Seanachai
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Was the record for that day alone. Got 10" out here.
It was like driving through cement. Went to Dalem's for a 'general gaming day'. I won every game I was involved in, which, if I remember correctly, was 4. It always amazes the Howler Monkeys that I can stay focused long enough to win. Later, even though Dalem said he was going to toss everyone out by 2 am, he and I watched a movie, at his insistence. "The Man From Earth". Fascinating discussion, later. And cigars.
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As per Seanachai's invitation I visited here.
At least I can answer your question. The invasion of Syria by US ARMY, USMC and the UK MoD has gone horrible wrong. Utter defeat has been their fate. The powers that be have called upon the Germans, Dutch and even the Canucks to come help them out.
Who knows what they might do next, invite the Frenchies? I do not presume "The Wasteland" has any form of competent army so perhaps you could send some of your booz or crackpipes to keep the morale high.
Yeah? Well, good on you, Dutchman. But the Canadians are unlikely to pony up with you lot. In the last European war, they fought on the side of civilization, and opposed Nazism. Hmmm...can't remember a single Canadian Waffen SS unit...maybe I'm forgetting... it gets that way when you're old, you know. But I do remember something about the Netherlands...
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Then you haven't been reading the proper threads. Players, or at least the ones in Europe, seem ecstatic over CMSF:NATO and generally satisfied with the other modules as well. There is naturally the usual nit-picking as an ongoing experience, but BFC seems to have addressed the major issues adequately.
Michael
Are they still attacking the Syrians? I mean, they must have moved on from there, right? Because I can't imagine a more pointless fecking game. So who is the 'Other Force' now? Or are they doing some kind of Sci-Fi thing where every Nation in NATO attacks each other? That might be interesting.
But I'm confused. In all the current incarnations of CM Shock Force, who is the 'Enemy'?
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Echo decay?
Michael
I think her most fabulous movie was probably 'Why Does the Copy Repair Guy Never Bring a Bottle of Windex?"
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I am an Olde One.
In the same way that Paris Hilton's privy parts are.
We're tired of hearing about them, no one wants to see them, and no one pays any attention to them anymore.
Hang a small chihuahua dog out your arse, and you could have your own Reality TV Show.
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Think I can make it at about 8:00 AM Sunday morning.
I'll bring the noisemakers.
So...you'll be...like...the human equivalent of the 'morning after pill'?
Why does that sound more intelligent every time I say it?
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BTW, the forum isn't an online banking account or some such. There is no real need to log out when you leave it. Using the "Remember me" setting is pretty safe.
Are you insane? Once you're stupid enough to leave your BattleFront login always active, it's only a matter of time before you find yourself pawing at the screen growling 'Brains! Brains!'.
As a sensible prophylactic measure, I always log-out after every session. Then, I strip-off the latex gloves I've used while typing. After a quick 'alcohol immersion bath' (for the brain, rather than my hands, which have, after all, been adequately protected), I scrub my entire body with floral based soaps.
This doesn't help protect against the BFC Virus, but it does make my skin feel wonderful. Finally, in an effort to stop anything coming across the Combat Mission Interface to pollute and corrupt my mind, I usually have 2-3 stout glasses of single malt scotch, or 7-8 glasses of Bacardi and coke.
After that, I find that my mind is completely incorruptible. Also, that I'm left with a wonderful desire to post to the Outer Boards.
MY BRETHREN! DO NOT FEAR US, FOR WE OF THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD WELCOME YOU!
I have no idea if any of these things could possibly keep your computer safe, or make your log-in sessions easier, more efficient, or better in any way. Nor do I care. I'm not here to hold your hand.
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Ha! After working out the last few days re-familiarizing myself with Combat Mission, I finally fought the AI to a draw. That means that I'm more than ready to beat Dalem like a gong. I'm figuring CMAK (This is, to remain topical to our Thread, CMSF Vers. -1), Him as Germans in an Axis Probe (get him confused by his own fevered Fascist fantasies), and myself as stalwart New Zealanders, defending against him in Italy.
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Aw shucks. I was hoping you were too far gone to notice. Well, maybe in another month or two...
Michael
Good attempt, well thought out, could work next time. Give it 3 months, that's about as long as I retain anything that's simply 'life-threatening' these days.
I can tell you things that my Small Friends have said for half a year afterwards, at least, but those 'don't stick your tongue into the extension light cord socket to see if there's current' moments quite escape me after 3 months.
For that matter, I can't remember not to got up to Dalem's place after only two weeks.
Of course, there's none that'll avoid poison if it's humorous enough.
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...you'll do just about anything right? I have a shiney coin for you young gnome...I want you to caper for me, yes that's it...caper....and cavort.
If you can throw in a curvet and a gambol and keep a jolly grin on your face whilst doing so i'll consider a shiney nickel as a bonus.
