
Leeo
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- Birthday 02/14/1963
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Oregon, USA
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my wife, wargaming, sci-fi, malts&hops&yeast, oh my!
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Data Analyst
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The Peng Challenge Thread: We Were Here When It All Began
Leeo replied to Seanachai's topic in General Discussion Forum
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The Peng Challenge Thread: We Were Here When It All Began
Leeo replied to Seanachai's topic in General Discussion Forum
Aw feck. Entropy sucks. A tip o' me hat to those that have been dragged to the next plane. It makes me sad they're not here, but a bit jealous at what they may have discovered. Life is a story, and the ending sucks, but the sequel is likely amazing. Thanks to this thread and the many who made it real. Stuka was my sponsoring Kanniggit, and many were the games I played with Berli and Nidan1. Their passing, as most do, have diminished this world. I toast those of the MBT who have passed, and all of us who eventually will. Helluva ride, eh? Oh, and I hate the lot of you. Deeply. -
Ah, Damn. Berli played many games with this certain noob Leeo. Aside from a healthy and well deserved fear of him in the Wasteland and CM, he was always a great, intelligent, and ass-kicking Man. A toast to Berli. "May you be an hour in heav'n 'fore the devil knows yer dead." The Waste seems much colder now...
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Ha. Feckin' Peng Challenge comes to full stop. Really? No feckin' venom anymore? Holy Dorosh on a popsicle stick, has this really devolved so terribly? Berli must be quiescent. Peng probably couldn't be bothered. Seanachai likely inhabits a kayak full of dark rum. What the 'ell. Hiram? Elvis (wanker)? dalem? Lars? Lawyer? OGSF (feckin' Colorado transplant of an Aussie git)? Moriarty? JDMorse (or sumfink like that)? Holy Cripes, Where have all the wankers gone? Long time passing (gas) Where have all the wankers gone? Slow time passing. When will they feckin' ever learn. When will the
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Let it be known; Feck you, dalem. What the hell, this thing is all new an fangly. However, none of you are. I expected to find (pseudo-venom)) the normal crap, and I've not been mis-disappointed. Speaking of dis-misappointed, my son's band finally released a video in support of their first album. Yeah, this is a blatant plug. I figure I get one free spam to the MBT, and if you don't like it, feck-off and issue a real MBT challenge. Or not, I don't particularly care. Extra points and consideration for those older to the thread than 5 years. I can't keep up with them young whipper-snappe
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Last and best, you blithering pomposity of a persona.
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I like pie!
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The Peng Challenge Thread The Chunder in Red Thunder!
Leeo replied to Boo Radley's topic in Combat Mission Red Thunder
Whot the bleedin' 'ell is goin' on 'ere? I see the feckin immortal MBTon page feckin THREE! Where is there a Peng, or a Berli, or, god for-feckin-bid, a Seanachai? Hiram? Moriarty? Lawyer? JDMorse? OGSF? The missing roll call is long and sucky. -
As ever, Battlefront is correct. Everything is Elvis's fault. No fault can be found in that. In other news, I regret to inform my playing (or is that waiting?) companions that my normally delayed turns in our current contentious behaviors will be further delayed. I was going to process and send turns yesterday after arriving home from a weekend fishing, chumming, boating, falling, bruising, and generally abusing what's left of my physicial remains. However, at my house, the hamster has died. The chain has come off the wheel. There's a spanner in the works. The circuit is dead. The doohicky
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Does this Peng Challenge Thread make me look fat?
Leeo replied to BFCElvis's topic in Combat Mission Shock Force 1
Yes, I have re-treaded eternity, and it is mine. Terns, turns, files and mail, I've got a spring rush and am wagging some tail. You know, a computer is a crappy place to be when the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and nature, in all her rampant rush to grow, divide, and conquer with verdant greenery, is exploding into currents of plantagenesis. Thus, the terns are delayed, the computer turned down, the sharp edges filed off, and mail torn assunder and burned in a pyre to the Gods of Spring and Junk.