Leeo

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Mace: btw, Stuka let you off the loose again Leeo?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I'm currently conducting many battles in the name of my Oh-so-absent-and-ambivalent sire, Sir Stuka. He does, however, allow me to wander the outer boards at my discretion. Now, GO VOTE!

A day of debacle has dundered from Deke... Lorak, note the following: Deke Fentle- win Leeo- loss Deke Fentle, the uber gamey bastige, has achieved a narrow win, due primarily to the over-zealousness of my American heroes, and his propensity to skulk about within reinforced concrete. I had to put out more smoke than Bob Marley on holiday in Columbia, but he had the nerve, nay, the Gall! to put troops where I was going. He never sent the closing file, so he may have been cheating, but I'll give the wanker the benefit of the doubt. He will pay. Oh yes, he will pay! [ 04-11-2001: Message edited by: Leeo ]

Peng challenges the sentience of the outer board. Damn! It's Simple!! READ THE FECKIN' FIRST POST!! I understand reading is considered "high magick" to the simpering gob-huffers who wander in here like big, doe-eyed cows to the slaughter. Send them back, for they surely are infested with BSE, hoof and mouth, and more blatantly, IMBECILITY! Really, it's not that hard. Pick someone out. Not the universe as a whole, but a specific person from the hole. Then, you see, idjits, you attempt to insult aforementioned specific individual in a creative, yet denigrating sort of way. You harrass and pester them. Eventually, after receiving loads of abuse and proving you have some modicum of wit and bile, you may get a game from them. Now pull your "smiley-faced" (ugh), gee-whiz-look-at-the-belligerent-arseholes-in-this-stinking-place selves out of the muck of the Mutha-beautiful Cess, and toddle on back to where smiley faces (ugh) and mamby-pamby limp-wristed mewlings are appreciated.

chrisl, your scenario arrived safely. I will send the first turn to harpooner this evening. Oh, wait. I was about to send this post, but realized there is not an ounce, nary a gram, of bile in this message. harpooner, your “bwahahahaha” crap is mewling drivel which only confirms to those few members of the flat-earth society who haven’t yet realized the fact that you are genetically incapable of forming cogent, let alone malevolent, derision. So, bugger off back to your monkey like diligence in thumb-humping pastimes. That’s a good proto-hominid.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Stuka: And should the hippy cousin of Meeks fall beneath the sword of Stuka/Leeo, I propose he be banished to a place of eternal torment, like Seanichi's sock drawer.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Sire, I trust the previously described scenario presented by chrisl will serve for this poor spawn of a termite's demise? After all, chrisl was so excited and all about his little puppy of a scenario, it'd be a shame to ignore him. It's like his only begotten bastard of an offspring. So, I say softmooner and I give the scenario a rough, thorough abusing, and then leave it crying in the bushes with it's knickers round it's ankles. "Uber-weapon of doom." Sheesh. And I suppose I'll have a whip-wielding shapshooter named "Indiana".

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by chrisl: A file is on the way to Leeo, who will be playing Allies. I was too lazy to put in a scenario briefing, but I'll put one here. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> <UL TYPE=SQUARE><LI>The Allies? I can't stand them! <LI>A river crossing? I can't swim! <LI>An uber weapon? I can't believe it! <LI>A chance to kick spooner's arse so bad he'll have to wipe his lips every time he takes a dump? I can't wait! Now sod off, all you low-numbered, "Look-how-lovely-and-special-I-am-in-a-lacey,-foppish-sort-of-way" knee-benders. Ya gits.