Ah! Australia has finally published it's first Standard English Thesaurus, I see. Must be the Brit version. Heavy on the anachronisms, but filled with whimsy. How delightful.
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Several cherry bombs or M80s should work nicely. Tossed through dalem's bedroom window of course. He probably won't even need his usual morning coffee.
Michael
Umm...I am pretty much a lunatic, in my own way, and much given to risible japes of all types, and not much given to thinking things through thoroughly but instead going with the moment, as it were, but I'm here to tell you: I would think long, hard and with a serious effort at sober cogitation before I just started throwing things that explode through Dalem's windows.
I mean, unless they were serious freaking things that explode, like backpacks full of C4 that were unlikely to leave survivors.
Because I'm pretty sure that Dalem would return a fuller measure of ****e. Something as simple and pointless as an M80 would be like admitting you were an evolutionary dead-end.
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It’s the middle of the night
Near the Indiana line
I’m pulling in a Christian station
The signal’s crystal clear
But I cannot really hear
What he says about the Revelation
I am wretched, I am tired
But the preacher is on fire
And I wish I could believe
Whoever watches over all these truckers
Show a little mercy for a weary sinner
And deliver me – Lord, deliver me
Deliver me to the next best western
Did he who made the lamb
Put the tremble in the hand
That reaches out to take my quarter
I look him in the eye
But there isn’t any time
Just time enough to pass the tender
The highway takes its toll
The green light flashes go
And it’s welcome to Ohio
Whoever watches over all these truckers
Show a little mercy for a weary sinner
And deliver me – Lord, deliver me
Deliver me to the next best western
But it takes light years of nothing
To let these stars shine through
It's an empty road that finds it's
Way back home to you.
At four a.m. on 80 East
It’s in the nature of the beast
To wonder if there’s something missing
I am wretched, I am tired
But the preacher is on fire
And I wish I could believe
Whoever watches over all these truckers
Show a little mercy for a weary sinner
And deliver me – Lord, deliver me
Deliver me to the next best western
The Next Best Western
-Richard Shindell
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Never happens to me. Perhaps, meade95, you're simply not doing it properly.
Of course, it could be that I'm particularly blessed, one of the chosen, and, am, after all, an Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread, but my guess is, it's simply you.
Tell me, lad. Have you broken any commandments, lately? Perhaps not one of the 'usual' ones, like adultery or murder, that any of us could be guilty of. One of the more esoteric ones, involving something like 'coveting oxen'?
There's no shame in admitting it. Well, there is, actually. But it might help the system administrators a lot if you were to just admit that occasionally you pull on a 'furry' costume, and romp about the local pastures. I'm only saying.
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Oh, and now for the other shoe:
For anyone who can make their miserable, hapless, pointless way to Minnesota on November 20th, the current intent is to have a 'Firefly' marathon at Dalem's. The episodes will start around 10 or 11 am (whenever I can get Dalem to let me in the door), and continue without let-up until we watch 'Serenity'. Since it's a 'theme movie day', there will be food throughout, focusing on fresh fruit (such as strawberries), chinese food, and cowboy food. These are the identified necessary foods, so far.
Episodes will begin with the Pilot (as envisioned by Joss Whedon), and proceed in order (as envisioned by Joss Whedon), and culminate in the movie (as necessitated by the clueless and currently Damned for Eternity bastards of the Fox Network, who failed to recognize greatness, probably because they were too coked out (and busy trying to spin history to fit a right-wing agenda).
Oh, and to the other shoe:
Dalem! I call you to a game, to answer for the sins of your right-wing masters, who were responsible for canceling 'Firefly'. Clearly 'Firefly', with its message concerning 'Small Folk' being trampled upon by a Totalitarian, Fascist, Right-Wing Government with no interest in their health, welfare or rights was cancelled in order to keep an entertainment program from putting the spirit of freedom into the minds of viewers.
Dalem, it's people like you who killed 'Firefly'. I will prove it upon your CM reputation (in previous centuries, this would have read 'body'). May God have mercy upon your heathen soul.
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(Waves hand wildly around)
Me! Pick ME!!!!!!!!!
You pretty much immediately sprang to mind. But, I ask myself, could you, in your posts (as me), assume just the right note of intelligence, learning, wisdom, goofiness and utter arrogance?
But then I asked myself, well, where would I be without my Radley, eh?
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Hmmm...this place is starting to look too much like a playground for aging, past-their-prime former fanboys, who've been given license (because of their former service to the Crown), to gather together and piss-on in a way all but incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't there in 'the old days'.
