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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Babra: I guess that would depend on the quantity of piquante sauce in his wife's chili. I've heard if the chemical energy could be harnessed, one bowl of it could light Paris for a month. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> LOL... I believe it's spelled picante sauce, old man. But what do you know? You're from Canada! You don't know from hot sauce! The hottest thing around up there is a polar bear's butt (down Bauhous)!

Mr Spkr, Haroog Texan swine...challenge expected and accepted. I assume that you will want to play the Germans, as your bigoted, homo-phobic sendings are right in line with the Nazi philosophy which wound up executing them in ovens for a trait with which they were born. I can only assume you espouse the same level of intolerant, inbred, macho, mi familia dogma that most cowboys and cattle-lovers spew at every turn. What are your feelings on Jews? Have them gassed as well is what it would appear. Are you sure you really belong in the legal profession, then? Maybe you ought to move to Idaho or East Germany. You might feel even more at home. heh heh I KNEW that "Texican" swipe would get to you. Set up turn forthcoming. :cool:

Mr. Spkr You southerners are the byproducts of gnu's and beagles. Everyone knows that the only things that come from Texas are steers and queers. That you must flaunt your lack of tolerance for those who find themselves to be "gender-challenged" (LOL) only serves to underscore your limitations as an evolved human-being. I pity you for your aculturation as a wanna-be Nazi-cowboy. Are you supposed to be Boomer or Harry's less enlightened bald friend with the sunglasses? I must admit that the few representations I have seen of Texans leave me in great fear for the future of Southern culture. We all still hate you for sending out your village idiot propped up with oil dollars to become our leader. Keep your stupid Texican mores that have been baked up in an overgrown chili pot on an overheated desert of a landscape on your side of the border and we won't have any trouble. It's when you try to export your brand of intolerance and backwardness that things get a little prickly. Texas-Where men are men and sheep are scared.

Has anyone made an operational representation of Close Combat II/A Bridge Too Far/Operation Market Garden? I think it would be a blast to play out this fine campaign as represented in CC II, but at the more realistic scale of CMBO. The reinforcement algorhythm is a bit tricky, but if you've played it enough, you know how to get it pretty close to how it could have been historically. There are a number of Market-Garden battles floating around. Has anyone created some sort of grand campaign linking up a bunch of them. Are there any smaller operational campaigns linking up a few of them?

Agua perdido--How telling it is that your response to my posting about you was to mimic my complaint about you precisely. I have a friend with a four-year old daughter who likes to play the parrot game. It becomes insipid and annoying the first time that she does it, as well. Thank you for going to the trouble of posting a reply which served only to prove the point I was making about your low level of intelligence and general lack of worthiness as a creative writer. You are dull and boring and are representative of most of the specimens that I have encountered from the Deep-South. You probably eat too much fried food, and it has made you loguey and tedious. Your brain works too slowly for you to survive in a more advanced community like the Bay Area. Y'all stay in the South now, where it's nice and safe (from intellectual challenge), y'hear? Polly want cracker?

"objurgated", huh? hmm lemmee see here..... ummm...obliquity....obsequious....obscure.....oh, here it is. It means, (1) pertaining to a self-defeating, unusually unpleasant moron who has delusions of grandeur associated with not recoginizing that not being recognized by the peng challenge namesake is a blessing to be savored for all it's worth. Give the conductor your ticket and sit back down, Skippy. It's not your birthday, either.

The illustrious Meeks may be back soon... We all wait with bated breath.... May his arrival hasten the destruction which you all so richly deserve, incompetent pig-monkeys. [ 05-03-2001: Message edited by: harpooner ]

Why must we allow people of inferior intelligence to continue to breed and clog up the streets? Can't something be done? Are there legal problems or moral quandries to be considered before we initiate a program of selective eugenics?

You are all a bunch of pud wanking duffers whose geneologies originate from highly suspect South Pacific islands comprised of questionable amounts of arable acreage and bearing dubious nomenclatures such as Fiji and Saipan!!! Bite me two times!!! [ 05-02-2001: Message edited by: harpooner ]

