Egbert

ummm it's doing that funky thing with duplicating posts again. Move along, nothing to see here. So don't look. Stop looking. Stoooooop I'm gonna tell. Your sister was waaaay cuter. Want some pictures? [ January 23, 2003, 02:07 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

Now re-edit to add the English language, you drunken lout! </font>

I see by your UNHIDEABLE POST STATS that you have made a most paltry and ultimately piffling 722 posts to this place? Good god, man. Have you <U>NO GALL AT ALL</U>?? AJ </font>

Do your best. HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! You will find some of us are beyond..... somethingorother, mostly spaces.!!! You will note however, my behavior resembles an uneducated rodan. Knightless, yesss, but fearless (that didn't work out quite right did it) yesssss. Please, kind sur (sic) find it in your heart (black that it amy -alot like the breasty waitress tonight, thus Amy vice may) find me an opponent that I may continue my rogue play of your demoniqueness. edited to add rrrrrrrrrrrrrr [ January 23, 2003, 01:50 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

Just like a good heroin dealer. Suck 'em in, get 'em hooked, then scramble their brains.

Bumpity Bump Bump.

The horror, I was not even aware he was ill. My sincere feelings of something to his survivors. May whatever it was he had, be remembered by those who new.

On the portion of your first half of the first 1/2 point , you are correct, on the second part of the first part, you are lost. On your second point, you have failed yet again. To be less than a squire requires no kinigget, thus those squires for hire, seek sponsoring knights. To peruse my sig, you see, would provide the answer to thee. Ultra Gamey setup should wing it's way to you, within the hour. I never wait for the opportunity to make lots of noise and destruction. Prepare to gnash your teeth in vain.

You mean it once had a meaning?</font>

Bees, and by that I mean honeybees (the rest can just bite my arse), have 6 kness, as we would recognise them, and none of mine shall bend to you. Crush them if you will, but bend? I'd rather be stuck in the amber sap of pine.!!

Nope, they just go boom, start smoking, and come to a crashing halt! Now tell me why you you are issuing such gibberish? Is it because of the illegitimate "king" some call crazy? Are you a wannabe? Speedbump</font>

Ahh, yes, your dementednessss . The 2, count 'em two, scenarios inflicted upon me concurrently, are both spawn of madness and bile. We are barely into the thoes of their guile and yet, I still feel oddly at peace with the world. Ah, yes, the reason. Your cussedness has shown through on both. We are all posturing and beating our breast, (down bauhaus it's usually a female thing) and listening to strange noises in the dark (or forest). Contact is soon and guanteed to be at close range. Gamey updates, excuses and insanity to follow. [ January 21, 2003, 03:04 PM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

This Place is a mess! A bleeding mess. Drunken, blabbering guards doing nothing but making sure their eyelids are intact, cabbage leaves and sheep offal, stained dresses, yarbles (Geez PL maybe you should staple them on) and I know who you expect to clean it up. The Olde Ones have outdone them selves this time. A coronation? and King Meeks the Absent no less. Knights become outlaw, squires to kniggets, women, jostling to marry the Absent one, and Archbishop?, and now bauhaus speaking wistfully of Joe's fluffy. To what end? The olde Ones jumped the gun. Their confusion over the arklike arrival of the SSN's (may I submit for consideration the acronym TNTBS -Those Not To Be Seen, vice fluffy), caused them panic when patience would suffice. In their preoccupation with flatulent noises and poking clanky things with pointy sticks, they forgot to examine that which causes the TNTBS's to arrive like grunion on a CA beach. 2 Events caused this, I submit: </font> The new Game was published. and Hurrah for that. </font>The celebrations of the winter season. That generally mean GIFTS. And a hearty Hurrah for that as well. </font>A modicum of patience mixed with the steadfast venom and stench of the pool would have made (a nasty potion that's for sure, I think I'll stick to stealing the Archbishop of Smoke and Marbles' finer scotch) good and allowed for the dissipation of the initial excitement of the truely newby. They would eventually drift away, or at least started to heed the No Trespassing signs. All this has come to cause us such great pains and has interrupted the one true reason why we all love The Game. Playing it. You inconsiderate Nobs have caused so much posting and gnashing of teeth that it has slowed the clanking to a crawl. Plenty of taunts but only a modicum of sword brandishing. Which gets me to my point. All you nasty lovers of bauhaus owe me a turn. You are not dying fast enough. (Disclaimer- For those honorable persons that have been sending turns, do not read the previous.)

