, and it's done. Seanachai: Peng is with you, too? Berli: Of course. And Andreas, Geier, Mark IV even Shaw, that white port swilling journalist. Yes, they've all come on board. When you sign up, you'll have your choice of women, the heads of all nations will bow before you, and you'll never have a traffic ticket again for all eternity. Seanachai: Women too? Even some of PawBroon's girls? Berli, frowning: We don't handle the French. They're another division. It's all under the same umbrella, mind you, but it's an 'on paper' thing. Still, something could certainly be worked out. Seanachai: Wow, sounds amazing. But what would be expected of me? Berli: Oh, not much, really. You'd merely sign some documents turning over all rights to your immortal soul, agree to spend eternity as one of the Damned, and forsake all hopes of salvation until such time as the Apocalypse occurs and renders all previous contracts null and void. The usual agreement. Seanachai: Well, that's not that much, really. Berli: Oh, and, well, one other small thing. Seanachai: Yes? Berli: You have to agree to lose to Peng for eternity. Seanachao: AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! POP! Wha...where am I? Oh, Peng, I had the strangest dream. Berli was in it, and so were you. And Shaw, Andreas, we were all in it. Why are you offering me that pen? ------------------ 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 jshandorf: Come my brethren let us sweat, fart, pass bowel, and generally do nasty things that only MEN do, least we mutate into something woefully resembling a gentlemen's club where Ricky Martin music bellows out as we pass civilities between us. I say NEVER! NEVER I tell you! UNITE! Jeff<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh, and this one's hard to let pass from the North suburbs where the money goes out to build Ballys Total Fitness clubs and cuts down all the trees to make room for their huge houses, then plants new trees around them. In the Old Days we painted ourselves blue, wrapped a tartan around our waists just to keep the chill off, and went out to hideous places like Plymouth and ate the inhabitants, then piled their bones up on the manicured lawn for the poodles to sniff at. But the 1980s are over, and now, in this new modern era, we have to let them in here to look for PBEM games. Sigh. ------------------ 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: I have never been so disappointed in the quality of posts on this, The Thread, in all my days. Not only did the pitiful lot of you manage only eighty-one words across five posts (and NO, sigs do not count!), but they were weak-willed, lemming-like postings of a "Oooo, that's cute, let's all hop on the bandwagon of Hi-rump Said-who." It's a good thing the pool needed redecorating today, because there's now a thick coating of yellow stomach-bile on the walls after I read your posts. Those of you seeking to become Kniggets better post some stronger stuff, or you will fall pitifully behind, and ol' Pengy boy, you had better keep up the foulness as well, or the pool itself (namesake or no) will rise up and cause your topplement into the abyss. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I don't know that we need any stronger posting, but we could certainly do with some wittier posting. Things have been sliding rather downwards, lately, with a great deal of posting about brothels, ladies of the evening, and a great deal of name-calling revolving around 'little girls', 'girly', and other, less savoury misogyny. Now, I'm aware that when little boys in knee pants meet on the playground, this sort of thing is considered derigueur, but here, where Hairy Men are expected to roar challenges over the noise of battle while smacking each other soundly across the face with full plate metal gloves, and laugh while washing the blood off their mouths with foaming ale, it just seems rather, er, high-pitched and strident. A little desperate, shall we say. That said: Miss Gilchrist: I forgive her. She is a poor sinful person. Meg: And you're a half-time whore. Pat: Compliments pass when the quality meet. The Hostage -Brendan Behan ------------------ 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 YK2: Nope, Yep, Most definitely. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Good lord. You're a woman? I don't know that we've ever had one of those in here. Of course Peng claims you're just PawBroon's alter ego, but I disagree. I'm almost sure Meeks is the only multiple personality disorder case we have. I'm heading for the hills if the French become loopy as well. ------------------ 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 Lorak: Well.. After my darling wife decided that we needed a vaction in the mountains to engage in some hard core sex. We both managed to strike out and spend the night in the hotel with each other. Lorak loathed by all (even himself). <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Awwh, that's nice, isn't it? Yes, of course it is. I remember