Snarker

He's not a Crusader, he's an imposter. Let's have a contest. Who is depraved enough to do such a thing? Who prattles on for days at a time like Cabdriver? Who craves hate and actively solicits it? Why has Cabdriver not been banned? He's Seanachai, that's why. Bard's off the deep end, a sandwich shy of a picnic, a bottle short of a case of wine. Actually a case short of a case and that might explain the reason for the outing of the internal schism plaguing his tortured mind. Yes, Seanachai has finally taken to hating himself in nom de plume.

Armored, sloped foreheads. Most of you lot see one every morning. :mad: :mad: </font>

Armored, sloped foreheads. Most of you lot see one every morning. :mad: :mad: Axe, good to have you back. I'll toast to your 50th here and now. While the rest of you sat and were miserable watching football and drinking beers, I was sipping Diet Pepsi with Elmo, Big Bird and their buds at Sesame Place. Except for the Pepsi and the water park, I could've sworn it was the Waffle incarnate. Maggots. :mad: :mad: :mad: [ September 21, 2003, 08:11 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

You are truly amazing! Why I bet you'll have this one locked right around the time it hits 12 or 13 pages </font>

You left an 's' out of 'puss'y. Don't try getting on MGA's bad side. Bah! Take your albatross away, Olde One. We will watch with great interest as you battle your Balrog, Seanachai the Grey. I mean :mad: :mad:

They'd have to be really easy to top the ones I'm sending He Who Snarks. Open email. Fire Up PBEM Helper. Press Play. Press Go. Send turn. </font>

Axe, Linguine Carbonara and now Wall Banger. The Waffle obviously found the only three war-like Canadians in existence. Oh, I hear you saying, "What about Grog Dorosh? He's in the Canadian Army." True enough, but he plays with mannequins, which sends some seriously mixed messages about the Canadian army. :mad: Sodden Trousers, I've yet to look at your turn mostly because I'm afraid of finding Russian pirates. Patch-eyed, parrot-wearing salted maggot. :mad: :mad: [ September 19, 2003, 05:59 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

Mike-the-Squid, you dragged the wrong name in here. Multiple personality nonce. :mad: :mad: :mad:

Yup, POS 'shrugged them off'. After he spammed us a few times. Scruffy little banned man. Looks a lot like Stan Laurel, too.

Man, I hope Axe is almost done mooning the honey! Turns have slowed to a trickle.

CHRIST ON A CRUTCH, SODDBALL, TEACH HIM HOW TO SPELL 'PUS', WOULD YOU?! THE BUGGER PRACTICALLY BATHES IN IT, HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO CONSISTENTLY SPELL IT CORRECTLY! </font>

It's half time, Bucket. I'll check for your turn. You snuck "Ni" into your sig. Very slick.

MNF, 'Jints v 'Boys. Maggots take a back seat to nacho, beer and football...

FFFPPPTT!!!!

Going for another Masturbation Marathon, are you? I'm amazed that Skunk Nads hasn't traded you in for someone whose knuckles don't drag on the ground and someone who shows more ability in dealing with uncontrollable wildlife. What is it this time, hippos? Rampaging ocelots? Crazed, rabid Hammerhead sharks tearing through the house? :mad: </font>

Seem Old Scratch called it! Who'd a thunk MGA would actually be outsending the rest of the maggots I'm playing? :mad: :mad: :mad:

Now that you've edited to correct the typos, can you tell me what a "sock money" is? Are they abusing their hidden cash? :mad: </font>

Let's see, Pee Eu's men are trapped in a depression, surrounded on three sides, hammered by machine gun fire, and are being shelled by 76mm; most are air bursts. Light mortars are dropping bombs into his half tracks. Bad day at the office. The armor thrust blunted, Becket... ever the optimist... points out how much faster the turn sends are. Axe is getting married. The generousity of women never ceases to amaze me. Fer crissakes, they marry the likes of us. The Surgeon General says, "Smoking is hazardous to your health". So is burning. Just ask Kentucky Fried Goodale. GRARGH and good night. :mad: :mad:

Grog Dorosh, are you Master Goodale's brother? :mad: :mad: :mad:

GRRRRAARGHGHHGG!!!! A triple dose of Jim Bob Billy Joe Ray and Wally Bob Billy Joe Ray. You maggots scared me. I thought I was drunk without touching a drop and that would be a very bad thing.

{Shudders} Love monkey to McNugget au Vin. Thank gawd this was such a 'orribly unbalanced scenario that even a man who is in a perpetual state of inebriation could see it. I nominate Rune for M-T-W's honorary love-monkey for being such an Eevil™ scenario designer. Curse his eyes! :mad: :mad:

Four pages and no sign of the Master O' Disasta. Think he growled one too many times and imploded?

Your gameyness knows no bounds, does it? </font>

What? :cool: ? What is that? A blind, grinning, annetto food colored cheese-eating surrender monkey? Silly Smope-on-a-Rope(or SOAR for short), why don't you type 'smope _at_ ponyshow.com' or 'smope@REMOVEponyshowME.com' or something similar in your profile since that's persistent? No self-loathing maggot would take the time to search through all this 'splodie anger hoping to find your addy. Let alone know how to search for it... Now, what was I on about again? Oh, yeah. I forget. :mad: :mad: [ September 10, 2003, 03:39 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

It's not related to the 'official' definition at all. It's what my friends called me for my favorite tactic in "Half-Life". I'd find a weapon called a "Snark", and drop it from high points. Oddly enough, a Snark fits well in this lunatic asylum we called the Waffle. It's basically a large maggot filled with TNT that attacks mercilessly and then explodes. What's a Becket?