So, in an attempt to be 'topical', I'll just say: I can't remember the last time I heard anything good about Shock Force. My understanding is that people are still gamely playing it, and good luck to them. When's the Normandy Expansion Pack expected out, or should I ask Elvis? For half-a-dollar, I'd tell BFC to return to the CMAK engine and do: a) A WWII Early War edition, eh? (get it?) and
A remake of CMBO with the later engine, and Bjorn Stronginthearm's your uncle!Now, the whole bit about being 'somehow relevant to the game, without excessively asking how relevant the current game is' having been accomplished, I'll do my very best to make good on the other aspect of our...ummm...'charter', and say this:
Boo Radley! I actually had worked out an entire bit, in which I made mention of your VERY recently deceased father, and how much he cared about you, and then this long, involved bit in which I then said that he'd personally confided to me that he was worried that you might be too much of a little girl, when it came to playing CM, and how he wanted me to watch over you, and make sure that no one was too cruel to you, because you were a big girl's blouse when it came to losing.
But then it occurred to me that the whole thing might be viewed somewhat askance by the 'Others', here, and that there might be many cries of 'Shame! Shame!' and quite possibly cries for a public lynching, from those who simply do not understand the sorts of things that you and I know.
But, having left aside the most obvious path to 'challenging' you (besides those involving personal hygiene, intelligence and whether you actually thought Stuka was amusing), I've decided on this (and I remind you where my sense of humor comes from):
Boo, your Dad's dead. I challenge you to a Memorial Game. If I win, no one will ever remember. And if I lose, no one will ever forget.
I leave all the details up to you.
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On the other hand, I might be driving up to Dalem's in the next couple of days to drive a fish knife through his skull.
Some things simply can't be left to the last moment.
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For myself, I hope that when, or if, Emrys dies, he'll send me his login info, so that I can continue to post as him for weeks, just to get the reaction from you lot when you find out you've been giving him sh*te long after he was already dead and gone.
Safe to say that if, or when, I die, I'll get someone to post as me for ages, just so that I can have them jump out later and shout 'HA! Seanachai's been dead for weeks, you gang of tossers! And I've forwarded all the horrible things you've been saying about him to his grieving family! AhHahahahaha!'
So, when, or if, I die, it might take you bastards months to know.
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You're like tinnitus, you know that? There should be a law against something like you, you know, goes against the laws of nature and not even gene therapy can cure it. I hear they have a job going at Cern, they want some one to them help catch the Higgs Boson. You should apply, since neither of you have a clue about reality.
We know you are full of self importance but really, and I mean really, this ego leaking has got to stop. You'll end up like OFJ ! I'm warning you.
Now go away, go very far away. Where there is no Internet access, preferably.
Noba.
Now, you know, Noba, that if I weren't here, you'd probably miss me. Not like you miss friends who've moved away, or like people you really like who've died, or like people you wish you'd come to know, but never did (which, in your case, is probably a great number of people), but like someone who's always been there, and if they weren't fecking maundering on about something, you'd miss it, and them.
And the truth is, Noba, that when I do show up here, I put some effort into things, which you call 'ego'. Oh, I put some ego into it all, too, of course, which you lot should probably call 'effort'.
We could go around and around about my massive ego, and everyone could chip in and deride, and belittle, and take a superior tone, but when you get right down to it, I am willing to make the effort to tell a story, to make everything a story.
So, big fella Aussie me lad, you know that, although I may be a Horrible Little Man, you'd miss me if I didn't stumble on in here, when I can remember the link, and turn everything that happens into a story.
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And I ask again, Noba, am I not the Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread? Do you think I come here for my own ego, which is massive, or do you think I come here to hear from you lot that I AM AN OLD ONE OF THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD, EH??
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I think Dalem took over your job, thank you for your service...we will keep your records on file and if a further position should open up we'll be in touch.
"Security, show Mr Seanachai to the door...the back door"
I'm not here to hear from you, Stuka. I'm waiting for another answer. You go and sit down, now, lad.
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I Said, Noba Am I An Old One Of The F*cking Peng Challenge Thread?!!
Or Am I Not, Eh?!
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I said, Noba am I an Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread?!
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Noba am I an Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread?
A remake of CMBO with the later engine, and Bjorn Stronginthearm's your uncle!
The Peng Challenge Thread Has Lunch and it's Dutch Treat
in Combat Mission Shock Force 1
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Hmmm...I am no relation to you, because my folk are Irish, and English, and Scottish. I live in a State filled with such a wealth of the descendants of Norwegians, Danes and Swedes that you can't frisbee a dried whitefish towards your cat without it being snaffled out of the air by someone who looks at you with disapproval, saying 'Here, then. That could be made into a very nice soup, then.'
And as to our culture, we're going to have our run, but yours is already done. We might be 'the Rich Man's Rome', but Europe's already senile. And the Dutch? You've already been inconsequential for several hundred years. You're not going to rise again, either.
The future belongs to people like the Canadians, and the Australians. God help the future. Although there'll be beer, eh?! Bloody right!