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dbl post. [ August 18, 2003, 01:07 AM: Message edited by: Mbjvx ]

Soldiers, I figure that Matt want's to ease us into the transition between "Dosvidania Rodina!" and "It's a long long way to Tiperany!"

Soldiers, Basically no reason for this post.... just thought I'd nab the 100 mark on this thread.

Soldiers, Be cool, ya'll. You'll get what you're waiting for soon enough me thinks.

Soldier, Yeh shalt not get far with such reterect. Peng and all his unwholesome followers shall smite you down- atleast until they discover the lack of pants, and, to a lesser extent, the underwear on thier lowsome heads; they shall then proceed to scamper about like twisted forms of monkies, screeming at the top of thier lungs "Sod OFF! Sod OFF!" and so on. Such a sight no mortal man is ment to see.

Soldiers, LOL... How many times have I heard THAT. Having a mac, I can't play computer games But really, I play: WWIIonline (best WWII first person shooter) CC A Bridge To Far (second RTS game only to Command And Conquer Tiberuim Dawn) Myth 2 (kicks the **** out of Warcraft) Marathon 2 (beats the pants off of 'Halo') Then you can toss in: MOHAA (so stupid its fun)

Soldiers, Onwards to CMAK!

Oh boy have we got one for the Peng here! All right, throw him into the pool lads!

Soldier, Uber Trax

Soldiers, Ah, a good slaying, but missing in something- oh, wit. Yes, indeed, Berlinitchengun that attack was deviod of any or all wit- trully pathetic. If your going to take the time to come out of hiding like that, and attack one such as myself, I reccomend you put more effort into the insults. I won't be so forgiving next time.... wanker.

Soldiers, The one grabling with himself next to pool, no doubt. Someone will pay... be it Y2K, that twit; Pheremone, that clod; or mister Shaw, the self procalimed serf that he is.

Soldier, Pheremone (or whatever), you trite little pig, it is I who dictate the 'cramming' around here. So I must say, no, declare, that it is you who will cram it.

Soldier, Testy aren't we. Better you just crawl back into your dung hole so as to rid the world of your inartistic ignorance. Your like a stain upon a matress, Shaw: No body wants you, but you won't go away. Thus, I bring forth this simple proposal: Take several walnuts and CRAM IT.

Soldiers, Don't be a twit lad. Only a wanker like Senachi (or whatever) would engage in such an act, though I'm sure he enjoys it verry much. [serious] Shaw, you must read more carefully. I never claimed those words as my own. In fact that line itself is signed "Knight Champion of the Mutha Beautiful, Justicar of the Swamp", who, naturally, would be you. [/serious] Now, go slaughter some SSN, you pillock. [ June 01, 2003, 02:30 PM: Message edited by: Mbjvx ]

Soldier, So, Shaw, who do you think you are, rumaging through the oddities of an SSNs web storage? What were you looking for I wonder? Pictures of my sister perhaps? Oddly enough, I wouldn't be much surprised to leanr of your pedrosexual nature... You're long hidden love for that, how would you put it, 'fresh meat.'? You disgust me, sir. Your vile form shall be loathed from here on in, with no grudges held back. Ye have been warned 'old one'. There shalt be a day of reckonning unlike any before!

Soldiers, Shaw, you twit, where was the grace in that insult? Someone's sounding a lot like Gaylord .

Soldiers, Now this is comming along nicely... save for the utter lack of foolish SSNs who normally claw their way into this cess pool, only to be scorned by the rules layed out above. So the question is: Where have they gone? If truth betold, I've killed them. Everylast one of them. Therefore, the next sod who comes dancing in, smile on his face, cannot possibly be one of the counter elite of this pool of scum. After all Y2K some names stick forever, just ask Senachi (or whatever).

Soldiers, Funny, where's rule number six? "Though shalt kiss ass until accepted unto the ranks of the Y2K"

Soldier, Ther germans just made *huge* firing slits.

Soldier, Ah, what a sign of depseration. I can imagine the scene- Gaylord sits by the fire, British pipe in hand puffing away, lost deep in thought... "T'was it St. Peter's or St. Pauls? Oh, I am such a cluts when it comes to names." Then, genuis strikes... "What if I were to create a second acount, and post responses to it on the forum! Oh that would be a hoot!" So he jumps from his chair, injures his back, and is set back some thirty minutes, lost deep in pain as he rolls on the floor- British pipe torching his surroundings. And, as the stuffed tiger bursts into flames he shouts: "G'night to all, and to all a G'night!" [ May 31, 2003, 02:11 AM: Message edited by: Mbjvx ]

Soldier, uremom, who do speak of? Surley you don't speak of these fine gentlemen of the great pond... scum. Ah, but you are new, young, and stupid. Wait a while, stumble through the shadows drunkenly, and surely someone will give you a good kick in the shins.

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Soldiers, Well, then, good to see that everything is in order. No wshould I act as myself or shall I dance around like a chicken lacking a large and key funciton of its brain? I'd opt for the latter, but then, no, this wouldn't be the, so called, Mascot you've all come to know and hate. And we musn't dissapoint now.

Soldiers, Oh, no no Shaw. I count far more then a meger four attempts. Rather, I've stopped counting. Witless, maybe, SSN, never!

Soldier, I said, Wanker .