Yeknodathon

[And in a dark, dank, musty and fetid corner of the paddock one can hear the repeated thwack of carrot on Coleoptera amid heavy panting and the odd collision of hoof on exposed mandible] Don't mind me... I'm just tenderising me tea *sigh* [stops a while to inspect the smashed remains] Oh, reminds me of AussieJiffyBag *thwack* *thwack* *thwack* Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

Oh... the chapter on retreating should be good... one can never retreat too much with rapid-firing Nobbits and.. eerrr... ahem... certain wolves crossing me line of sight. See, I'm very slow releasing me *honk*. It makes a difference. I'm not sure how, but it does. Oh, well... bother Yeknod

There was an Olde one called Joe .... Who had 14 wives doncha know.... When the evening got lively

Please don't do that, for it will surely spell DEATH.... D E A T H, D E A T H... Village People.. pathetic Yeknod [ December 01, 2002, 04:12 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[And from a sun-starved corner of the paddock, behind the compost heap, something grey and heavy peers through the steaming gloom] *sniff* of course, mincing is much more preferable to poncing (one cannot ponce with a fungal infection)... and although four pedal extremities defy humanity one *sniff* cannot offer the assertion that this is "simple". Indeed, one's defiance of humanity is complex and, not unlike me BFC tactical AI, me pedals will retreat, for no apparent reason, while coming across a Nobbit's rear or flanks. This is most bothersome. As for this Insomnia. Pah! A fluesy, a bint and trollop to keep yer awake to the early hours... one can only wince at this sordid affair... *sniff* most unpleasant. Bards most have standards and such slippage should require a firm remand. Bard... please ascend from yer limitations and attend me presence. I have need for some scratching. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

This is my pet driver. I pissed him off so that he'd snarl and show his teeth. Yeknod

Driver to Woody Allanovic: Can I confess something? I tell you this because as an artist, I think you'll understand. Sometimes when I'm driving on the road at night, I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast, I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly head on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion, the sound of shattering glass, the flames rising out of the fueling gasoline. Yeknod

[and from the deeper recesses of a large bush shuffling is heard among some muttering] *sniff* I can see a rhinoceros Yeknod [ November 24, 2002, 04:44 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Or, to quote T. S. Eliot: "Man's life is a cheat and a disappointment; All things are unreal, Unreal or disappointing; The Catherine wheel, the pantomine cat, The prizes given at the children's part The prize awarded for the English Essay, The scholar's degree, the statesman's decoration. All things become less real, man passes From unreality to unreality..." *sniff*... pathetic, bloody well asking for it, I say. Yeknod

Playing against AI with Patch 1.01 and give Soviets 10% ammo supply. If I play Soviets this is confirmed on thier display stats. If I play Axis, when game ends Soviet stats show ammo levels greater than 10% (so AI gets full or near full ammo load?). Can anyone confirm? Alex [ November 24, 2002, 09:22 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Well, yer see, I was thinking... Crate of wine... Wine unpacked... Empty crate... Spare Justicar... Crate shipped backed to S. Africa... they've got experience with rhinos and tranquilisers so would be well prepared. Yeknod [ November 24, 2002, 04:35 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Can we give 'im away, too? Yeknod

We just need yer wine... give us yer wine. Yeknod [ November 24, 2002, 03:31 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Just a thought, Madmatt Errm... possiblity of letting modders resolve the vehicle texture deficit? Not that I'm proposing a community of Bohemian artistic license and questionable descent to moral corruption in the pursuit of the noble Stug... well, okay, I am... *backs away with deferential bowing* Alex

Fibre? Eh? Did someone metion fibre? *sniff* ... I can tell yer that me diet, me days, me years are taken up with fibre and it aggravates me bowels and induces a certain sense of impending doom. And thats the sort of extreme fibre not yer mass-produced, synthetic sic fiber as distributed by yer multi-national fast-food franchises and secret trans-national government organisations. *sniff* Give 'im a potato or wholesome turnip to play around... should keep the little sprog amused. Yeknod

Yeah, I wanted to be Uberpanzersuppetruppeunterbadassfuher88mm/L71_875m/sTungstenMofo, but it was taken. Had to settle on this lame non-German name.</font>

I don't suppose it comes with thistles? Didn't think so. Yeknod

Such a large gun you have there, Seanachai. Do you have a bit of Yeknod in you? Or perhaps it's just a rather spectacular hemmorhoid.</font>

This is an example of safe sex being practiced. Mace</font>

Gordon Thank you. Your work is always on the screen when playing CM! Alex

Exactly. And probable lack of petroleum jelly. Its yer Darwin, see, lack of adaption to yer environment and not enough genes to remove yer screw-top jelly petroleum jar and ..... phhhhht. Extinction. *sniff* I wouldn't want THAT sort of headgear. Yeknod [ November 19, 2002, 09:18 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

..or banana sandwiches! Mace</font>

[thinks some more while chewing a very dry stick] ... petroleum jelly... one can't have enough petroleum jelly in these situations. Yeknod [ November 19, 2002, 05:32 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

*sniff* errrrrrrrrr.... errrrrrrrr... Me Lady.... the vulture... [thinks a bit] Tranquilised? Or was it willing? Yeknod