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Let it be known that the force of myself, represnting all things that could be mistaken for good, have put the Sspank-down on he who is unworhty of consideration.

Lorak, though lost in the wilderness you appear to be, scribe in the tome of destiny:

Leeo: Supercalifragilistic, glorious and inevitable WIN.

MrSpkr: expected and easily achieved LOSER.

Ok, ok, I had a minor victory. A lot of river crossing, and sneaking, and killing of he who neglected to survey the map prior to set-up. He deserved to lose, and I'm glad to give it to him (now you can have at him, bahaus, but I'm afraid you get sloppy seconds this time 'round).

I had hoped he'd have the cajones to post his humiliating loss himself, but, whatever.

Rack it up!

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[ 10-01-2001: Message edited by: Leeo ]

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by dalem:

So I tell you guys I'm moving to Minnesota, and, with all the warnings and jokes about snow and mosquitos and rabid folk singers, no one remembered to mention that there are centipedes here the size of steak knives???? Who the hell thought that was a good idea???

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I think those are from the drugs. If they don't go away when it gets cold then they're all in your head. If they're real then they'll probably have invaded your head by that point, anyway.

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by dalem:

So I tell you guys I'm moving to Minnesota, and, with all the warnings and jokes about snow and mosquitos and rabid folk singers, no one remembered to mention that there are centipedes here the size of steak knives???? Who the hell thought that was a good idea???

Hell, the last time I saw something that looked like a hairy magic marker it was an artist's reconstruction of some weird Phylum from the Burgess Shale.

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Ah, you're either in North Minneapolis, or actually living in St. Paul. Was the one you saw carrying the fruitbasket I sent you?

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Seanachai:

Ah, you're either in North Minneapolis, or actually living in St. Paul. Was the one you saw carrying the fruitbasket I sent you?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Hell's bells, it was almost carrying me. Luckily I brought all of my guns, and have acquired more.

So what does a CM geek do for fun around here? Is there a secret clubhouse stocked with booze and young floozies with no self-respect?

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Ah, yes, caught up again. Caught up again, that is, in the glory that is the Peng Challenge Thread.

Now, a few things need tidying up. Berli has already taken care of one, by, quite rightly, Knighting Foobar and Roborat. For one thing, and it bears repeating, although Berli has previously posted it, Capt. Foobar should, by many measures, be a Seniour Knight of the Pool. He showed up here in the very earliest pages of the very first incarnation of the Thread, and was only missed for Seniour Knight status because he was so sporadically apparent.

Still, this Old One is happy to see those most patient and half-witted of Squires finally Knighted.

On another point, this whole 'Ronin Squire' thing. While I very much appreciate the historical reference, and find it quite amusing on one level, yet we should acknowledge that the 'Ronin' Samurai occured mainly during times of interregnum, and such has not come to the Peng Challenge Thread.

Therefore, like someone who's set out unsecured garbage cans and caused the neighbours to complain about the depredations of 'Ronin Raccoons', I feel I must take this Slapdragon situation in hand.

Slapdragon, you are Squire to myself. While a Forum poster of acknowledged standing, you're happy time of anarchy is at an end. You will not have the luxury of answering to a benign mentor, like Shaw, but will have to satisfy me. Oh, I know what you are thinking: Seanachai has taken as Squire's the nice, the useless, and the utterly foolish.

Well, lad, they were all newbies, now weren't they? And you, Slapdragon, are no true newbie, now are you? Toe the line, lad, for you will be held to the code of proper behaviour. No Squire has ever been renounced by a Knight of the Cesspool before. Don't make us start. First off, you will show the Justicar (useless, annoying bastard that he is, but a useless, annoying bastard above your station) the proper respect. You will ask him to review your elevation to Squire under the guidance of Seanachai, and say either yea or nay. You will do it with a certain respect, although the odd bit of abuse is not inappropriate, as long as you remember that you are scum.

