Roborat

Leduc (near Edmonton) Alberta have also lived in: Lloydminster, Alberta/Saskatchewan Calgary, Alberta (left as soon as possible) Cold Lake, Alberta (twice, 12 years apart) Ottawa, Ontario (twice, 8 years apart) Gimli, Manitoba Chicoutomi, Quebec -all in Canada, of course Bonus points for anyone who can guess the connection between the last four locations.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Panzer Leader: ... 1.) Gotta big brain (been called supra-genius) ... and perhaps your little creation can spark a real cock-fight.<hr></blockquote> What the heck does knowing a lot about crappy, self rusting japanese sports cars have to do with CM ability??? And I will not even touch that other remark, it's waaay to easy, and why didn't Bauhaus jump on this one, he must be loosing his touch, or busy "initiating' SSNs

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Leeo: Oh, and my dance card is now full of ne'er-do-wells, so the rest of you blokes will just have to wait for your game (and Sir Roborat, You'll have to return a file sooner than once every three days if you want to do the bloody tangle with myself, you hoser! <hr></blockquote> Once every three days! HAH, feel yourself privledged if I return one turn a week, you hoser wannabe. I see you managed to get as far north as Woebegon, what's wrong, afraid to cross the border and fulfill your dreams of hosertopia.

HEY LLLEEEOOOO (kind of reminds me of the classic Abbot and Costello signature line) Anyway, my dance card is not too full at the moment, if you care to do the tungsten two step. As the junior member (... nah, way too easy) in seniority (I have waited almost a year to be able to say that), you may send me a setup, I don't care what side or setting, QB or prebuilt.

Hah, I strike again. Touche

(Peeks out from favorite gopher hole) Well, are they all gone? good and no lock yet, lets see if I can get the last post in again, and make it two threads in a row. And just to make it official, I have managed, once again to keep my record unsullied. Yes, I have lost, and lost gloriously badly, to Speedy again. Although I slipped up and actually managed to garner 18 points this time. I know, I hang my head in shame and promise to do worse next time. Edited for the heck of it, just to piss you moose felchers off. [ 11-21-2001: Message edited by: Roborat ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Lord General MB: Soldiers, ... So you wil have no lord, and you will live in foolish ignorance! ...<hr></blockquote> Live in foolish ignorance??? I thought we lived in the cesspool. I know that it's secret location moves frequently, but I don't think we have ever been in Foolish Ignorance. When I was younger we lived in Abject Poverty, which, if memory serves, was just over the hill and past the iron works, but we got evicted, and had to go live in the lake.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by argie: I prefer the ones in which I win :cool: <hr></blockquote> Really! me to, unfortunately it hasn't happened yet.

Well, at least he managed to spell cabbage right this time. Probably has his mother helping him to hit the right keys. Hey Speedy are you going to send that last turn, I would like to see if my score managed to break 10. edited to commend Aqua on his post, I was just typing a similar post but you beat me to it, good job. [ 11-13-2001: Message edited by: Roborat ]</p>

Oh good, the tread is not closed yet. The new one caught me by surprise, this one only being page 11 and all. Well just to keep my one post per thread minimum going, I will post game updates. Ahem... As usual, Speedy is reaming me again, but this time it is only because he has lots of tracks, and I wasn't given anthing to hurt them back with. I mauled his grunts pretty bad, but those .50 cals are just too much, so my few remaining units (not that I had many to start with) are doing their best Italian army impression and heading towards Berlin at a rapid pace. That is all, aside from some non-poolers I am currently trading electrons with. And I must say that I am enjoying the abuse Slappy is getting over the Ronin Squire thing, I did it the firstest and the bestest, and nobody objected to my claim. So I still say he has to come up with a new gimmick. At least my claim was legitimate, as my knight did pull the Houdini on me. Slappy, on the other hand, just showed up unsponsored, hardly the same thing.

Maybe they watched band of brothers and thought they were supposed to???

Just an addition to the Peng reading list: The Monty Python TV series script collection (forget the title right now, am at work, will provide from home if there is any interest) Any of the Flashman books The Callahans Crosstime Saloon series, and related spin-offs Anything by Heinlein, particularly Starship Troopers, (note: NOT the expletive-deleted movie which happens to have the same name) Game updates: Just started a small scenario with Speedy, in which I have three infantrymen, one officer and a sharpshooter defending on a small map in heavy fog, AND the forced setup locations SUCK. No idea what the attacking Yankees have, as they haven't blundered into me yet. He better hurry, it's only ten turns. Also started a match against someone who turns out to be a SSN, but since he mostly lurks here I was fooled into accepting. As he is an SSN, no more updates, unless I actually manage to win. As I am assaulting a german held town with green Yankees across an open billiard table, I am not holding out much hope. That is all, everyone return to their mundane existence

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Porajkl: I agree with you. I'm mechanical engineer and the hardest point in solving a problem is creating an equation to describe it. Once you have the equation, it's easy to solve it, especially easy one like this one...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> See, that is why I am a civil engineer, we don't have to mess with no steenkin 'quations. We either dig it up, bury it, move it or pave it. Problem solved, here's your bill .

