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Originally posted by Speedy:

Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan.

And to be that stupid. I though wisdom comes with age, I guess he didn't sign up for that package. I hold in my grape-stained hands a copy of "Combat Mission: Barbarossa to Berlin Strategy Guide" by Mark H. Walker.

Why do I have this fine text? Was it to improve my game? No.

Was it for a fun read? Once again, No.

No, it was on the assertation of one Nidan, or is it Nidan1, whatever, that said text contained the dates on which vehicles are present on the battlefield. Well let me be the first to say Nidan, you ignorant slut, this info is not in here. You are a tick buried into the hind quarters of society, providing nothing useful.

On the upside I also got the books on Soviet, US and German tank tactics. Better read up quick, Jim Boggs is aching from the "Probe" that we are finishing up and wants a go at an all armor battle.

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Originally posted by Speedy:

Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan.

And to be that stupid. I though wisdom comes with age, I guess he didn't sign up for that package. I hold in my grape-stained hands a copy of "Combat Mission: Barbarossa to Berlin Strategy Guide" by Mark H. Walker.

Why do I have this fine text? Was it to improve my game? No.

Was it for a fun read? Once again, No.

No, it was on the assertation of one Nidan, or is it Nidan1, whatever, that said text contained the dates on which vehicles are present on the battlefield. Well let me be the first to say Nidan, you ignorant slut, this info is not in here. You are a tick buried into the hind quarters of society, providing nothing useful.

On the upside I also got the books on Soviet, US and German tank tactics. Better read up quick, Jim Boggs is aching from the "Probe" that we are finishing up and wants a go at an all armor battle.

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Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:

Turns are out. I'm requesting that my opponents lose faster so I can have more time to play IceWind Dale II. Thanks much!!

Dear Hiram, (Oh, excuse me, it's HEEEE-ram, isn't it?)

Bite me a whole lot right now. You want people to accomodate you so you can ply your little Windy Chippendale-Mystery Date-Girly Game and yet you only send moves out once a week. I have stains in my bathroom that are more freshly inviting than you. Playing CM with you is akin to feeding yourself into a manual meat grinder, but without the warm anticipation.

Either start sending moves at a faster rate or I will send a blanket mailing to all of your Jaw-juh neighbors, telling them that the hairy critter sharing quarters with Dame Moraine is not a diseased howler monkey, like they thought, but is in reality a hairy, bloated Northerner from Noo Joisey, who has moved to their state to tell them that they don't know a thing about college football.

Don't see if I wont.

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Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:

Turns are out. I'm requesting that my opponents lose faster so I can have more time to play IceWind Dale II. Thanks much!!

Dear Hiram, (Oh, excuse me, it's HEEEE-ram, isn't it?)

Bite me a whole lot right now. You want people to accomodate you so you can ply your little Windy Chippendale-Mystery Date-Girly Game and yet you only send moves out once a week. I have stains in my bathroom that are more freshly inviting than you. Playing CM with you is akin to feeding yourself into a manual meat grinder, but without the warm anticipation.

Either start sending moves at a faster rate or I will send a blanket mailing to all of your Jaw-juh neighbors, telling them that the hairy critter sharing quarters with Dame Moraine is not a diseased howler monkey, like they thought, but is in reality a hairy, bloated Northerner from Noo Joisey, who has moved to their state to tell them that they don't know a thing about college football.

Don't see if I wont.

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I propose we make this lad a honorary member of the Pool

What kid learns about curses by the time he's old enough to walk and hears testimonials about suffering from grandparents, parents, siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends and then decides, "That's for me?"

Very likely the kid who was parked in Seat 116, Row 9 on Tuesday night at Wrigley Field.

Sounds like he'd fit right in.

SSN Hint Of The Day: Take the biggest piece.

Now sod off.

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I propose we make this lad a honorary member of the Pool

What kid learns about curses by the time he's old enough to walk and hears testimonials about suffering from grandparents, parents, siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends and then decides, "That's for me?"

Very likely the kid who was parked in Seat 116, Row 9 on Tuesday night at Wrigley Field.

Sounds like he'd fit right in.

SSN Hint Of The Day: Take the biggest piece.

Now sod off.

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Meanwhile back in the vicinity of Novgorod, a lone figure is seen wandering aimlessly through an empty and thoroughly frozen cesspool. The wind howls through the tunnels and whips dry snow about like sand from a sand blaster. In spite of the sub-zero temperatures, the place has lost none of its reek.

"Hello? Hellooowwwwww?!"