Shhh. stop babbling about. Sir, if I may, it's quite obvious. Simply refer to their hats. Now, down in front, we're trying to watch the ceremony.

I hark, a commanding voice call, Eg? Of what service may I be? Yes, 'tis certain ,not yet serf, I'm free. As none care which I side, nor see. Though a store of pucks, from sport, or three The scoundrel, a secret known but to me. I retreat, a corner shadows cloak my glee. I sense a concealed lover O' Canadee. [ January 20, 2003, 12:56 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

Hint, at next opportunity stop and take photos. It's a nice way to make a contribution. Good idea, BTW.

If you must ask that question, you have no business mentioning the ever lovin' Peng thread.</font>

A hat sir, I present to you, from a donkey, yes, but from a firm source, sir,I can attest, the patriarch whence the the kingdom but required a shoe. A most noble steed then and but requires the blessing of ceremony. edited but to grovel further. [ January 17, 2003, 12:36 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

white, fluffed blessing soft gift from above, floating vociferously quiet

If you must ask that question, you have no business mentioning the ever lovin' Peng thread.

I see the Emporer has new clothes.

Actually I find the problem is when my armor presents it's weaker rear facing to the enemy, providing for more difficult spotting, longer turret rotation times, and more close aboard secondary explosions and crew deaths than expected. I understand the error but with the various vehicles having different turning radius at various speeds, plannig is somewhat difficult. Slowing before corners, swinging wide, or extending a waypoint an additional meter to solve the problem are definately within my skill level but are micromanagement. There is a penalty paid for micromanaged moves so for now, we are stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Butter, oak, sherry take deep the brimming air, rest. Balvenie Double [ January 16, 2003, 09:13 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

Amongst the pedantic mewlings, creaks, moans, groans, conspiratorial vociferation and other means of releasin' hot gas, a little birdy whispered in my ear. It tells me I should set to groveling and boot licking in more professional manner. Seems in a that portion of the dear departed previous incarnation of the MBT the word squireling was mentioned whilst a poxy finger gestured in my general direction. Before I set to falling about, fawning over the brave, noble kind sir for simply noticing his boots, pissbucket, and saddlery are spit shined to the enth degree. I must first inquire: To whom do I owe the honor, (if at all ) or, am I played for the fool. (Not that it's hard. Well...) Or were you simply pointing towards the nongs still face down in the muck, behind me? Either way, it certainly is FUN!, wot with the bowling and all. Afterall, it's the 'pool, who wants to play Marco Polo? edited because I wanted to say "Neverbefore" one more time. [ January 14, 2003, 02:10 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

I must post to express my extreme surprise, nay, horror, at a monstrosity of a map, of the Frankenstinien order, imposed upon me simply because I deigned to enjoin against Snarker in a game. Neverbefore [sic] have I been subjected to such a vile and bewildering creature now to be referred to as The Map. How, on s'dog green earth one has managed to squeeze heavily wooded, large town, steppe, beach and heavily sloped onto 1 small map and yet still, maintain such long LOS is beyond comprehension. Did I say sloped? HA. This field of battle shall be self cleaning. The dead and broken shall simply roll downhill, food for the fishes in the briney deep. The man must be spawn of rune, or perhaps The great Satan himslf to conceive, let alone, bring off such a despicable, vile, maloderous, gamey thing. Don't you know from watching all those WWII movies that you attack at the beach, not along it? I shall now acquire sand in my skivvies beyond the pale. I will hate you, hate you, hate you, and drop dog poopie on your shoes. (But not until all yer hampster run away.) edited to say "Neverbefore" once again. [ January 14, 2003, 01:09 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]