White4

The Bumps at Toko-Ri. Update-WHite4 vs Walker- can I hold for 7 more turns?

Wow..I just squeaked by Ricochet! Definetely interested in continuing with a play-off of some sorts. Congrats to all my section 2 opponents, all were great guys, very prompt and responsive with the turns, and I had a blast trading the taunts, propaganda, and comments back and forth!

Walker vs White4 Both games are progressing nicely! However, Walker has an ace up his sleeve by promising Swiss chocolate to my wife if she "Accidentally" destroys key units! I might be able to fight my CM opponents, but to deny my wife chocolate..

Badda BUMP! Any word on the results, or am I pushing Treeburst to the brink?

My kudos to Leta, who fought brillantly in Round 2, causing me much hair loss. WALKER , the file for round 3 is enroute to you. Good luck and lets get it on!

La Bump Nikita BTW, when is the start for round 3?

CasaBUMPa

Wow, I gotta stop hitting those singles bars and get into soccer! Any all-girl teams, or better yet, bikini leagues?

Bump from page 3! Any way of finding out when we will know who made it to round 2? BTW, fun reading with the AARs. Its interesting to see the different strategies, initial perceptions, and even the similiarities between the players moves.

Treeburst155, I hereby request a copy of everyone's AARs. I need something to read at work!

AAR for Rabbits Foot (done already!) spoilers below!! - - - - - When the flying monkeys drop on turn 7, be sure to use the tinman's oil on your halberds BEFORE you engage in hand to hand. In addition, that flamethrower must be put out, or you can get no better than a draw.

AAR for Rabbits Foot arrgh double post! [ March 05, 2002, 04:17 PM: Message edited by: White4 ]

There IS an explanation. Its the image of Britney on all those Pepsi cans. Toran was distracted, and you can't concentrate on CM while being distracted like that, and so...

Ah...Rabbits Foot ready soon...so, Leta, we will soon see who's side the Rabbit is on.. (I have this overwhelming urge to quote Khan from ST II, but I can't make it make sense!) :mad:

Thanks guys! Its not as humorous as my usual stuff, but the old guys just didn't inspire much humor, just exasperation.