The wanderer is clad in heavy winter gear, the scarf that covers his face is coated with frost. Snow has embedded itself in every fold or crease in his clothing. He rummages through an in-basket marked "Lurkur", finding only frost and advertisements for hair restoration services, products to make him "bigger," generic viagra, low-interest mortgages, and nameless, hot women who desperately want him in spite of the fact that someone out there thinks that he needs all these improvements.

"Now if they gave you a hot, nameless woman with every bottle of generic viagra you bought, that would sell..."

Lurkur lets the wind carry the papers away.

"I don't think I'm getting all of my memos..."

He emerges from the 'pool, and watches as the winds blow away the last traces of footprints heading off into the trees.

"Roight!, this way then!"

He trudges toward the trees, chasing the ghosts of footprints into the woods. Into the snow. Into the wind.

Gamey Updates:

Total victory over Lady Moraine. She maintained her dignity in defeat, and we had a delightful picnic after the fight, using one of her dead tankers as a table.

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

In stasis with Simon. We'll need a few extra turns to let our men do stretching exercises before continuing the battle. Some of them are complaining about getting cramps from holding the same pose for three weeks.

Lurk

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Meanwhile back in the vicinity of Novgorod, a lone figure is seen wandering aimlessly through an empty and thoroughly frozen cesspool. The wind howls through the tunnels and whips dry snow about like sand from a sand blaster. In spite of the sub-zero temperatures, the place has lost none of its reek.

"Hello? Hellooowwwwww?!"

The wanderer is clad in heavy winter gear, the scarf that covers his face is coated with frost. Snow has embedded itself in every fold or crease in his clothing. He rummages through an in-basket marked "Lurkur", finding only frost and advertisements for hair restoration services, products to make him "bigger," generic viagra, low-interest mortgages, and nameless, hot women who desperately want him in spite of the fact that someone out there thinks that he needs all these improvements.

"Now if they gave you a hot, nameless woman with every bottle of generic viagra you bought, that would sell..."

Lurkur lets the wind carry the papers away.

"I don't think I'm getting all of my memos..."

He emerges from the 'pool, and watches as the winds blow away the last traces of footprints heading off into the trees.

"Roight!, this way then!"

He trudges toward the trees, chasing the ghosts of footprints into the woods. Into the snow. Into the wind.

Gamey Updates:

Total victory over Lady Moraine. She maintained her dignity in defeat, and we had a delightful picnic after the fight, using one of her dead tankers as a table.

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

In stasis with Simon. We'll need a few extra turns to let our men do stretching exercises before continuing the battle. Some of them are complaining about getting cramps from holding the same pose for three weeks.

Lurk

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Originally posted by Lurkur:

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal

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Originally posted by Lurkur:

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal

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Originally posted by SirReal:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lurkur:

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal </font>

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Originally posted by SirReal:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lurkur:

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal </font>

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Originally posted by Moriarty:

If you're looking for grogs, you've come to the wrong place. Try the MasturbatoryGoodale thread. They would, no doubt, have just the answer you're looking for.

No, I'm in exactly the place I want to be. Are you? You certainly have an impressively low member number, but you might still be in the Shady Oasis of Doubt Over Fallos Fitness.

Besides, ever since Seanachai did that little apocalypse thing, the grogs have been all over the MBT. You'd think that they were fleas and the MBT a mangy mongrel. Oh. Right.

/SirReal

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Originally posted by Moriarty:

If you're looking for grogs, you've come to the wrong place. Try the MasturbatoryGoodale thread. They would, no doubt, have just the answer you're looking for.

No, I'm in exactly the place I want to be. Are you? You certainly have an impressively low member number, but you might still be in the Shady Oasis of Doubt Over Fallos Fitness.

Besides, ever since Seanachai did that little apocalypse thing, the grogs have been all over the MBT. You'd think that they were fleas and the MBT a mangy mongrel. Oh. Right.

/SirReal

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Turn out to Lars. What a joy to watch the lad writhe in pain under the combined onslaught of my drunken antics and rune's TEAM EVIL scenario design. Such fun.

I would have sent a turn to Boo but his email addie is so full of goat porn and offers to enlarge parts of his anatomy that my email was rejected. Would it be possible to get an email addie you don't give out to all the naughty sites you visit?

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Turn out to Lars. What a joy to watch the lad writhe in pain under the combined onslaught of my drunken antics and rune's TEAM EVIL scenario design. Such fun.

I would have sent a turn to Boo but his email addie is so full of goat porn and offers to enlarge parts of his anatomy that my email was rejected. Would it be possible to get an email addie you don't give out to all the naughty sites you visit?

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