I have to inform everyone that Meeks/Hamsters has taken a much needed vacation from CMBO for a while. He has been under enormous stress as of late, and while you are all free to heap derision upon his pointy little head, you should be aware that it is causing him some considerable anguish to have to interrupt his games. He regrets any problems this might cause. Save your last turns from him. I don't know if it will be a matter of weeks or months before he gets back to you, but get back to you he shall. My sqire match with LEEO has turned into a raging circus with armored platoons popping up right and left from the far corners of the battlefield. I've bagged a couple of trucks and a jeep and two greeyhounds. He's knocked out two Pumas. Mensh and I are about to light up the battlefield with an armored free for all in the middle of our ME. No casualties as yet. I just erased one of Stuka's Platoon HQ's with a single grenade, and I seem to have him pinned down on the outskirts of town with all of the VL's well covered....half way through the scenario.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! HAROOG CESSPOOLIANOS! Update commences herein.... Mensh hardly ever sends back turns so we have yet to make contact in our ME *yawn* Leeois making a valiant effort to cross a bloody nasty mess of a heavily defended bridge. As if that weren't ooogly enuff...Sir Knight of the First Order chrisl saw fit to give me reinforcements of the armored variety coming in on the back door of the hapless American poltroons. they are now to be found floundering between the proverbial rock and the proverbial harder rock. Stuka has spent the whole game so far hiding behind a rock while hurling large calibre shells and small calibre insults as to my troops' French heritage. All this despite my very cordially inviting the Germans to a select tea party with sour-kraut and crumpets waiting in the main square just for them. Ah well....no accounting for German etiquette. Meeks is so whipped by his gf that he's let her into our role-playing game...she has powerful magic! BTW Stuka, Meeks' record is squeaky clean like a hamster's. I'm the one with the record for holding ganja...just like a good hippy oughta. I have a medical prescription now and no worries, but I gave it up anyway....or it gave me up or something...85 days w/o and not missing it one little bit!

Wiltz and A Long Cold Day, so far....have yet to find time to delve into any of the operations.

It's not the size of your number, it's the motion in your harpoon.

Update the first Mensh-Just underway...nothing to report. Stuka- Just underway...nothing to report, but it looks like a bloody mess of a scambled egg scenario. (I would get stuck playing the Frogs.) e1ros-Got a lucky shot off and blew up my Panzer IVj with a tank destroyer after blowing up my 234 Hvy. Armored car with excellently placed mortar fire from a HT mortar carrier. He's losing the infantry battle, though Leeo-Just under way..I am defending a river crossing...this looks like a good test of a general's mettle. I do not post in the cesspool because I like read about pond-scum, I post in the cesspool because I EAT pond-scum. (spirulina, and blue-green algae for all you non-hippies)

LOL! The den of vile iniquity never ceases to amuse. You ar all to be counted among the great jesters of yore who would defile and abase themselves before their king. Iskander-Kudos Ah! the joys of having been sucked into the cess. The core of my croda is surely all mucked up and corroded if not corrupted. There is only one appropriate therapy....WAR! To arms! Oh yeah almost forgot..... LEEO- Pull your head out and wipe it off. And stop sniffing the Elmer's, Spanky. It's clobberin' time! And. I want all your faculties to be fully alert for the experience of your extermination. Ah, better now.

Mensh-I have a game file from you and we shall shortly commence with the blood letting. I am good for two+ turns per day with updates on my victim's slaughter. LEEO-Your perfidiousness will not go unmolested. I will cut out your vile wormtoungue and use it as chum to lure great whites into the crosshairs of my harpoon. You will meet your demise with due alacrity. Stuka-After I finish sending the various pieces of your minion back to you in shoeboxes, you too shall be terminated with extreme prejudice. I enjoy stomping on ants. Bwa hahaha! BWA hahaha! BWA HAHAHAHAHA!!! Chrisl;-Please send my secret weapons and any appropriate instruciones a la address de cjpurdin@yahoo.com, por favor. Gracias. The rest of you can all nuff off.

I'll prod Hamsters/Meeks, but like I said, the man is extremely busy as of late and may therefore become lax in his posting duties as such. Give him a break, man. Now go away or I will taunt a second time....silly English knnnnnniggets.