I think it would be cool to be able to save surviving troops for play in another quick battle. Say, if each game saved out a file of survivng troops, and a seperate file with the just-played QB map. That way a person could have "quick operations", where each map was generated randomly, and surviving troops could move on to that new map. Alternatively, if you are in a QB with someone that is no fun (night fog, blizzard, etc.) you could both agree to withdraw and try again when the weather/conditions improve. Weather did sometimes preclude any combat operations. Something like if both particpants issue a "cease fire", then the troop file, and map file would be saved for future use. Obviously, both sides would have to agree to it for the battle to be postponed. I also like how such a system would result in randomized operations, thus making one want to conserve their troops for future possible engagements, even in QB's. Just a thought that occurred to me while driving to work this morning.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Stuka: I have a squire who is proving adequate in both battle and taunt, and should it please me to see Leeo dance on your cremated ashes after he has disposed of David of Aitken, I will ask of the round table of the 'pool for a map and forces to whit your utter humiliation at the hands of the erstwhile Leeo will behold.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> OOoooo, let me at 'im, let me at 'im! I'll moiderize him, I'll play jump-rope with his intestines, I'll give you his skull for a piss-bucket. Please, Sire, unchain me and set me upon the malodorous mangy mongerel (damn, that's what I get for playing that alliterative Deke Fentle). Updates: Elvis still hasn't found me, and is complaining loudly. He's wasted much of his artillery on blasting empty bushes, and can claim the glorious victory of having killed exactly one LMG scout. Agua Perdido has gone missing, but up to this point we've just begun to exchange fire. Deke Fentle has proven his gamey-ness and fear of catching bullets by purchasing (gasp) bunkers! They are having a somewhat difficult time seeing through the smoke, but the gamey bastidge benefited quite well from the premature charge-lation of a couple of shermans and an idiot FO who ordered HE on a bunker rather than smoke. My Americans have shown their inherent attraction to lead poisoning. David Aitken is now starting to complain about having chosen a rainy night scenario. He complains with good reason, for after I sprung a reverse slope ambush which destroyed a Churchill and a few squads, mortars, MGs, and other accoutrements of war, his Brits are now shooting up trees, bushes, rocks, and each other. So, Spooner, I'll stomp you with glee, for you are a dimwit dullard, who's closest relationship is with your own fist. Now toddle off to get a fresh diaper, because you're starting to stink. Ta ta for now! [ 04-10-2001: Message edited by: Leeo ]

obligatory, hackneyed BUMP

Oh, chrisl? Piss-off, you lurking molester of new flesh! You really make me sick. Not only have you not the guts to challenge me directly, you also lack the brains to figure out that no piss-boy with half a cerebellum would have you as his liege. All of the serfs scurry from the thought of gaining the attentions of your trembling, waxy hand, and leering, red-rimmed eye. Now dawdle off to molest the unprotected schoolboys playing in the sandboxes of your weak, enfeebled little mind. Wanker. (That was in honor of Elvis, who has at least had the guts to meet me directly on the field of battle, as opposed to the malodorous, pale and pathetic mewling pleadings of chrisl). ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

A bump, and a BIG nudge to all of you lard-arses that haven't yet done your part to proselytize to the masses. GO VOTE!! ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

Duuuuuuuddde, where's your brain? Uh huh huh, snicker snicker. So like, your really starting to harsh my mellow, man. The world is full of enough pretentious genitalia without you sticking your microscopic member in our collective ear. Uh-huh huh. Why don't you just bugger off to Humboldt county, Duuuuuuuuuuude, and chatter at some of them squirrels in the redwoods. At least then you'd be talkin' with someone at your owne level, dude. You know, it's kinda like you suck, but then on a whole other level, there are layers of suckiness in you that I can't even grok, man. Just chill a little, and like, let your harsh brain-waves(like you had any, huh, uhhuh-huh) wash over the pool in a natural, organic manner. DUUuuude! You suck, man! Move along to somewhere that gives it up for the man, you pig-yearning, overly-zealous freak of nature. Whoa, man, I think I'm startin' to peak. So, as I've told you before, Bugger off you serf piss-boy wannabe. ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money! [This message has been edited by Leeo (edited 04-04-2001).]

Though I tend to think Computer Gaming World has turned into a rather bland and limited magazine, It would still be nice for Combat Mission to get some more recognition. So, GO VOTE! www.gamespot.com/promos/cgwtop40/index.html Just Do It!

The bullocks are real, you mamby, pamby, running-scared-behind-your-faux-title excuse for a testicle transportation device. Really, if you are scared, then simply say so and I will taunt you some more, but I care not what "score" you've bought within the pool. I will kill you as you should be killed; like a small five-legged, one eyed kitten submitted for peaceful and righteous euthanasia. Now go ahead and plea to the "kinnigets of ease" that you have been wronged somehow by a newbie such as myself, but until you can find the cajones to meet me on the field of battle, you can simply Shut the pug up! Now be gone with you, you poof of a kinnigget, lest I taunt you yet again in ways you don't understand. ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

He can't go to bed yet. I'm not done giving his arse a good, down home, Yankee-style kicking.