Now, I know that a proud Grognard like Slapdragon might find this sort of treatment hard to stomach. I can only say that if I layed every insult, every slight, and every moment of humiliation that I've received while posting on the Forum end to end, they wouldn't merely reach from me to himself, but right up his arse, as well. To appraise your's and Shaw's situation:

One should not be envious of someone who has prospered by unjust deeds. Nor should he disdain someone who has fallen while adhering to the path of righteousness.

-Imagawa Sadayo (1325-1420)

Ideals of the Samurai

Oh, and I want to know if Dalem is actually inhabiting a specific neighbourhood here in town, or staying at the Workhouse in Plymouth while completing his Rehab.

[ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Seanachai:

Oh, and I want to know if Dalem is actually inhabiting a specific neighbourhood here in town, or staying at the Workhouse in Plymouth while completing his Rehab.

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Rehab would explain the centipedes. It would also explain why he moved to Mpls-- outside of the flour industry, and a prosthetic limb industry that's been sliding since the decline of the railroads, rehab is about all there is there.

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Well, isn't that just bloody perfect, We (me and the Capt F) finally finish the longest, vilest, and generally dumbest squire challenge in history, quite properly ending in a draw, mostly because neither of us had any units left. And what happens, do I get to bask in the approval and kudos of my peers... well, at least you bastards,... but nooooo!, all this happens when I am away for the weekend, blowing things up for real, and I miss all the fun. Isn't that just the perfect cap for the whole futile exercise.

Although I do gratefully accept the honour of (finally) being kniggeted, next time, Berli boy could you at least clean the farging sword, I now have this strange greenish purple rash rapidly growing across my shoulders and heading south. And since it seems that nobody saw fit to brief you (Bauhaus..., nah, go for it, I'm in a good mood), the idea is to tap each shoulder, not take a full two-handed swing, Luckily I had my thermo-nuclear, plutonium insulted shoulder pads to protect me... shout from the sidelines, in cheesy oriental accent: and it's also a good thing he missed.

My most treasured memory of that match was watching his Sherman oh so carefully advance up the street, when, just as he passed the edge of the building, it starts to track a seriously depleted squad to it's left, when it had one of my brave panzers (Mark IV, if memory serves)barrel about 3 feet from it's turret on the right. Watching the movie was priceless, I watched it over and over, laughing insanely (is there any other way?)each time, I am going to save that movie forever. I was positive that I was going to get a damaged main gun just from his external stores snagging on my barrel as his turret traversed 180 degrees away to track that brave squad. Fearing the worst, I expected to miss on the kill shot, due to the tanks being too close. But no, the fates smiled on me, granting me a rear turret kill, then I got to machine gun the surviving crew. It sort of made up for that Sherman 76 single-handedly roasting half my forces. The other highpoint to mention was the outstanding work by my Stug, brilliantly commanded by Peng, who managed to take out another Sherman after repeated frontal hits from about 50 metres, although I suspect the real reason was he finally passed out after shotguning too much Silent Sam and passed out, falling onto the gunner, who thereupon had his face mashed into the trigger, thus *finally* managing to fire the heretofore virgin gun. I am proud to say that we upheld the proud traditions of the pool, by using every gamey tactic in the book, and several more from the Cliff's notes. And I feel that a draw was a fitting conclusion, although I must admit I am a little disturbed by the destruction of the perfect win/loss record I had amassed so far.

And, finally, what the expleteive deleted (as per the request of the the mighty bald-one-who-must-be-obeyed) is going one with this Slappy person?? First he steals my Ronin Squire tag. IDIOT!!!, To be a Ronin, you first have to have **LOST** your master, as I did when Meeks disappeared, not never had one in the first place. Although I still suspect that his hamster swarm ate him, they were looking awful fat and bloated the next day, and they soon started foaming at the mouth and finally died in a massive cannibalistic feeding frenzy, with the final hamster living somehow managing to eat itself, it was a truly disturbing thing to watch. I kept it quiet to avoid being reassigned to another one of you freaks. Then, to make things worse, if I am reading his barely coherent post correctly, he is challenging me to a match?? I don't think so, me boyo. I didn't spend a year forcing my poor computer to run that insult of a game to have my first Knight match to be against the likes of you.

