Vadr

AJ (couldn't be bothered with the spelling Du'Jour) spouted: Didn't quite work out that way Sir Kanigget. I have offered the ummmm...Squire a rematch, and given him the Germans even... ...at Stalingrad...

Boo_Radley whined: PAH!...and some other drivel Don't curse the darkness you fool, light a candle. The Code Duello? C'mon Sire, none of these weasly little Pillocks operate on that level. Sod Orf, the lot of you.

I'm with Noba on that one. Tygers roam the streets of Buda, and probably Pest as well. Hortlund is not pleased...heh...heh...heh

I think Persephone's puppy is beautiful. The fact that said puppy annoys that little twit Berli has nothing to do with this observation (Okay, maybe it does a little).

In the immortal words of John McClain... "Yippee-Cai-Yay...." Edited to say: there actually were a few turns when I just hit the 'Go' button and left the issue in the hands of the troops. In this respect, the scenario resembled my recent thrashing of mcgivney... [ February 20, 2003, 08:54 PM: Message edited by: Vadr ]

lenakonrad blubbered: Don't need one, I have Von Lauchert... Lessee here, I count the burned out hulks of 32 Russian tanks to my front, and I have taken...wait...let me count...Yes, that's it One casualty. Not one dead tank mind you, one casualty. As in; the TC got a splinter in his finger and buttoned the hatch as a consequence. Moral of the story? Don't challenge someone to a specific scenario and let them pick the side unless you know what you are getting yourself into. Here endeth the lesson... hehe, man that was fun...

Panthers Rule. Don't believe me? Ask lenakonrad...

Berlichtingen hissed: Well you've certainly proved that... Lena repeat after me: Panthers RULE. Ah Thank Ya, Thank ya verah much.

Well, I'll say this for mcgivney, he actually threw the Flag into contention. Didn't stay that way for long, but he did it. Moraine, that Berli piece was nicely done. Bravo. Berli, yer a lil' twit Sod Off, all of you. Edited to remind Qbert that he is also a lil' twit [ February 18, 2003, 08:51 PM: Message edited by: Vadr ]

Pillocks and Wankers, the lot of ya. I hate you all. Lessee here... Nidan1 lobbed a mortar at grandma's house. Other than that we are still playing footise in the woods. lenakonrad is apparently having a pretty rough go of it all the way around. He(she?) has now learned to truly loathe the mighty Panther. I took a casualty a turn or two back. It was horrible. Made a real mess of the tank and shocked the crew. Bummer. I am enjoying watching Hortlund gloat. I predict he'll soon be singing a different tune (perhaps that will make Seanachai happy, not that I care). Delta dalem and I are poking through the village trying to find each other's...tanks, or somefink. Gitlord Fokker is *still* MIA. Send me a turn, you TWIT. Last and certainly least, McGillicutty continues the Charge of the Tin Brigade to point-blank range, not that it's done him any good. The Mighty Matilda R001z the battlefield. Sod Off, all of you. I must go check the water temperature in the pool. If it isn't 80, I'm not getting in today...

I guess I won't say anything about my weather today. You guys might send that pathetic Grue after me or something. I'll get you a turn shortly Nidan1 since I know you're bored. Wine-drinker, you can just wait your turn. You feckin' SSNs can't seem to figure out the vagaries of E-mail and I can only babysit so many of you at once. You can get in line behind Egbert...

dalem wrote: The ability to export these notes in .txt format at the conclusion of a battle would be neat as well. It would facilitate turn-by-turn AARs. Just type as you go, spit out the result at the end of the battle and fire it off to the scenario designer so he gets some feedback.

Seanachai, obviously still in delirium (or under the influence of drugs) muttered: The sing-alongs were a bad idea you twit. 9 out of 10 Cesspoolers agree. Of course, you can't be expected to be cognizant of that because you are, once again, completely out of touch with the MBT. We could take pity on you and write this little out-of-place rant off as being due to your recent illness...but we wont. So, I guess I'll follow the other option: "Seanachai, I've always thought you the biggest idiot in the Pool. Well no, that's not true. Berli is actually more of a Git, but you talk more. That's why I piss myself laughing every time I mock you." There, do you feel better? Did you need a snowplow to eat the pig Storyteller? 80 degrees F here today, think I'll hang in my pool and work on my tan. In closing, if you want a song from me, you'd best go through the Justicar as is proper. I've got more pleasant things to do than interact with you. Cleaning out the stables, for instance.

I have responded to the one from the 'other' account (only once).

MicGillney spluttered: You little pillock, stop dodging me! It's 2003 genius (that would be sarcasm). Most people know how to check their E-mail, most people know Hotmail sux. Where were you when the brains were handed out, eh? I tell you Justicar, he is playing a delaying game. He doesn't want to see the results of the Charge of the Tin Brigade, and he certainly doesn't want the responsibility of continuing said suicidal charge. So, mginest, I have sent TWO new E-mails with both zipped and unzipped turns attached. I sent these to the address in your profile (and not the fictional 'other' address). Please see if you can figure out how to hit the 'Send and Receive' button. Or, you could just Sod Off

Seanachai gibbered: Goes nicely with your pointed head

Things have slowed down tremendously in Sec 2-1, but I did exchange a move with Frontovik yesterday.

Hortlund sputtered: Musn't forget the 1.02 FUBAR. Yep, you've had a tough one alright. That isn't going to stop me from chasing you through the streets of both Buda and Pest like the little rat you are though... Men chase, women choose. Remember that Hortlund, it's the way of things. Also, if it flies, floats or...errr...fornicates; it's cheaper to rent it...

Leutnant Hortlund screeched: The kid is batting 1.000 this week...

Thank you Lady. Hortlund first, then dalem

Are we on page 11 yet?

Leutnant Hortlund gibbered: LOL! I'm going to take romantic advice from YOU? Yeah, Roight. Wet-behind-the-ears Pillock. PS - and it's "Padawan" you Twit

Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day to all the Ladies of the Pool. I would send chocolate and flowers but: A - MrsVadr would surely object B - I don't have any addresses But it's the thought that counts, right?

Well, lessee here...time for a Gamey update Ah Reckon' Von Lauchert was right, as lenakonrad is learning to his displeasure. Man it is fun killing T-34s at 2km! Nidan1 has a big tank, the pillock. I shall charge it with Molotovs. Send my regards to the Rodina Gaylord Focker is MIA (again). Send me a turn you Git. What? Did those BT-7s out on your flank scare you that badly? Since edelbert can't be connived into a game (he's scared I tell you), I guess I'll give that Helen Reddy lovin' dalem creature a rematch. Hey dalem send me something with 'splody things, clanky things, and maybe some more 'splody things. Oh and the rest of you can just Sod Off. Roight.

Mgilney sputtered: I *DID* mail the turn ya feckin' Git. I E-mailed it to the address you sent me. I shall now bomb your regular in-box with the rather large file, since you either: A - Can't figure out how to check the "other" account B - Never had the "other" account in the first place. See my Liege and fellow Cesspoolers? I told you he was a tricky one. Oh and Mulcher, I'll expect you to both correctly spell and bold my name. I am a Squire of the Pool damn yer eyes!