rleete

Get someone (a split squad?) up there to take a couple of shots back, but not too near the HQ, and also not in LOS of the MG nests. And, I may be an idiot, but I'm not a newbie and I usually don't rampage...

Really? Do you have any sources for that? I'm sure JasonC could write pages (even more boring than Seanachai) on the subject, and he'd have sources. I'm sure you'll want to check... Ooohh, what's that shiny thing? Can I drink it?

Ha! Confused at least one of the natives!

Bumping this, just because it isn't locked yet, and to confuse the natives. Oh, and Hi, Mom!

I DO NOT HAVE A BIG BUTT! Swelled head, maybe...

Gamey? Have you ever played Mensch? Now that's gamey.

Pffft. Professional, he says. For what we get paid, Gyrene's lucky I don't crash the whole server. (does it look better now?)

Sure. Hold this piece of paper. Yes, that's right, directly in front of you. No, just ignore the concentric circles, I was just doodling. Boo, fetch me a crossbow, please? Man, this UBB still screws me up. [ March 12, 2005, 01:28 PM: Message edited by: rleete ]

Actually, in your case it should be: "beg, lad".

Yeah, yeah. I'm going. Hey, quit pushing! A pencil? Man, that's harsh.

Be glad you aren't panzerleader. I think that was the one. They took his yarbles, and he was forever prohibited from starting a new thread. Pissed him off, and made him show his teeth, it did.

Ooooh, she called me "dear". I'm all a fluttery now. (better go find that box, right Ms. Moraine?)

What ya asking me for, then? I'll be happy to cheer and deride the condemned, though. Spitting and throwing of rotten fruit (no, not that kind, Speedy) is encouraged, right? And it's about time we had proper law in these here parts...

Can we still have the execution?

If our newly minted Sheriff starts a new MBT, and we all flock to that one and leave the other one to hang, Mr.Baldie will be along to lock it, soon enough.

The dolt numbered them. In order. Sheesh. Elvis must be fuming.

Hasn't learned to count, yet. Can we revoke his privileges? How 'bout just an execution, then?

Yes, mom. Smug? More like bent under the weight of neverending responsibility. If it really was you, then I ought to have you hunted down and tortured: no sleep for the wicked. What I ought to send you is a bill for child support, you bastard. [ March 12, 2005, 10:22 AM: Message edited by: rleete ]

Too quiet over there.

No. Degenerate types are not allowed near the jar.

You are either crazier than I imagined, or you need glasses very, very badly. Probably both.

Kilt? Only Scots (and some Kanucks) wear dresses, boyo.

No. Would you like to see? You can kiss it, while you're at it.

It isn't a beer gut (sadly). It's a "sit on my ass all day at work, and drink far too much coffee with far too much sugar in it" gut. But I work really fast!

There are those of us that actually eat breakfast, as opposed to just drinking our way through the day...