In conclusion, my thanks for the mighty honour that you have so graciously :rolleyes: bestowed upon me. You like me, you really like me... (sorry, had a Sally Fields moment there), and I humbly and proudly accept the honour so bestowed. As befitting the traditions, I choose as my knightly coat of arms: a mighty gopher, snarling in defiance, as it is flattened beneath a tank track, upon a field of dandelions and snowflakes.

Drinks for everybody!! Sir Roborat is buying (as he whips out a platinum ferretcard and throws it onto the bar. Strangely, the name is crudely scrawled onto a piece of tape in crayon, which appears to be covering the original name embossed on the card).

Damn, noW I have to change my sig, oh well, for the last time:

[ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: Roborat ]

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Roborat:

I didn't spend a year forcing my poor computer to run that insult of a game to have my first Knight match to be against the likes of you.

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Ooooh, that was a good one, well deserving of a Kannigget. Yes, very well done...

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>In conclusion, my thanks for the mighty honour that you have so graciously <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

[EDIT - smiley face executed here with extreme prejudice]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR> bestowed upon me. You like me, you really like me... (sorry, had a Sally Fields moment there)...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Ack! Poolers! Have we erred?!? A Sally Fields moment? Is the Roborat a Robowimp? Are we soon to be putting up with a sniveling, teary-eyed pseudo-Kannigget?

You sir, disgust me. However low. However miserably buried in the muck at the bottom of the 'Pool, we do have our standards. The next thing you know, this pansied Kannigget will start listening to Streisand albums and watching reruns of Funny Girl, The Main Event, and Yentl.

If that is how you feel, then go get teary-eyed with Sally Struthers on PBS, and stay the hell away from the Cesspool...

In the words of the ancient Romans... YOV SVCK

[ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: Herr Oberst ]

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SlapHappy you are quite clearly a loathsome reptile whose arrogance is only matched by your pedestrian prose style.

HappyClappy you are scum and I loathe you more than asparagus. Your conceited refusal to accept my challenge is rooted in fear and insecurity. Doubtless you were bullied by poodles in your earliest youth.

Prove to the world (if you can) that you have at least half a functioning pair and send me a set-up you wanker.

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Ack! Poolers! Have we erred?!? A Sally Fields moment? Is the Roborat a Robowimp? Are we soon to be putting up with a sniveling, teary-eyed pseudo-Kannigget? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Just as a point of tradition, Herr Oberst, tears are a well known feature of life in the CessPool and not only from the bubbles that tend to arise from whereever OGSF is standing at the moment. No, tears shed in manly emotion from pride, frustration, sadness or, in the case of Bauhaus, lust are part and parcel of the fabric of the CessPool.

I well recall my own misty eyes as I watched Agua Perdido, that fine example of a loyal and trustworthy squire, as he attempted to push me from the path of an onrushing fruit stand ... pity I turned just as he pushed and he instead fell under the wheels.

And speaking of squires, may I petition the Olde Ones for a matter of personal privilege? My current loyal and trustworthy squire, Lars has completed the FIVE CessPool games required of a squire. Normally, of course, Lorak would have answered the trumpet long before and acknowledged his place within our ranks. As Lorak the Lost is ... well, lost I suppose, may I propose that the Olde Ones take upon themselves the elevation of Lars to the rank of Knight of the CessPool to which he is, without question, entitled. It would ... {sniff} ... it would be only the right ...{choke} ... you see Herr Oberst ...{sniffle} there are times, there are times.

Joe

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by RedOrDead:

SlapHappy you are quite clearly a loathsome reptile whose arrogance is only matched by your pedestrian prose style.