Give and Take, White4 (german)vs Leta (canadian). Hans wiped his red and swollen hands on his smock. The snow was still falling in the woods, muffling the slow tramping shuffle of the grandpas. He shook his head ruefully. "Hey! You hold a Schmisser THIS way. Gott in Himmel!" The oldster peered at him through blearly eyes, still akwardly holding the submachinegun by the barrel. "Look grandpa, if you shoot that thing, pull the trigger you understand, the barrel will get hot and your hand will feel it. Ok?" Wordlessly the grey haired man pulled away and joined the masses tramping wearily through the forest, and soon disappeared in the snow. Reflexively, Hans clicked the safetly on the Schmisser. Woodenly, he turned and followed the old man, still shaking his head. It had been only two hours before that he had been leading this battalion down a roughly plowed road into town. Schmidt had scrounged up these grandfathers and swiftly armed them. If they remembered thier time in the Great War, Schmidt made them officers. An advance guard had been rushed into the town while Hans finished organizing the battalion. As they marched off, word came in that the advance guard had made contact. The Canadians were swiftly moving from building to building, seeming impervious to the fire of the advance guard. Within the first seven minutes, the Canadians had wiped out the defenders of the roadblock by concentrated fire from four buildings. Hans led the old men at a run into the village. He intended to try and stall with the first, now tired, company while the rest came up fresh. The oldsters took up positions among the trees and a wooden building by the roadblock. Panting, they watched as the remnants of the advance guard flee from the canadians. Immediately the oldsters came under accurate mortar and rifle fire. Several immediately fled, only to be cut down in the street by the Canadians. But somehow he rallied them to stay. Most didn't fire back, but cowered in the corners of the building. He cursed, he screamed, but they refused to listen. His radio man had come over then and told him that the Canadians were trying to flank his position to the south towards the church. Hans shouted one last curse at the cowering grandpas and ran to the mansion. "You, you,you and you, come with me." Bewildered, the second companies' first platoon followed him into the church. "You are to hold this building at all costs." A thunder of gunfire came from the canadian positions. Outside, Hans could see the fleeing knots of conscript grandpas scattering into the slowing advancing reinforcements. He grabbed the radio. "Schmidt, get those men up here. The Canadians are all over the place." "But Major, they are tired, a lot of them have already fallen out on the approach march, and-" "I don't care! Bring them up and they can rest in the positions that they will die in!" He tossed the microphone back the the radio operator. Outside, the canadians contented themselves with shooting up the church with rifles. To the north, vague shapes of the canadians flitted from house to house, trying to surround the fearful defenders. The mansion was teeming with conscripts, some fleeing the roadblock, some firing back at the Canadians, all of them tired. He walked out behind the mansion, telling the new arrivals to hide in place, and rest up. He had a vague idea of using them for a counter attack. Thats when the first explosion hit him. A fresh wave of panicked grandpas ran by. "Panzer!" "Panzer!" Hans quickly ran to a corner and looked around. A Sherman was parked about 150m away, casually shelling the mansion. He could see the tank commander sipping tea while he shouted down to his gunner. Hans jerked back around the corner, yelling as he went. "Everybody out! Schnell, schnell, into the courtyard or behind the mansion! Move! Move!" He grabbed the radio man and yanked out the microphone. "Schmidt! Where are the panzerschreck crews?" A pause, an enternity, while the ground shuddered and men died.. "Sir, they are still back in the woods, they are going as fast as they can, sir-" Hans clicked off. "We are lost." The radio buzzed and cracked. "Major! I have found a flammen-halftrack, and I am sending it your way!" Hans leaped to his feet. The day could still be his! Quickly he told the half track to make best speed for the church and burn the building to the west of it. Hans looked up in time to see the north west corner of the mansion disappear into a billowing cloud of debris. There were only a few men left. Behind him the officers were trying to rally the desperate, tired men. He looked south again as the roar of the halftrack's diesel reverberated through the town. A wash of flame appeared beyond the church. Men cheered, and Hans moved among them, pushing them upright and forcing them to look. "We will win! Pick up your gun! Move!" Hans gestured to the radio man. "Tell the halftrack to move back behind the church and then up behind the mansion- the tank will be coming after it." "Jahwohl, Major." The radio man stepped back to his pack as the rhymic clank of tracks came down the street. Thats odd, thought Hans, why would the Sherman come down here? The heat wave knocked him off his feet as the ground erupted in flame. Shrieking torches resembling men danced around Hans as he covered his face with his hands, the instinctive training forcing him to roll, roll until he bumped up against the mansion's outer wall. The pain flooded over him, and he forced his hands into the snow. Looking up, he saw a Sherman without a turret hosing the nearby buildings with flame. Dimly he could see a trembling pair of old men methodically fire panzerschrek rounds at the Sherman. None hit. The flamethrowing Sherman rolled closer, and engulfed the panzerschrek team with fire. Hans crawled away. Dazed, he watched as the flammen halftrack nosed around the woods and stop. Idly he noted the worn tracks spinning off the sprocket wheel as the mud churned up under the half track. The squeal of rubber padded tracks announced the presence of the Sherman as it nosed its cannon around the trees and leveled on the halftrack. Hans feverently wished the halftrack would trigger its flamethrower, but the crew had just looked up from their thrown track when the Sherman fired. The explosion joined the roar of the burning town around him. He dropped his head into the snow. All the effort, all the pain, for nothing...

Ditto STOP Brain melting without CM STOP Must play Rabbits Foot now STOP

He tasks me...he leads by 17 points, but I will chase him round the moons of Orion and accross the Anteares nebula before I give up. Fire!

bruised and bumped...

I for one have a more pressing concern: Leta and I look like we will tie in Blood and Steel. This, of course, is unacceptable! So, instead of getting SuperTed all riled up about tourney scoring (you KNOW he can't count that high), I would like to distract him for a second. SuperTed, could you please apply a few seconds of scenario creation thought to this question: Given the fact that we want a fair scenario, involving tanks and stuff: What is the scenario that would most make you shudder? Something that perhaps leaks radioactivity? Something SMALLER than blood and steel? God help us, we've been doing 2-4 turns a day, and we are still only on turn 43 of 80, Letas just recieved his fourth set of reinforcements, the lines of burning tanks go for miles in all directions, wandering crews get lost and perish of thirst, my tanks are running low on AP ammo, I'm loosing my mind, and shermies are getting 2 shots with no reply from STUGs that have run out of gas, NOOOOOOOoooooooo.......

Well, in the case of my grandpas, the spark was lit early, and these old guys don't have the staying power of the younger ones. By the time the viagra arrived, they had already burnt out.

The Bumpinator

Not my grandpas! Some of them might qualify for the olympics in track and field.. Come on, you louts, Leta and I have already started the second scenario. And congratulations to Leta on the superb attack he did on my **DELETED** and those **DELETED**.

WOOT! Hey, SuperTed, when are you going to send out the 2nd scenario of the second round? Leta is almost done pasting..er, excuse me, handing me my hindquarters. The song going through my head is "The EXHAUSTED CONSCRIPT ROUT SHUFFLE"....

Very good replay value. Of course, turns that have a size of 2MB adds a bit of difficulty. BTW, its turn 27 out of 80, and I just want to say that I don't have enough tanks