when Lorak ran his car into somefink, and wasn't available for PBEM, and his lovely wife got online to say he wasn't available, as the doctors were trying to determine what creature could actually provide donor organs, and she was so very nice, and everyone was so worried about the mad elf king. Posted in concern myself, I did. It's just lovely to think of them off in the mountains together, isn't it? Lovely, just lovely. Mind, I'm still going to do my best to drive iron railroad spikes up the bum of every one of his remaining troopers, but I just get a wonderful feeling over these two going off to the mountains together. Who's for a bit of a sing-song, then? You can look into her eyes, and live forever she's as restless as the sea she's as calm, as a summer dawn she's that kind of mystery. And you can write the song that wins her heart A song will take you half the way For you've known, from the start You'll never write the song to make her stay Love comes, in the sound of a dream in the whisper of a prayer, and the promise of a sigh and love comes, from the corner of a smile -Bill Morrissey ------------------ 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 PawBroon: Honey, I must admit that I usually fall in love with my opponents when they've won over me. Now surrender or be my pet... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Thank you very much, PawBroon, you evil French lunatic. My sinuses are now aching and I'm still mopping up the monitor and keyboard from where all the fluid that come out both the mouth and nose splashed about. ------------------ 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: I'll wager that the current incarnation of Peng is a balding man with a paunch. He enjoys the Grease re-mix and sipping bourbon by the fire. Just a guess, of course. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Good lord, is that from my estranged squire?! Come to my arms, my beamish boy!!! ------------------ 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: Letter from Chosroes II, Emperor of Persia, to Heraclius, Emperor of Byzantium, AD 622: Is this not a fine bit of taunting? Do the headwaters of the Cesspool ooze this deep into the past? Is Chosroes II really Peng in a previous incarnation? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bullethead, that was indeed a wonderfully classical taunting. Nice to see a literate grasp of the purpose of this thread. You are welcome here, you unclean, cast-off grognard dropping. Brave of you to have a go at Geier, he's messed several people here about big-time. Smack him around, he beat me like a gong. On the other hand, your hints on artillery use that were posted somewhere helped Mark IV slap me around Cambes, so Geier, rip him up. I guess I hate you both, but that's about par for this 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.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: Never a more fickle Knight have I found. Verbose, but fickle. Like a little girl whose fancy changes with the weather. A little girl with pigtails and a sunny disposition. A little girl who lives in Minnesota but talks like she's from England. Am I the only one who noticed? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hiram, my worldly, well exposed (sit down, Bauhaus) squire, I'll have you know that I am completely typical of how Minnesotans communicate. That's right, it's like an EM Forester/Merchant Ivory period piece film 24/7 here in Minnesota, with healthy doses of Kipling thrown in. Obviously your cloistered, parochial self is from one of the nastier and more insular provinces...let's see, checking the profile...AAAAGGGHHH!!! You're from New Jersey! How horrible for you. On the other hand, the first girl I ever slept with was from New Jersey. Don't let that worry you, though, it had more to do with her than what state she was from. Well, I guess I'm glad that you're my squire, after all. ------------------ 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: Lorak, you are welcome to remove me from your website. It would appear that the Knight who was sponsoring me, Sir Seanachai has released me and found another squire to sponsor. Never a more fickle Knight have I found. Verbose, but fickle. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh stop whinging, I'll sponsor you both, you apostate. Don't think I didn't see you splashing around in Meeks's little 36 hour Cesspool. But if you've returned to your proper allegiance, and feel really, really sorry, then I remain your sponsor. Besides, Meeks and I are still fighting the whole schism thing out (or will be, on a truly hideous map that I had assumed Berli put together to be cruel to us specifically, but apparently it was a product of his normal, day to day cruelty that just happened to work for us). ------------------ 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.

Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts... -Kurt Weil ------------------ 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.

