rammer4250

I am getting so frustrated. I can't even edit existing maps with color. I have tried to follow the above using IMF viewer and then paintshop but every time I try, the background turns blue when saving. Also I would like to try and make maps from scratch. Anybody have any tutorials? I know there is a clear map in the repository but how was even that map made? Any help from the experts would be much appreciated. Ron

Louch I found the problem. Somehow my sound drivers got porked but I didn't notice it because the sound was working for everything else. Thank you for your help though! Ron

I have a problem with the ingame sounds after loading the Marines Module. Everything plays OK such as music and background generic battle sounds but there is no sound from the engines or weapons or squad commands, etc. Anybody else experiencing this? I thought maybe some mods screwed this up so I reinstalled shock force and then the Marine Module and still the same. Ron

I didn't inhale! I swear I didn't!!!!

Battlefront I don't know if I am part of the silent majority or not. I am 49 years old and have been playing wargames since I was 9 or 10. I used to push cut out cardboard squares around an unchangeable map. That was fun believe it or not because I knew that that was the best there was at the time. I can't understand the constant whining for this or for that that goes on here, although at times I have benefitted from it (ha!ha!). All games that I have ever bought have constantly changed if they didn't die. Each and every time I paid for a newer or better version. I waited sometimes for years. Falcon 4 is a great example. I am still waiting for Fighter Ops to come out and I will keep on waiting. Oh well enough for the nostalgia. Battlefront has and probably will always be the cutting edge for computer wargaming in my opinion. If it doesn't have water now I know it will in the future. Even if it never does I will always buy the newest (and better than any other game on the market) product of Combat Mission. From the development of the game to the customer support Battlefront is by far the best company I have ever had the privilege to throw my money at. Thank you Battlefront from a 4 decade wargamer. Hi, my name is Ron and I am a Battlefrontaholic!

Geez, here all this time I thought I was a customer. I happen to like CMx1 and CMSF. How narcissistic am I?

Just follow the nearest blue "Hospital" sign to it's destination. Many, many experts to help you there.

Is this a tolerance test? I don't know who I can tolerate less. Either the thread starter or the people actually trying to talk to him in a rational manner. Would somebody please kick me in the gonads please. It would be less painful than reading this thread.

Merry Christmas from a white Christmas in Northern New York! And a Happy New year!

For the sheer enjoyment of shooting 4" S&W .357. Wish I had .44 though. For combat or tactical shooting Glock .45 GAP. Glock 9mm ain't bad either.

Did anybody just hear a soft, squishy sound? Michael </font>

Scorn, derision, and more scorn. Might want to read up on the concept, ramjob. You'll be getting a lot of it. </font>

Where is everybody? I challenge... I challenge... EVERYBODY! Come on fight! Put em up! Put em up! Bring it on like the acid thread of the Dragonriders of Pern. Bring it on like the arachnids of Starship Troopers. Bring it on like the girlscouts in Dodgeball. Now they were real men. Girlie-girls!!!!!!!

Seanachai And you've complained about my one-liners. Have you been following the thread the last few pages? Yawn! AwHHHHH! Passes out as head bounces off floor.

Sorry my good fellows. I guess my abscence has been conspicuous. A tale I must tell. As I sat upon the Adirondacks contemplating the meaning of life, licking my wounds, ruminating over the soul wrenching, undeserving insults visited upon the humble and lovable moi, I had a dream. Nay, a vision. I found myself a wee lad of eight splashing around what appeared to be a muddy pool. As I peered into the obscure, dark, menacing waters there appeared a bubble, a slight stir of the chocolate mess. At the same time, my eyes, wanting to avert the menacing goo, shot skywards, noticing a growing disturbance within the heavenlies. A deep, dark dread started to wrap it's putrid tentacles around me. All of a sudden, what started as a small bubble turned into a great agitation. Then this great beast arose out of the murky, swampish waters, ascending taller and taller. It was a nasty malodorous creature with three great heads, spitting forth venom, mucous and all that is foul. These three heads were named from the very bowels of hell and smelt of all that is unholy. The first great head was named Peng. It was mouthing forth obscenities. Obscenities that would grip your soul with disgust and loathing. Amongst this cacophony of obscenities one could hear whining. Whinings over some inconsequential detail that it's small mind, in all it's paranoia, would perceive. Oh please great sword, as like Van Gogh, cut off my ears, that I may never hear such blubbering again. The second great head was named Shaw. In a way it was even more frightful than the first, for though it appeared to be gifted with great intelligence, it surly was a cruel joke handed down from the gods. For it appeared to show great consternation over the most insignificant and mundane detail. It also had a great tongue that incessantly licked it's own foul wretched head. I could almost hear the laughter of the gods through the raucous sounds emanating from the swirling and ever darkening clouds. The third great head was named Emrys. This head was unlike the two great heads before it. For the most part it appeared non-threatening and tried to calm the others. But alas, it too, spit forth obnoxious little sayings that would cause instant insanity. The great beast, sensing it was among innocence, with eyes crazed over, licking it's hungry lips, thought "shirley this small morsel will be a delightful snack." As the dread and despair grew within, I sensed my mortal life passing by. It seemed hopeless as the three heads descended, mouths wide open, the stench of hell emanating therefrom. Suddenly a small voice could be heard from the inner corners of my mind. Upon hearing the words I lept forth and cut off the beasts protruding gonads screaming... SOD OFF YOU DOUCHEBAGS!!!!! [ November 14, 2007, 05:18 AM: Message edited by: rammer4250 ]