HappyClappy you are scum and I loathe you more than asparagus. Your conceited refusal to accept my challenge is rooted in fear and insecurity. Doubtless you were bullied by poodles in your earliest youth.

Prove to the world (if you can) that you have at least half a functioning pair and send me a set-up you wanker.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Very weak. Very very weak. But you know, in some classes I teach there are people who you know just don't have it in them, but they try so hard you give them a D and send them on their way.

Dead in the Head. Have Marlow send you his setup file and I will play that. Tell him what side you want first.

Now go have someone wipe your nose and rebutton those bottom buttons,Mom didn't do such a good job this morning.

[ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: Slapdragon ]

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Seanachai:

Oh, and I want to know if Dalem is actually inhabiting a specific neighbourhood here in town, or staying at the Workhouse in Plymouth while completing his Rehab.

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Apparently I live near Central and 37th in an area called "Northeast". Although I cannot claim to have partaken in any of the halfway facilities, there are rumors that that is how my friends first discovered this area.

I have eaten at places around town called The Modern Cafe, Pizza Luce, Little Tijuana, and that big mall place. Pizza Luce and Little Tijuana both had waitresses that I was proud to ogle, the other places, not so much.

And since you snaked my squire, I will give you a Haiku:

Minneapolis

a place with five syllables

and big arthropods

Thank you, thank you!

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

... tears are a well known feature of life in the CessPool and not only from the bubbles that tend to arise from whereever OGSF is standing at the moment.

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No argument there...

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR> No, tears shed in manly emotion from pride, frustration, sadness or, in the case of Bauhaus, lust are part and parcel of the fabric of the CessPool.

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No dispute there either, although I would add tears of laughter, at some of the better parries and ripostes that have occurred in the MBT.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR> ... as he attempted to push me from the path of an onrushing fruit stand ... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Are you quite sure that the proper word is from???

What galls me about this Robo-gnat is that he thinks we actually like him... And he conjures up nasty little images of a little flying nun, and memories of a tortured youth, whereupon I was forced to watch this falsehood by a younger sibling, all the while trying to explain that IT WAS ALL JUST A FAKE! A FRIGGIN TELEVISION SHOW! THEY USED WIRES AND A LIFT TO MAKE HER FLOAT ABOUT! WHITE MEN CAN'T JUMP, AND STOOPID LITTLE NUNS CAN'T FLY, NO MATTER HOW BIG THE WINGS ON THEIR HABIT ARE!

Er, ahem...

No, tears are not the point, it was his moment that is at issue...

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Lars attend!

On thy knees * quick hand signal to Bauhaus * Oh, that had to hurt

Now where did I put that sword? Nevermind, its not needed

In remembrance of taunts given and received. * a boot to the right shoulder *

In remembrance of your lineage and obligations. (hell, anyone who had to put up with Shaw deserves this * a boot to the left shoulder *

Be thou a cess knight. * a boot up side the head *

Rise, Sir Lars!

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Berlichtingen:

Rise, Sir Lars!

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I doth protest. That's sinking to a new low. Can't you make him official village idjit or something else that would suit his capacity?

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by CMplayer:

I doth protest. That's sinking to a new low. Can't you make him official village idjit or something else that would suit his capacity?

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How about putting him in charge of monitoring CMplayer. That is pretty low. Sort of like being a buttboy at a frilly circus as it were.

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Slapdragon:

I sort of like being a buttboy at a frilly circus as it were.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Was there something wrong with your coffee this morning? You sent me the same wrong file twice in a row.

[ 10-02-2001: Message edited by: CMplayer ]

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<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by CMplayer:

Was there something wrong with your coffee this morning? You sent me the same wrong file twice in a row.

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Poltroon (sorry Pawbraam), it is my applescript designed to cleverly reduce work for me, burping and sending odds instead of evens. You are lucky it did not burp and send you all 37 gigabytes of my wedding videos, or all 12 gigabytes of my porn collection. My T1 can handle it, your 14.4 would melt down with just a hint of the bandwidth I could throw at you.

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