Gack, I can't take it anymore. After two days of exile (imposed by my lunatic family, who thinks I should occassionaly do things with them), I come back to the Thread of Threads (or what will be), and there's no insane gibberish from Meeks. I think that we, the orthodox Brethren of the Peng Thread, must embrace the legal fiction of Meeks/Hamsters personna, and allow Elijah to post here in the interim, during our battle, under his Elijah Meeks appellation (this schism is hard on all of us), and, of course, his AARs will be allowable under the vile and degraded 'Hamsters' appellation, at least until I drive his rodent horde back into their burrows and pour flaming kerosene into the holes behind them. Besides, I think the slacking little swine is using this whole heresy/bann/proscription thing to go off and relax and chase buxom women and carry on, rather than keeping up with his quota of spraying foaming spittle and madness 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 Rainpoet: I have been watching this thread from afar, and seeing how I have never played a PBEM and how this seems to be the place to pick a fight for one per se. Would someone be so kind as to show me just how well you all lose in combat. Looking forward to battles to come and how did this whole thing start in the first place lads? care to illuminate a rookie to the war? or should i just march right on in? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Well I'm buggered (Sit Down, Bauhaus!). Your name matches your approach to this thread. This thread, which began several hundred years ago as the "Peng, I Take Our Challenge Public" thread (begun by myself, in honour of Peng's certifiable viciousness towards everyone else), is a new iteration of that self-same thread, which died quite horribly a few days ago. Before it died, it reached 3,000+ posts, every one of them a completely useless, vile, and sometimes vulgar descent into invective, taunting and abuse (except for many of my own posts, most of which were wonderful, pithy, and erudite assays into the finer realms of literature and speculative fiction). I honour your desire to come to this damp (it would be seriously wet, but we lost of a lot of vital effluent when the thread crashed, and haven't fully recovered), meeting ground in search of a PBEM. But, you see, we have one rule here (not always honoured, but that's because we have as little use for even our own rules as we do for anyone elses), and that is, you must come in here with attitude and taunt/abuse to get a game. Because we had so many useless little wanke...er, that is, because we had so many applicants with a substandard grasp of language, literature, and panache, we were forced to institute a squire challenge system. Well, we weren't forced to, but we really enjoyed it, and it's worked out very well. We've got squires in training now that would rate 'high expert' in any other, lesser forum devoted to this sort of thing. On that note, I wanted to sponsor that patboivin character, both because they're a long time poster to the general board, and because they're Canadian, but I've been frustrated in my desire because Pat-the-Bunny (there, the first bloody time I've ever descended to the name-twisting thing, and only because of my frustration), has been so hopelessly unwilling to do some actual taunting. C'mon, Patboivin, insult someone, for the love of the gods. Now, Rainpoet, please be so good as to look over some of the posts here, and choose an individual or two, who most fill you with contempt and loathing (I know this part is hard, but concentrate. No matter who you pick, you can't go far wrong.) If you seriously and well cast ****e all over an established Knight of the Cesspool, you'll get a sponsor quick time, because all the jackals in here will rush to second you. If you abuse a squire, you'll at least get a game out of them, and also probably attract the attention of a sponsor. If you seriously throw dingo entrails on someone, in a bang up job of taunting and abuse, you might even get an up front game from a Knight. Mind, that's going to have to be some serious taunting, but we live in hope, as it were. ------------------ 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 10-16-2000).]