The only little thing I've seen was your lame-arsed attempt at a challenge (no, wait, your intellect was even smaller, only measurable in partial nanometers). You are not worth the effort it takes to look the other way. Now were you to submit a proper challenge (if you are capable of such), I just may grant you the nearly infinite, orgiastic pleasure of having your head handed to you by yours truly, Me. Now run along and see if you can come up with a taunt that could at least match the great eloquence, as compared to your monosyllabic mumblings, of Elmer Fudd. Feel free to use a dictionary. ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

Be afraid, be very afraid. I am personally heading home to guard all I hold dear with shotgun and grenades. Haven't you noticed? THE LAWYERS ARE GONE!! They're usually as thick as flies on DekeFentle this time of day, but there's nary a one to be found. No Joe Shaw, nor JD, nor Lawyer. One explanation is that Heaven on Earth has finally happened. However, much more sinister, and much more likely, they have decided to band together ("Honor among thieves," etc.) to find away to screw us all. Run! Run Away!!!!! ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

Mark it down for posterity that we agreed as to the mundane stupidity of the pig-sticker, for it is likely the last time we will agree (unless of course you see the light and proclaim yourself for the true horses arse you are). Our differences would most soundly be solved with pistols at 10 paces, but that seems unlikely to occur anytime soon. So, in it's place, I propose a 1500pt QB. Set the parameters as you like, and send me the file. I'll be home to get it around 4pm PDT. Now get back to work, you slacking string of sparrow spittle! (alliterated merely to poke fun at you) ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

Yeah, though I'm loathe to agree with the Dekester, bugger off!, you serf piss-boy wannabe. Go toddle off to the kiddie pool where people will appreciate the logs you leave floating in the shallow end. The muck in here will soon clog that yap-trap that ostensibly serves as your mouth. Now run along like a good little serf. There ya go... be a good little twit and skedaddle. ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

Were I as DekeFentle, I’d scurry and hide; the fact that he’s mental is known far and wide. If I fought like DekeFentle, I’d turn tail and flee; his foe’s loss incidental, no vict’ry by he. Had I wit like DekeFentle, no laughs would I hear; his audience judgmental, he gets but a leer. Were I puffed as DekeFentle, my head soon would pop; with ego accidental, not fit to spread slop. ‘Bout this git called DekeFentle, I could prattle on, with phrases ungentle, from dusk ‘til the dawn. But this piss-boy DekeFentle, he’s not worth the breath; his brain is on rental, And he bores us to death.

FeetDental, you gob-searching, hump-swallowing git. Your skill at the alliterative phrase is comparable to a dyslexic toddler who has been raised by strawberries. Your attempts at humour, flaccidly tried by stringing together phrases compiled of similar phonemes, are but drivel in the loo, as compared to the godlike renderings of yours truly. Without your thesaurus, I suspect that you would soon devolve to licking at your own nether-regions (sit down, Bauhaus) as does my dog when he is contemplating the nature of the universe. Now run along and impress the other juveniles with your mastery of the thesaurus, you pigeon-toed, half-brained, hump-swallowing, "I want to get my ass kicked by the big boys", crotch-licking excuse for a CM-player wannabe. ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!

Nothing happened? Nothing happened? I am sad to point out that the Evil Aqua (though no comparison to His Most High Berli in the realm of evilness) demolished an historic farmhouse for no reason other than sheer malevolence and the desire to erect (sit down Bauhaus) a strip mall. Elvis has apparently also decided to give his artillery crew some practice by blowing up a lovely, picturesque church and surrounding countryside. What's with all this probing by artillery fire? I love it!! A better use of artillery (by my enemy) I can't imagine. I love the smell of cordite in the morning... ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money! [This message has been edited by Leeo (edited 04-02-2001).]

As exactly how this outnumbering occurs in a meeting engagement, I'd like to hear more. Did he decline to use some of the points at his disposal? If so, then he is simply Stupid. And as far as firmly holding the VL, I would agree if "holding the VL" meant piling the bodies of your deceased troops upon it. This one will be mine, though he seems blithely unaware of the fact.

Oh, and just to diss Elvis, and piss him off, WANKERS!!

Fine, fine, fine. I submit and roll over so that all of you may sniff at my nether regions, yah sick bastards (sit down, fill-in Mace). I was merely trying to keep with tradition (something that PeterZeter apparently has trouble doing), while at the same time answering PeterZeter's request, as well as glorifying my liege, Sir Stuka. (Was that good, boss? Huh, was it? Didn't I do good, Sire, Didn't I?) ------------------ It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!