Lars

And I hate to say I told you so, but...I told you so. So what did they do? Skip rent? Burn a hole in the carpet? Domestic at 3 AM? Tear out the toilet for a meth lab? Come on, I need a refresher of why I got out of the business of taking care of people who can't take care of themselves. Oh, and send a turn too so I can add to your pain.

Well thank you R Juddy, That was truly awful. Now go away.

Oh, they fly just as far, you just don't see squat. Ask my dad about 14 hour recon flights out of the Aleutians. Hell, they never even saw the runway sometimes. All on instruments. Had to have a truck come out and lead them back to the hangers. Never noticed they were two hours into Russia once either, but that's a different story. I'm kinda liking where this is going though. Gonna make a winter offensive really risky.

Ok, got ya. In that case, looking at Moonslayer's grid, I'd start upping the spotting percentages for an overstrength unit to reflect the increased number of planes. Make sense to me.

Well, I don't think it follows that just because you've added more planes, they suddenly fly farther. Moonslayer's idea is interesting though. Would get you into the whole "cones of darkness" deal. And the alert player would note that when units suddenly drop off his screen, that a powerful air unit has just shown up. I'll leave better heads to figure out all the math of when it's 2 or 3 AF's or Bombers against 1 and the strength/spotting ratios for each. However, I'd like the option to send a AF or Bomber to a specific tile, just for the recon purpose. Right now, you can't attack an empty tile.

Umm, why would an increase in strength lead to an increase in range?

For CV, that should read strike range. Hit properties and it'll be there for you.

And I gave you the definition for the word you were using incorrectly. Or was your use of the word "beau" ACTUALLY supposed to be short for "beautiful girlfriend"? Because if that is the case, then you are a comp* and a tota**. *(Complete ignoramous) **(Total buffoon) </font>

I was using as short for "beautiful girfriend". But thanks for the lesson on the bars where you hang out...

Had a lovely dinner with Papa Kahn and his beau at Nye's Polonaise on Saturday. Mostly because Seanachai wasn't there. It kept the bar tab under $200.

What's burning in the Haditha dam set? Oil pipeline I assume? And I'm disappointed there's no green flash on the sunset photos. Thanks for the pics btw.

Easiest is to look at what other designers have done. Modify as needed. Good start here http://www.alanemrich.com/PGD/Week_03/PGD_NAW_rules.htm And you can search for more here http://grognard.com/board.html#n107

Tech is more than just hardware, it's also how you use it. So for fighters, for instance, Level 1 might be figuring out the finger four, instead of the vee. Infrastructure, don't think Level 5 is bullet trains. More likely Mussolini got real good with a pencil and a schedule. And all this is relative. A philosophical question, as you say. Don't get hung up on the little models.

Not to mention all the chores she'll have lined up now that you have time on your hands...

I'm aware of them, just don't think it's a war winner in this game.

The problem is the subs are just too easy to hunt down and kill, plus they're expensive to build and upgrade, and even if you go that route, the convoy routes can just be turned off if the Allies feel like they are losing. Basically, you'll never get your investment back even if you somehow win the sub war as Axis. All you can be is an annoyance. I'd increase dive percentage, get rid of subs sticking when they bump into a ship, and reduce the cost somewhat. At bare minimum, the convoy routes should be set so they can't go below a certain percentage of mpp.

Nah, I got ya. But hey, you still have to stick a ground unit in there either way to take control. I see it as more a minor quibble.

Are you talking using nothing but air and sea to destroy a unit? Or using it to pick off a unit at the very end after it has been reduced? I have no problem with the latter, you could have just reorder the attacks, air first, then ground. A philosophical chicken/egg question. As for the former, very expensive to do, eliminating a unit with nothing but, and the ground unit would have to be on the coast. I don't see it as a major problem. Or even a minor one at this scale.

I prefer to think of it as an arm's length citizen's arrest. Saw the sheriff going back in there later in the day. Think the landowner on the other side called in. Them boys had some 'splaining to do. And I told the game warden about it the next morning when he checked my license as I was coming out of a different spot. He laughed his ass off and said, "Good!". So get stuffed.

Nah, somebody needs a 30 mile ride back to the nearest automotive store. If they're open on a Saturday. During deer season. Bwahahaha. [ November 06, 2006, 09:12 AM: Message edited by: Lars ]

My Deer Hunt The Scene - A Cold November Morning. What else, it's Northern Minnesota. Duh. The Time - Opening Morning, 5:45 AM, shortly before shooting time at sunrise. The Place - A POSTED No Motorized Access Trail in the Chippewa National Forest. I walk in at about 4:30 in the pitch dark. Went down the trail about 300 yards, got settled in, was going to do a little stalk later after sunup sometime. Sat there for a while, letting the woods get nice and quiet around me. All is peace. At the aforementioned 5:45 time, along comes a goddamn truck and a goddamn mini-van with about eight guys in them pulling goddamn four-wheeler trailers with four goddamn four-wheelers on them. They park 20 goddamn yards away, drop their goddamn metal ramps, back off the goddamn four-wheelers and start the mothereffers up, making all kinds of goddamn noise. At this point, there ain't a f*cking deer in the same goddamn county anymore. Then, the d*ckheads drive right effing by me…and never even saw me. I'm sitting on the ground 5 effing feet off the trail, wearing a blaze-orange suit, and the c*cksuckers never even saw me! Kee-rist. To say I'm pissed off might be a little bit of an understatement. After they've gone down the goddamn trail, I get up and walk back out to the truck. Dig around in the glovebox, looking for a pen and paper so I can write down the plate numbers and call the effing game warden. Can't find a goddamn pen or paper. ****. Go drop the tailgate, sit on that, figuring I'll just watch the goddamn dirt road for the morning, hoping to catch something crossing, and light up a smoke. F*ck it. At that's when I saw the cross wrench. Anybody need lug nuts?

That reminds me, aren't you about due for another crushing in Sword of Rome? I shall consider my strategy while sitting in a tree this weekend, freezing my keister off. But, the flames of Compassionate Hatred shall keep me warm. Er, that and a bottle of schnapps…

I was fine till they started putting it in powder form.

{Points at Mace and does his best Nelson Muntz}

They didn't like you there either, eh?