Dave H

The Sherman Firefly. A Sherman that the German tanks avoid. The T-34, which was so far ahead of its time.

Axe, so sorry for your loss. You're truly fortunate that you were able to get to know your uncle. I have aunts and uncles and cousins still living who are little more than distant memories to me, and I know absolutely nothing about them. Death isn't the only separation that comes between people. Procrastination can separate us far more than death itself. Kitty, so you've kicked the Fiefdom habit too? I saw I finished in fourth place by population, which was pretty good considering I skipped the last two days. There are too many egos wrapped up in it now. Now that we've gotten that particular monkey of our backs, how about some angry, TNT-chucking CMAK instead?

Axe, I can't find a scenario anything like the situation you wanted. Does anybody else know of a Canadian vs. German battle along the Gustav Line, with about 1,000 points? If so, please send it to Axe or me, so I won't be a gamey setup holder any more. Queen YK2, the Fiefdom behavior you mentioned is far too typical. There are too many players who are very happy to throw away their own prestige (i.e. their only chance of winning) to spoil it for somebody else. Or maybe some of the real addicts are running several fiefs at a time. At this point nothing would come as much of a surprise. For a game it's gotten way too personal. So how about some friendly CMAK instead? Oh, by the way, I attacked Mike's fief myself, plus spying on it pretty regularly, since I knew he couldn't do anything with it.

Dear Emma, I already joined your alliance, handed over 2 million gold pieces, and quit the alliance, all in a single turn. By the way, my barbarians didn't run away, either. That must only happen at the end of a turn when you join. But anyway, what more do you want from me, woman?

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Whenever Fiefdom is up this thread shuts down. I like graemlins.

Neither. I think he's joined the General Forum posse.

To keep a unit from firing, set very short cover arcs. They will not engage any enemy units outside the arc. Ambushes are one of the main uses of the cover arcs.

Yes, Soddball, who jumps around just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease, Snarker and I have finished Inferno. There was great loss of life, and dozens of burning wrecks littering the battlefield. Most of the buildings in the town were on fire, too. It was a hard-earned victory for the Allies, who survived both the Axis and an amazingly inaccurate friendly bombardment directly on top of newly arrived reinforcements. Snarker made it really uncomfortable by attacking all over the map, from every direction. My biggest break was my infantry catching some of his armor in the narrow streets in town. :eek: :eek:

So there I was, perusing this thread about tactics, and I came upon posts by <font size=5>Seanachai</font size=5>, of all people? Is this some bizarro world, where JasonC is writing poetry in the <font size=>penguin</font size=1> threads? The only reason I could see for Seanachai to be here is that he saw the word "Gamey" in the title. In a current PBEM versus Keke, I found that a tank hunter team hidden in a foxhole close to a road will do an outstanding job on jeeps. Two submachine guns at less than 50 meters provided plenty of firepower. [ February 25, 2004, 02:46 PM: Message edited by: Dave H ]

Hi Maggots! A friend sent me this e-mail, and I laughed so hard I wanted to share them with you. Some of these I had seen before, but almost all of them made me laugh out loud. Analogies, Similes and Metaphors Found in High School Essays 1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. 2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. 3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. 4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef. (for Axe!) 5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. 6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. 7. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. 8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM. 9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. 10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup. 11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30. 12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze. 13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. 14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. 15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth. 16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. 17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River. 18. Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut. 19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do. 20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work. 21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while. 22. "Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her chest heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night. 23. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something. 24. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant. 25. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools. 26. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up. 27. She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword. 28. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser. 29. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. 30. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall. Hope you enjoyed them.

I always consider the source, and my expectations from an attorney aren't very high to begin with. It looks like I can't call you maggots any more, as they are the new superstars of medicine in the UK. Can the leeches be far behind?

