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Try doing a trick with the game file....if you are capable.

Like rig it so you'll win? I don't think that's possible.

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And I just saw Elvis Presley walking his dog...

I didn't know he could do yo-yo tricks.

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Seanachai was supposed to come over tonight for donuts and cigars.

 

He chose, instead, to go to Beni Hana's for a little girl's birthday dinner.

 

I was distraught, until Berli called and chatted with me about Hugo awards.  He was finishing up a security stint at a Hmong wedding a few blocks away, but was on 3 days straight with 3 hours of sleep, and chose to crawl home instead of coming to my place and watching a movie about a runaway train.

 

Abandoned by Seanachai and Berli, I took to my cups and cigars and Tony Scott movie, then I remembered the Strawberry Shortcake Ben & Jerry's Berli had left here last year when he house/pet-sat Joe the Cat and Sam the Dog for me while I was at Seanachai's cabin in Canada, from where Dorosh hails.

 

I checked the date, and I ate some.

 

And I can't think of any more names to drop, but the bottom line is, more of the Olde Ones have left their ice cream and insults at MY house than any of yours.  Even Olde Foul Joe has crossed my threshold.

 

Basically, I'm pretty cool.  Chicks dig me.

I recall the time I crashed (by phone only,,, I didn't want to have to get shots) one of your parties. You were an inarticulate lout.

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I have been getting many positive reactions on the cap sburke has been wearing.

That's just the many voices in your head clamoring for attention again. Ignoring your multiple psychosis again, Bubbeleh? Shame on you.

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Finally...UPDATES!!

 

Boo Radley is attacking my Canadian held village.  My poor Canadians, armed with Enfield rifles, PIATS and Vickers machine guns (I didn't realize that CM had a WWI module) are bravely holding off Panthers, Stugs, 75MM support half-tracks, heavy artillery and what appears to be an invisible tank.  I would argue an unbalanced scenario, but my greatest joy is watching him sit outside of the village with his impenetrable Panthers for over half the game waiting for I don't know what...a platoon of Hitler Youth could have over run me.

"Impenetrable Panthers"? Those must not be the ones you holed early in the game with your nasty AT guns.

And CM must have thought the tracks on StuGs were over-modeled because I've had TWO of them go lame after going through wooden fences.

Wooden fences.

 

You know what you call a lame StuG?  A target.

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And nincompoops worldwide, rise in protest...

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Here's the thing - no possible good can come from knighting you. This is understood.

But, you've been a squire for some time now, freely abusing the power of the position, fighting various nobodies in pissant, pusillanimous, pas de deuxs.

Time to put down the piss-bucket, I say. Where's Boo? How do we make this thing happen? (May God forgive me.)

It's up to that nasty old Joe Shaw. And with his track record and swiss cheese-like memory, it's probably nothing we need worry about in the near future.

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Good grief!

Seanachai staggers in (AGAIN!), pants around his ankles, reeking of Absinthe and Aqua Velva, holding half a pineapple with a paper umbrella hanging out of it and immediately begins to give orders!

Have I gone back in time? 

Is it suddenly 2002 or thereabouts?

 

Ah... wait.  Not to worry. Much like Joe Shaw, Seanachai will no doubt wander back out and we won't see him for another six months or two years.

 

But I would still like to know what's happened to Emrys.

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I wish I had his Email addy, but I don't.

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He hasn't been around for about a month. Any idea what happened?

[Calling Michael Emrys]

Actually, where is Michael? I haven't seen him posting in quite awhile.

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Agh!!, the Story Teller has graced us with a rare appearance, wot happened old duck did your kayak spring a leak?, or have green gangs banned you from paddling along the laughing waters of Minnehaha, because of all the carbon emissions flowing from that ever flapping gob of yours?

 

Its nice to know that you are still drawing breath and haven't yet killed yourself with alcohol, although I'm sure you are trying very hard.

Yeah, yeah, yeah... whatever. You owe me a turn, errant former Squire of mine.

