harpooner

Stuka--You make me puke! You sniveling, bollocks-sniffing, cowardly, no-load, pea-for-brains worshipper of French military culture. Your perdition cannot bring me much in the way of glory at this point. What glory is there in annihilating the weak and unsavvy? How can one take pleasure in the molesting of a half-wit? You must have been still-born, or struck too hard at birth, or perhaps you are the placenta itself trying to formulate thought on the forums without the benefit of a brain? It would seem so.... It takes more than the simplistic mewlings of an inbred twit to pique my ire. I can tell already that you are not worthy of my lightest dander, but the lads must be told! All must hear of your pathetic and shameful cowardice! I will hound you and taunt you endlessly, until blood drips out of your ears like the thin gruel we all see spread on the pages of your posts. My little sister has bested better men than you appear to be, and she doesn't eat meat! She's a vegetarian! You should be relegated to the backwaters of gamedom for your ignorance of the ways of honor. Maybe that's how they do it in Australia, but here in the real world (not some backwards-ass third-world country on the edge of the hinterlands of Mesopotamia) we act like manly men. We rise to challenges like warriors. You see the sword of Damocles poised over your head, ready to lop it off, who can blame you for fleeing in terror like a base WWII Italian static troop militaman. I can! And I will! You, my good sir, are a putz and a dweeb, and you lick Gollums feet with your sad drivel. Your juvenile retorts leave me gasping in astonishment at their simplemindedness. Really, stop wanking, go catch a 'roo or a dingo or something and throw it on the barby. Eat something that will put some hair on your chest and make you grow some cajones. No juevos aqui, hombres. Maybe he's a hermaphrodite or something. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Sorry, Stuka, there's no room for tricycles in CMBO. Try modeling it in Barbie's Virtual Reality Playhouse, sucker. Bwa-ha-ha!!!!! Stuka plays with Barbie dolls...Bwa-ha-ha! Whatta rube! *snicker* -----------------------------------> ------------------ "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 04-04-2001).]

All your base are belong to Peng! All seats are made out of genuine corpse now. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Challenge accepted, Mensch. And I will deliver your reward if you win. Make all the neccesary arrangements. I'll play on a mud-swamp island archipelago in the snow and fog. I know no fear. I am THE HARPOONER1 (AKA Meeks' cousin. I am not him, in fact I hate hamsters.) Your topplement shall bring my greater glory Teutonic Knave. -------------------------------------------->

ACK, ACK, FEH SPLUTTER BLECH!!! A POX ON ALL YOUR HOUSES!! FREE SCOOBIE SNACKS FOR ALL WHO BEAT ME...DELIVERED BY MY VOLUPTUOUS BLONDE GYMNAST/YOGA INSTRUCTOR GIRLFRIEND! (AND A TWOMP OF N CAL PRIMO HYDRO INDICA COLAS THROWN IN FOR GOOD MEASURE) you are a mewling puss-spewing flagellant tosser if you don't email me an ME setup! BWa-ha-ha Bwa-ha-ha...I have the renowned and feared Meeks kibitzing (interfering actually) over my shoulder. You are doomed! DOOMED! I say! Bwa-ha-ha Bwa-ha-ha Bwa-ha-ha-ha! ----------------------------------> ------------------ [This message has been edited by harpooner (edited 04-04-2001).]

I know, I know, I spelled brilliant wrong...laugh if you must I gotta stop posting at 2:00AM...I'm going to get myself into trouble like this. -----------------------------------------------------> ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

STUKA--Aww, did I offend your delicate widdle sensiblities? Po' 'iddle baby, let me try again. You seem like the type of anal-retentive poi-for-brains mucker who stays at home stuffing envelopes for a living while you gripe to your mum about the declining quality of the programing on daytime network television. My rapier wit has diced up more brave men than you could count up on ten abaci...brillient men who could have predicted the moment of your final postal implosion down to the exact nano-second. Take some Ex-lax before all of your feces backs up into your cranial cavity and sends you careening down the road in an orgiastic fit of blind, querulous wailing. Your sad commentaries fade into dust beside my viperine vituperations. Get out in the sun and get a bit of excercise before you ossify, Mac. I can smell your brain atrophying from over here. It's the flagitious fragrance of the brain-dead. You would surely wilt before tasting the mettle of my most sanguine rant. My sublime soliloquy of enmity would only zoom past your tiny two-watt transistor of a brain. I could leave you gasping for rejoinder like a toad in a bucket struck by a fat man with a baseball bat. Pick on an entity with a wattage close to your own...like a chronically inbred brontasaurus whelp. Churlish knave! you are not worhty of the skewer of Ahab's shish-kabab. You would assuredly go down faster than a pint of warm Guiness in the hand of a Kiwi rugger prop. If you grow tired of hitting home-runs in the tee-ball league, I may deign to school you in the manly arts. You won't last too long in fast-pitch, son. Molten pixelated lead shells are hard to field, especially by puss-dribbling, feltch-sucking, donkey-shagging wankers like yourself. Take up the gauntlet or suffer the ignominy of knowing your true place in the new pecking order, Private. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Quiet, not quite, it is not rhyming if you use the same word and it's 'unto', not 'onto'. [This message has been edited by harpooner (edited 04-03-2001).]