<font size=5>Good Morning, Wafflers!!</font size=5> I'm back to work this fine morning and I just read the messages at the end of the previous thread. What can I say; you are the best! Quick update on Charlotte - she's still hanging on, much to my amazement. She's always been extremely hardheaded, and I guess she's not about to stop now. Her poor body is just wasted away - she looks exactly like a concentration camp survivor, little more than skin and bones. All the painkillers keep her sleeping most of the time, but when she awakes she's still lucid. She still smiles and laughs through the pain and the medication. :cool: :cool: I think I got all my CMAK turns out last night. Nevermind, I think I still owe you a CMBB turn. I'll get that out tonight. Let's see, what's happening in my games: Lurkur has my remaining armor in a horrendous crossfire from Panthers on one side and Nashorns on the other. For some reason the Shermans and scout cars aren't handling it well at all. Snarker and I have almost the entire Inferno map ablaze. My remaining flamethrowers are running on fumes, and we know flamethrowers always die before running out of ammunition. I suspect he's still got another attack left in him. Becket, the gamey maggot, has more Australian armor than I imagined ever made it to the Sahara. I let him talk me into a midnight scenario where my Germans are very spread out, and he's attacking individual squads with up to a dozen armored cars and infantry units. I've never seen so many yellow lines radiating from a single unit. :mad: The suave Teddy Windsor and I are engrossed in the Spaghetti Western scenario. I've made it to the big VL first, and now my Germans are digging in for the inevitable American artillery response. What will it be? 105 mm? 155 mm? 8"? Probably all of the above. Soddball and I are continuing to play test his scenario. So far the only damage I'm certain that I've inflicted has been a KO'd Stuart. In the meantime his Americans are dropping artillery everywhere, which isn't making my infantry very happy. He also has cloaked tanks, which shoot up my armor while never being seen. Keke has killed lots of German infantry with his uber-Americans and their Sherman and jeeps which can spot and target holes in the ground behind stone walls. The scattered remnants of my men seem to have him slowed for the time being. I did get his tank commander, who yelled so loudly that his parents probably heard him. Of course, he probably has artillery on the way, too. Mike and his New Zealanders are making life miserable and short for my Germans. Of course, the Luftwaffe has done more than its share of killing my paratroopers, too. I sacrificed a lot of good men taking out antiaircraft guns, so naturally the Luftwaffe showed its gratitude by bombing my men!! GRARGHRARRGHRARG!! :mad: :mad: Nevermind and I are mired in a swamp somewhere in the Soviet Union. So far, no Germans have dared show their faces to my uber-Soviets. I'm afraid that when they do appear my men will all break and run - immediately.

Quick note to everyone waiting on a turn. My wife's business partner Charlotte is literally on her death bed. After 10 years of battling cancer, she has finally been worn out. We're spending all of our time with her and her family, so it may still be a couple more days before I can get back to CM. She held out for as long as she could, but her pain is so severe that she started taking morphine last night. I'll be very surprised if she survives the weekend. Thanks for understanding and being patient.

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So did those old geography books still show Canada, Australia, South Africa, and India as colonies, too? Was central Africa still "unexplored"? What about your history books? Was Napoleon too recent to be mentioned? Did your science books mention gravity, or that the earth orbits the sun?

I believe I saw on his web site that he was actually from Iowa. Hmmm...this little mix-up causes me to wonder how students from outside the US would do identifying the 50 states. As well as American students identifying nations in Europe or Africa or Asia? :confused: :confused: :confused:

As best as I can determine, neither was from Indiana. R. Dean Taylor did write the song "Indiana Wants Me", which wasn't necessarily true. :eek: :mad: (edited for grammar) [ February 20, 2004, 01:21 PM: Message edited by: Dave H ]

Yes, that's Batesville. I think it is apropos because that town is in the southeast corner of the state, close to both Kentucky and Ohio. If all of you non-Hoosier residents of both states would please go ahead and croak, we'll be glad to provide caskets to bury your worthless remains. I'm sure they'd be glad to ship caskets to Minnesota, Florida, Pennsylvania, California, Canada, England, and even Finland for the rest of you, too.

Sniff. This is so touching. Like Dorothy said, "There's no place like home." Oh, and Seanachai, I've kept my sanity by knowing that, whatever the down side of the places I've lived, at least it's never been Minnesota, you worthless <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> maggot.

GRARGHRARRGRGHRARRGHRAR!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: It's the evil clone, my nemesis from my first Cheery Waffle PBEM! What have you done with the one true MTW? Is he even now floating in a vat of cheap wine somewhere in Northern California? :eek: :eek: :eek:

Yes it is. I'm currently procrastinating on that, too. As long as there aren't any Canadians! Or will we have to send Conan O'Brian and Triumph back for another visit to the Great White North? PS

<font size=5>Good Morning, Maggots!!</font size=5> Okay, I've been a little lax in getting turns back. Why, some of you have been waiting since Tuesday, for heaven's sake! This evening I'll be trying to catch up.

My good man, I'm currently a resident of the small city of Jeffersonville, Indiana. It's located directly across the Ohio River from Louisville, Kentucky. I haven't claimed that book was great literature. It simply has a lot of information which I hadn't heard before. A 500 year-old gnome like you probably already knew everything in it, but somehow my education overlooked almost all of it. Reading it just dumped a load of new facts (or "facts??") into my lap, and I was hoping to find other readers I could talk to about it.

Who knew gnomes could read? I'm guessing he's mad because there weren't any pictures for him to color. Let's see what some judicious editing can accomplish with this review. Seanachai sez "That book was, without a doubt, one of the ... pieces ... I've read in many a long decade. ...writing, ...characters, ... plot-line ... ripped ... from ... writings like 'Holy Blood, Holy Grail' ..." Wow, sounds great, maybe I'd better read it again! I'll put Seanachai down as "undecided".