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WHERE'S THE GORRAM JUSTICAR?!

You got me and I'm probably ALL the Justicar you can count on around here.  Oh, sure... Joe will stagger in here eventually, maybe, and drone on and on and on and on about he's "the beloved Justicar for life, blah, blah, blah, ad infitum", but actions speak louder than words (unless I guess if they're really, really quiet actions and overly stentorious words, which really, is about all you ever get from Joe, I mean really, is it asking too much for him to just pipe the feck down occasionally?) and my actions are that I'm here and he... aint.

 

I have stepped up and shouldered the responsibility while he has proven himself to be merely a dilettante.

 

So to him I say Bah and Feh!

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Yeah, that's Seanachai all right. There's not many who can bloviate to that length and breadth.

And for that we give thanks...

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There aren't enough Quatloos available to make me stop hating you all.

Even if I got footloose with Quatloos? What if I threw in a Moose couscous with the Quatloos? We could have OGSF play Duck-Duck-Goose among the Quatloos. In a burnoose.

 

I call this "Nidan's Quatloos ala Dr. Suess".  Care to call a truce?

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You sure do like to throw around imaginary money, don't you, Daddy Warbucks?

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Who owns this one?  It seems a bit untrained.

 

5,000 quatloos that it is, in fact, untrainable.

dalem (Swine that you are).

As far as I know, no one owns this one because as hard as it may be to believe, some things are just too yucky to rescue from the Island of Misfit Toys.

After all, DDT has been outlawed for some time now...

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 PanzerMike, amazing the peasants. 

You can achieve all your goals if you set your standards low enough.

 

But you wrote the book on that.

 

And by "wrote", I mean scribbled with crayon through the puddles of drool.

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History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of Boo...

Once again you demonstrate to the gathered masses (or Mathered gasses... what would Jerry say!) that your versification is like fingernails on chalkboard. I'd rather liesten to OGSF recite selections from the phone book.

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I've been far too busy spanking my CM opponents around the battlefields with my obviously superior tactics.

 

Nidan1 is being unceremoniously dismantled unit by unit by my nasty old Nazis.

 

Speedbump thinks his TDs are well hidden, and in that, he is correct, because they are veiled behind the smoke pouring from their burning hulks.

 

Costard is only hanging on because he hacked the game and introduced a Tiger into the set up. But I will still prevail.

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My dear Emrys, for an old benign geezer you can be so rude! Perhaps you smelled too many cow turds when you wrote that?

No matter, I am glad you still stick around in these parts. This place just would not be the same without you. Really.

Benign?  Really?  Benign??? Maybe you should look that word up. I don't think it means what you think it means.

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.I was around as part of the scenery. 

 

Michael

And that's why it's called a slum, boys and girls.

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Speaking of car accidents....

 

UPDATES!!

 

Boo Radley is a gamey bastiche.  He hacked the game, giving his troops cloaks of invisibility.  He will pay...oh yes, he will pay...

 

Speedbump

I can understand how my guys would appear to be invisible when compared to your guys. My guys weren't running across open areas without cover fire.

You had 4 or 5 halftracks, which are like mobile machine gun nests and a freaking tank AND reinforcements and you couldn't wipe out a few Brit Paras?

You are so sad.

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In other news, 
 

Speedbump is having his reinforcements pull a gamey flag rush on me... over open ground.... against emplaced MGs. That should work out well.

 

Nidan, when he isn't AWOL, is having small pockets of his Allies do a creditable rear guard action against my jack-booted thugs. It is, like Nidan, annoying.

 

Costard's men use satchel charges to blow holes in back yard walls so they can then run around to the front of the building to gain entrance. I don't get it, either.

 

In any event, I shall dispatch all of my opponents with ease.

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Boo Radley's Brits sit in their foxholes and cry....

HAVOC as they let slip the dogs of war all over yo' ass.

 

You do realize that your halftracks are open-topped and that it's quite easy for my guys to toss grenades into them, don't you? Well... I mean, you do now, of course.

 

Nothing but net!