Actually, I would be interested in hearing about the use of the Sexton as an infantry support weapon also. I had read of the Priest being used that way, so I had assumed that the sexton was also used in this role. I use it in CM for this role fairly often, as it seems to work fairly well, as long as it is protected. But if it is established that is wasn't, or only rarely used in this role, I will stop using it (unless given in a scenario or QB computer pick ). I just figured that was why it was included in the game, as it obviously cannot be used in the indirect fire mode, otherwise why bother to model it?

I'm in Edmonton (actually Leduc), but then, you probably knew that already.

Ooops, I just saw your link. I see you were with the Cal Hi's, Come to think of it, I did see some of them on Sunday, getting ready to leave. Gee, I might have actually seen you in the flesh and not realized it, my disappointment knows no bounds.

O-M-G!! I am in, like, total shock. Dorosh actually has a sense of humour. I don't think my heart can take it. By the way, you say you were on ex. Were you in Wainwright by any chance?? I was there, helping make large random holes in the ground, didn't see much infantry types though.

Once again, Slappy, I was the Ronin Squire. That was my bit, stop stealing my stuff, and come up with something original. Or better yet, go away. On second thought, having our very own pet grog could be useful, and he will likely be kept at Squire for a while (heavy hint to the senior ones). Loathsome regards SIR Roborat (man, I love the look of that, I think I will do it again) SIR Roborat Yep, still feels good, Hey Peng: Hi dad!

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Herr Oberst: Ack! Poolers! Have we erred?!? A Sally Fields moment? Is the Roborat a Robowimp? Are we soon to be putting up with a sniveling, teary-eyed pseudo-Kannigget? You sir, disgust me. However low. However miserably buried in the muck at the bottom of the 'Pool, we do have our standards. The next thing you know, this pansied Kannigget will start listening to Streisand albums and watching reruns of Funny Girl, The Main Event, and Yentl. If that is how you feel, then go get teary-eyed with Sally Struthers on PBS, and stay the hell away from the Cesspool... In the words of the ancient Romans... YOV SVCK [ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: Herr Oberst ]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Well, if you can't understand basic humour(a little subtle, I will admit, but most everybody else here seemed to get it), a Saturday Night Live touchback, and a garnish of sarcasm, I would suggest that you have no place in this fair pool (smiley added just to piss you off). And just so you know, my attack poodles are programmed to attack anything "Streisand" on sight (also smell, sound or thought).