Thank you all for remaining true in your allegiance to the one, true, and catholic Thread (except you, Meeks, you schismatic, and you Hiram, you apostate). Your strength, you certitude, your almost complete unwillingness to let anything interrupt your regular round of taunting, alcoholic swilling, and vulgar behaviour is an inspiration and reassurance to those lesser beings outside the Order. Although BTS has, in a proper display of orthodoxy, shown that they understand which thread is the true Cesspool, I still stand ready to take up the rod of retribution (well, the Brick of Retribution, actually), and smite Meeks until he returns to his allegiance, the schism within our ranks is mended, and all proscribed Threads have sunk under the turgid waters of the New Peng Challenge Thread, which shall hereafter also be known as the Cesspool. I prefer a 1,000-1,500 point game, I would prefer Allies, there seems little point in anything other than an Infantry engagement, given that Berli apparently has us assaulting a Habitrail in one of the more disturbing levels of Hell (that wouldn't be Berli's summer residence, would it?). I think that, given the generally grim look of the place, it should probably be in rain or something, with myself, car having broken down in the woods with the howling of wolves in our ears accompanied by a shapely assistant (please, by all that's merciful, not one of Shaw's Mormon wives...), I walk up to the doors of the Castle, and bang on the door with Meeks until some twisted creature opens the door (I imagine it will be Bauhaus), and takes us to meet the Master, a tuxedoed, urbane upper-management-for-the-Undead sort (I imagine it will be Berli himself). Just because Meeks may no longer propagate his heresy in its own forum, I feel that the schism remains, and must be amended by combat. I shall not rest until all have returned to their allegiance, the only path of orthodoxy is the Peng rite, and we are once again a united Order. Seanachai "Torquemada" Lost-To-Peng ------------------ 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 Berlichtingen: For your viewing pleasure I present... Schloss Peng <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Good gods, I demand the right to defend! I suppose you lunatics will make it a Meeting Engagement, though, won't you? Well, Meeks shall not prevail. A just war in a just cause cannot result in other than justice. I shall wield the rod of retribution (Sit Down, Bauhaus!), and end this incipient sectarianism. There'll be no splitters here, dammit! ------------------ 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 Hamsters: I want nothing to do with your incestuous Brotherhood and I renounce it myself! Gone, Chup, gone are the days of the Illuminati and the self-serving Elders!!! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Schism cannot be tolerated. Like the Templars, we must remain united in our sybaritic but militant order. If Meeks and the other apostates renounce their heresy, repent their posting in proscribed threads, and return to the fold, they shall be once again welcomed among us. I, as a master of our Order, stand ready to engage in holy combat, so that wrong might fail and right prevail. Meeks! For your sister's sake, whose email to you quite amused me, I call upon you to repent, make confession to me, and continue your insane giggling in 'Peng, I Am Still Taking Our Bloody Challenge Public', the One True and Catholic Thread, protected and served by that order militant, the Knights of the Cesspool. While we have long known that you sought to rise to Grand Master of the Order, we never thought you would use schism as your road to power. Renounce your apostasy, submit once more to a good, orthodox bricking, and desist in your efforts to lead your juniors into error and factionalism. If you do not acknowledge your error and return to us, I've got a large container of Inquisition to open up and pour over you like a bitter syrup. Seanachai "Torquemada" Lost-To-Peng Master of the Order of the Knights of the Cesspool ------------------ 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.

Schism cannot be tolerated. Like the Templars, we must remain united in our sybaritic but militant order. If Meeks and the other apostates renounce their heresy, repent their posting in proscribed threads, and return to the fold, they shall be once again welcomed among us. I, as a master of our Order, stand ready to engage in holy combat, so that wrong might fail and right prevail. Meeks! For your sister's sake, whose email to you quite amused me, I call upon you to repent, make confession to me, and continue your insane giggling in this, the One True and Catholic Thread, protected and served by that order militant, the Knights of the Cesspool. While we have long known that you sought to rise to Grand Master of the Order, we never thought you would use schism as your road to power. Renounce your apostasy, submit once more to a good, orthodox bricking, and desist in your efforts to lead your juniors into error and factionalism. If you do not acknowledge your error and return to us, I've got a large container of Inquisition to open up and pour over you like a bitter syrup. Seanachai "Torquemada" Lost-To-Peng Master of the Order of the Knights of the Cesspool ------------------ 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 chrisl: Hey Lorak, since I killed the cesspool (last post plus one eaten as the pool drained) you should move me over to the "knights" column, or even create a special one for "Slayers of the Cesspool"<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> You killed it?! You little wank, it died in my arms! I had just hit the submit button on a post to futbolhead (please check the subject: 1:51 thread, topic creator: 10/12/00, replies: futbolhead, first post mine. I, its Creator killed the Peng Challenge Thread. Now sit back and practice something intellectually challenging like field sobriety tests until decisions are handed down from the Knighthood! ------------------ 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.

I ask all those who honour the "Peng, I Take Our Challenge Public", aka 'The Cesspool', to await its rebirth. I wish to consult with Peng (and Berli, as the foremost representative of Evil), and other Knights of the 'Pool, to determine its new name and location. Post as you will, but no new home will be official until our announcement. As good Illuminati, we must consult in this, a time of crisis, before making decisions regarding the fates of thousands (or at least thousands of useless posts, and where they will be found). -Seanachai