Thanks for the sponsorship Chrisl. My own interest is in finding worthy opponents upon which to hone my battle skills. I'm not sure who is a knight and who is a squire. I'd like to play anyone who is currently playing or recently played my cousin, Elijah Meeks. He beats me almost every time, but not by much. We compare notes, and he has taken on some of my favorite opponents already, too. However, there is one particular knave who needs a bit of straightening out here..... Stuka--AKA penis-breath--No, no, no, sir you have it all wrong. It's Meeks who thinks that you are barely tolerable...kinda like a recurrant poison ivy infection that one enjoys scratching. But, I still think that you are as dumb as toast. You have the intellect of a bruised marsupial, and I suspect that, like most Aussies, you enjoy the occasional mugwumping of a sheep or two in the backyard when no one is looking. You are a scurvy, Limey, Penal-implant, living on a primitive desert island lost somewhere in the nether regions of the Indian Ocean. I suspect this island to be somewhere near, and akin to, MADAGASCAR, or perhaps closer in proximity and in level of cultural refinement to TASMANIA. We here in the civilized areas of the world give your little atoll about as much thought as King George gave to a boil on his ass, in fact, Austrailia IS a boil on the ass of the world, wayyy down on the bottom. I don't think that humans were actually meant to live there...leave it for the lizards and the dingos, I say. If there were any justice, a typhoon would conjure up a real tsunami tidal-wave to cleanse the place of all the riff-raff. Then we could make something useful out of it as a destination for rich American tourists. We might even inhabit the place with people who don't try to speak the King's English as though they had a mouthful of 'roo and had just quaffed seven Fosters. Q: What's the difference between yogurt and Austrailia? A: Yogurt has an active culture. That's about it though, puss-wank.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pvt. Ryan: I gave more thought to the idea of having CM give more concealment to certain camo schemes. Even if there are different slots for various degrees or types of camo, there is no way for CM to know what camo scheme you have actually plugged into that slot. You could put a bright pink Tiger into the "highly camouglaged" slot and CM would treat it just the same as an ambush camo scheme. Also, for multiplayer, you would see the various camo schemes while your opponent will only see them if he has the same skins installed. But I still love the idea of multiple skins. We should also have left and right .bmp files for vehicles so there can be proper unit and serial numbers.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I don't see the problem with having the wrong skins, as long as you're simulating camoflage accurately. Just because I modify my skins so that all my Tigers are invisible and all the Shermans have beat up holes in their armor doesn't mean that my Tigers are invisible and the Shermans have worse armor (Is that even possible?), it just means I'm acting silly.

If you want to talk about CHEATING, consider how unfair you are to the AI to restart your game from your old save. Now that's cheating. The AI can't hit reset when you out-fox it. In the end your lousy attitude is cheating you out of a more accurate model of the vaugeries of war. You will lose more often when you play humans, as well, because you will have the idea that you can somehow have a gimmee or a do-over if you get unlucky. Think again pal. Try operating your tanks unbuttoned more often.

All you cesspoolianos need to lay off my cousin Meeks for a few because he is trying very hard to land a certain high-paying gig here in Oaktown. I lit a fire under his butt. So heap your abuse on me if you are not getting any turns for a short while. Consider that he is also being pulled asunder by the affections and the afectations of two very beautiful women who demand way too much of his time. He's young. He'll learn how to keep them in line eventually. Meanwhile, they are playing cat's meow with him as the string. I heard him threaten to join the Marines the other day...honest. He's way too cool for that fraternity. No offense to any jar-heads out there. I'm playing a very fun Wiltz against a nine-year Marine vet who lives in Saipan now. Both Meeks' and my dad served in the service for long times (10+ years). Why did he turn into a brown-shirted junior-nazi while I'm a tree-hugging, tofu-munching hippy...dunno...but he's not heavy, he's my cousin...much more like a brother since we grew up together. I started a new job two days ago...so I'm not really hip to post much any time soon. There are some very amusing characters on this Peng thread. I'd be happy to be sponsored as a squire by chrisl. Who do I have to annihilate to make it to knighthood? Lemmee at 'em...I'll murdalize 'em. Meeks told me that I just randomly picked out one of the guys he considers among the coolest of you to direct my taunts at, but that just makes it even better...in both of our opinions. So.......... Stuka, and all Aussies you suck platypus eggs on Easter Sunday in your Grandma's pink bonnet. Yeah!! Ah, that feltso good. Oops, I think I just posted in my pants...gotta go find a tissue...later.

Too busy leading a hectic life to taunt you a second time. You should realize that there are people out here who actually are literate and that don't need the aid of reference books to blow your very limited vocabularies out of the water like a 15-inch shell hitting a dinghy. Try reading, fellas. It will open up brave new worlds for you. There are more words than cum-pyoot-ur, ya know. One would have to guess not from the recent level of discourse around here... Also, it appears that Assies (ooops, I mean Aussies, forgive my poor spelling, please) have a masturbatory fixation, as all of their taunts seem to go back to that juvenile, hackneyed theme. Grow a volcabulary churlish knaves. Lastly, STUKA rides a jet black tricycle, and sucks his thumb. All in good fun, criminally illiterate, backward reprobates. I would taunt you more, but I have to keep up on my dozen+ pbem's, none of which involve the Peng posse, yet, but you'll get your comeuppance soon enough. Meeks is schooling me up. Now....I guess it's time to get back to the simpleton's 3rd grade level insults...have at... -------------------------------> ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song [This message has been edited by harpooner (edited 04-05-2001).]

Hamsters is a gerbil....Bwa-ha-ha ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song