Well, isn't that just bloody perfect, We (me and the Capt F) finally finish the longest, vilest, and generally dumbest squire challenge in history, quite properly ending in a draw, mostly because neither of us had any units left. And what happens, do I get to bask in the approval and kudos of my peers... well, at least you bastards,... but nooooo!, all this happens when I am away for the weekend, blowing things up for real, and I miss all the fun. Isn't that just the perfect cap for the whole futile exercise. Although I do gratefully accept the honour of (finally) being kniggeted, next time, Berli boy could you at least clean the farging sword, I now have this strange greenish purple rash rapidly growing across my shoulders and heading south. And since it seems that nobody saw fit to brief you (Bauhaus..., nah, go for it, I'm in a good mood), the idea is to tap each shoulder, not take a full two-handed swing, Luckily I had my thermo-nuclear, plutonium insulted shoulder pads to protect me... shout from the sidelines, in cheesy oriental accent: and it's also a good thing he missed. My most treasured memory of that match was watching his Sherman oh so carefully advance up the street, when, just as he passed the edge of the building, it starts to track a seriously depleted squad to it's left, when it had one of my brave panzers (Mark IV, if memory serves)barrel about 3 feet from it's turret on the right. Watching the movie was priceless, I watched it over and over, laughing insanely (is there any other way?)each time, I am going to save that movie forever. I was positive that I was going to get a damaged main gun just from his external stores snagging on my barrel as his turret traversed 180 degrees away to track that brave squad. Fearing the worst, I expected to miss on the kill shot, due to the tanks being too close. But no, the fates smiled on me, granting me a rear turret kill, then I got to machine gun the surviving crew. It sort of made up for that Sherman 76 single-handedly roasting half my forces. The other highpoint to mention was the outstanding work by my Stug, brilliantly commanded by Peng, who managed to take out another Sherman after repeated frontal hits from about 50 metres, although I suspect the real reason was he finally passed out after shotguning too much Silent Sam and passed out, falling onto the gunner, who thereupon had his face mashed into the trigger, thus *finally* managing to fire the heretofore virgin gun. I am proud to say that we upheld the proud traditions of the pool, by using every gamey tactic in the book, and several more from the Cliff's notes. And I feel that a draw was a fitting conclusion, although I must admit I am a little disturbed by the destruction of the perfect win/loss record I had amassed so far. And, finally, what the expleteive deleted (as per the request of the the mighty bald-one-who-must-be-obeyed) is going one with this Slappy person?? First he steals my Ronin Squire tag. IDIOT!!!, To be a Ronin, you first have to have **LOST** your master, as I did when Meeks disappeared, not never had one in the first place. Although I still suspect that his hamster swarm ate him, they were looking awful fat and bloated the next day, and they soon started foaming at the mouth and finally died in a massive cannibalistic feeding frenzy, with the final hamster living somehow managing to eat itself, it was a truly disturbing thing to watch. I kept it quiet to avoid being reassigned to another one of you freaks. Then, to make things worse, if I am reading his barely coherent post correctly, he is challenging me to a match?? I don't think so, me boyo. I didn't spend a year forcing my poor computer to run that insult of a game to have my first Knight match to be against the likes of you. In conclusion, my thanks for the mighty honour that you have so graciously bestowed upon me. You like me, you really like me... (sorry, had a Sally Fields moment there), and I humbly and proudly accept the honour so bestowed. As befitting the traditions, I choose as my knightly coat of arms: a mighty gopher, snarling in defiance, as it is flattened beneath a tank track, upon a field of dandelions and snowflakes. Drinks for everybody!! Sir Roborat is buying (as he whips out a platinum ferretcard and throws it onto the bar. Strangely, the name is crudely scrawled onto a piece of tape in crayon, which appears to be covering the original name embossed on the card). Damn, noW I have to change my sig, oh well, for the last time: [ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: Roborat ]

Hey, it's not locked yet. You are all stinky doodoo heads (damn, I am spending WAY to much time with my kids). HI DAD!!!

Roborat checking in, Still trying to finish the squire challenge that wouldn't die, someone go kick Foobar a few times for me, I can't find him. And as anybody else hasn't mentioned it, I think that post of Seanipoo's in the last thread must be a new record for sheer volume and verbosity, shouldn't some kind of award (or restraining order) be in order?? Hey Speedy, I know how to play more better now, want to try again???

While I do appreciate the nomination, really, I am a loyal pooler, and I do hold strongly to the traditions therin. I cannot accept that knighthood until the conditions are met. Namely, I am *STILL* trying to finish that squire challenge match that was started sometime back in the pleistocene, we have been stuck on the last turn for at least the last month. I am still waiting on the return post from Foobar. Perhaps he is still sulking from my (tradional) last minute flag rush, which bagged one of his last shermans, and the capture of an almost complete squad of french soldiers, who surrendered to a passing tank about four blocks away, without a single shot being fired (how's that for accurate nationality modelling). So as the squire challenge has not been completed, I am still stuck as the eternal squire. -whisper mode engaged: (psst, hey you squires, come here...I would like to point that I am not exactly overloaded with games right now, so if some of you other squires would like to pad their stats (check my stats), just sneak around back where the knighits don't bother to patrol to closely... thats right, keep it casual, inconspiquious like...and we can do some... practicing, yea, thats it, hint, hint, nudge nudge). -whisper mode off So, although it would be nice to get those coveted spurs, since I am squired to the missing psychotic Meeks, who we all know and love (or is that loathe??), I don't really have it too bad. The hovel...I mean palatial palace, of Meeks is finally beginning to loose that deranged ambiance it originally had; and I have the place to myself, once I got rid of those rabid hamsters that infested it. (Damm, the thread is near the bottom of page 1 again, bloody lazy knights.) -edited to confuse the issue [ 09-23-2001: Message edited by: Roborat ]

Try kicking out that fat Sergeant and his pilfered collection of french postcards, that should help with the power to weight ratio.

Thanks mikey, much obliged, (even if you are a Calgarian ). I'll check on the way home from work tonight. By the way, have you guys been issued the pixilated paint by numbers combats yet??