I have to mention that while watching hamsters/meeks respond to a dozen or so pbem games, I only observed one battle where he was not winning handily. He is damn good...BUT someone is dicing him up with a Stuart(!) at the moment. By the way, I beat him yesterday...but he wreaked a terrible revenge for it on me today. All glory is fleeting. If you cannot stand a sting, Do not put your hand into a scorpion's nest. -Attar of Nishapur ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

*kick* "ouch" *kick* "ouch!" *KICK!* "OUCH! Hey stop it already! I'll play you again, but only if I can sleep with your ex-girlfriend, deal? Alright! Game on! Hamsters smells of elderberries in the morning...it's pretty gross ...I'm not saying he's unclean or anything....but you can hear the fleas crawling on his nuts. ---------------> --------------> ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Git this, bitch... I'll blow you up so good your whole country will grovel at my feet and beg me to become their supreme dictator for life. Then, when I refuse, they will offer to vote you out of office and try you as a war criminal for your criminally negligent impersonation of a field commander. Your topplement will be my greater glory. All your bases are belong to Peng...Bwa ha ha! But, enough of this petty name calling. Put your gun where your git is and line up your soldiers in a tight little formation so that my big gun can have its way with them and not waste too much ammo. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

I am a Bhuddist Rastafarian Agnostic who likes to blow things up for fun. I need to affirm my religious fervor by defeating you in pitched combat if I can. Twenty-six years living in Santa Cruz would warp anyone's mind into a twisted hulk of resinous croda-spewing basura. I need carnage to sooth my grist and fuel my angst, matey. Email me to meet quick death from the skies. ------------------ "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 04-02-2001).]

My gamey cousin says that this is the surest way to open up a can of whoop-ass on myself and has STRONGLY advised me against posting on the Peng thread. Well come an' git me ya bunch a mealy headed worm-eating, arsenic-swilling, hispanically sublimnable elderberry eaters. I live for war! I am a piece loving hippie, and I've got two CASES of whoop-ass waiting for you right over the crest of that ridge. Here, kitty kitty....Come test the veteran newbie. Your death is assured. All your base are belong to.....ME!! Ahhahaha Ahhhahahaha Bwa ha ha! you poor unsuspecting bastardos. Attomized bits of Croda dripping from the burnt out hulks of your AFV's. Your men's bodies strewn about the battlefield like morning dew on the grass, etc., etc... Come and get me coppers! I ain't afraid of nothin', see? Ahhh...the joys of inflicting destruction! The air will be thick with the fog of your troops blood spraying. I kill like Reality. ------------------ "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 04-02-2001).]

Does anyone play this game for ranking, as in an official wins-losses tabulation? Has this been discussed? I know that Case's Ladder would be happy to add another game to their web page. There are other, newer ladders looking for popular games to add to their menus, and they have better systems that aren't weighted toward the players that play the most games. Does anyone else think it adds a level of excirement to worry that one might lose "points" and ranking levels when a battle is won or lost? I tend to think that serious wargamers of the type that migrate to games like CMBO are more honorable than your average 14 year-old twitch reflex Quake player. I'd like to believe that we would consistently report our losses. I haven't seen it to be much of a problem for other ranked on-line wargaming communities. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Does anyone play this game for ranking, as in an official wins-losses tabulation? Has this been discussed? I know that Case's Ladder would be happy to add another game to their web page. There are other, newer ladders looking for popular games to add to their menus, and they have better systems that aren't weighted toward the players that play the most games. Does anyone else think it adds a level of excirement to worry that one might lose "points" and ranking levels when a battle is won or lost? I tend to think that serious wargamers of the type that migrate to games like CMBO are more honorable than your average 14 year-old twitch reflex Quake player. I'd like to believe that we would consistently report our losses. I haven't seen it to be much of a problem for other ranked on-line wargaming communities. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Small scenarios are the best. I also like to play all infantry scenarios. That way your squad level tactics really come in to play. The superior tactician is rewarded and it's less of a dice roll to see who has the last tank. I prefer 300-600 point battles, they rule. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

very cool....I love my cousin's computer...it rocks! Geforce to the max baby! ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

It is unfortunate that the intolerant Nazi's co-opted a lovely Native American symbol and left it tainted with the smell of their racist philosophy. We are left to ponder whether we are offended by the symbol or what it recently came to represent. A symbol is not evil, but the Nazi's surely were. I'd prefer not to play with the mods that use the swastika. Not just because I'm a liberal PC hippie granola-cruncher, but also because I don't want to offend my Jewish friends who also love this game. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

My grandfather landed at Utah Beach. He told me and my cousins lots of war stories. I've been playing wargames since my dad taught me to play Risk and Blitzkrieg and Stratego when I was 6 years old. Wargames rule. It's a fun, mind-stretching hobby. It's interactive. TV sucks, (except for The History Channel). It's definately cultural at this point. WWII was, and is still, a culturally unifying event. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Wierd things should happen. War is hell and men panic. Crews would have been reluctant to perform a command which was counter to their training snd the intended purpose of their equipment. It's always a crapshoot when MBT's duke it out. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

Be one with the battlefield. ------------------ "So be cheery, my lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!" -Nantucket Song

LMG teams are the cheapest german unit and can make good scouts. They tire easy, and they die pretty easy but they can lay down decent counter fire much better than a sniper