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Originally posted by rleete:

Lars apparently thinks the way to use his U-boats in SC is by ramming.

Never really looked at that game before, so I went over and looked at the preview shots for SC 2.

It looks like 'Risk' with a WWII overlay. What do you guys do, just find a choke point like 'Siam' and fill it with 'Infantry X', 'Infantry X', 'Infantry I, I, I' and then dare people to come after you?

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Originally posted by rleete:

Lars apparently thinks the way to use his U-boats in SC is by ramming.

Never really looked at that game before, so I went over and looked at the preview shots for SC 2.

It looks like 'Risk' with a WWII overlay. What do you guys do, just find a choke point like 'Siam' and fill it with 'Infantry X', 'Infantry X', 'Infantry I, I, I' and then dare people to come after you?

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Originally posted by rleete:

Lars apparently thinks the way to use his U-boats in SC is by ramming.

Never really looked at that game before, so I went over and looked at the preview shots for SC 2.

It looks like 'Risk' with a WWII overlay. What do you guys do, just find a choke point like 'Siam' and fill it with 'Infantry X', 'Infantry X', 'Infantry I, I, I' and then dare people to come after you?

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A very brief 'Small Emma Tale'...

Our Emma has become very good at 'directing' Grandma Steve about the landscape. I think she craves and appreciates the power to order an adult (at least technically) about according to her whims, fancies, and as part of the complex choreography of utterly bizarre and idiotic conditions that very young children set for their 'games'.

So, the other evening, when I stopped by to visit with her Mother (who is due to deliver Small Emma's small sister in the next 3 weeks or so), Small Emma was, as usual, 'leading me into the light of a new, child-ordered paradise where all things are possible and adults shall realize their full-potential under the glorious leadership of the very smallest'.

First, she would do something cute, but vaguely idiotic, like running across the room with her arms held in a funny position, then stop and look back and say: Now you do it, Grandma Steve!

And I would. Let me just say that a goofy action performed by a little elf girl less than 2 feet tall with golden locks and a sweet face does not translate to the frame of a short, over-weight, lank silver-haired gnome who barely gets up to speed before crashing into the fireplace and overturning the kindling basket while holding his arms in a funny position.

I suffer a lot of humiliation, even if most of it will never be witnessed by the world, to be the Friend of Small Emma.

So, after running (or, in my case, lumbering) across the room holding our arms in various odd ways, she hops across the living room while uttering a high-pitched ululation that normally causes her Mom to say 'Emma, let's use our indoor voice, now!', and tells me, again: Now you do it, Grandma Steve!

So I hop across the living room, smiling bravely, and stop at her side.

And she looks up at me, all solemn, and tells me: "Now scream."

And I sigh, because I pretty much knew that I had 'done it wrong', and that something like this was coming, and asked her 'Emma, do I have to scream?'

'Yes, Grandma Steve. That is how we do it.'

So I hopped back across the room, 'screaming' like an idiot as quietly as I thought I could get away with. And she looked at me and said: "Louder."

So I hopped back to her and cast all shame away and 'screamed like a white woman', as Little Richard once said. And she smiled.

And her Mom came in and, in a rare show of 'language' in front of the Small One, said: "What the hell are you doing?"

Putting on my best, gnomic dignity, I told her:

"We are hopping across the room while screaming".

"Well knock it off, one of the dogs nearly pissed the rug in the other room. You know, you don't have to do every bloody thing she tells you to, you big, big freak!"

But, you know, if you want to get the really, really good smile, the one that says 'you got it exactly right, and you're the best fecking idiot that I will ever recall with great affection', you have to hop across the rug, screaming like a white woman.

Peng knows. He's got actual daughters, rather than 'small friends'.

Hey, Peng, I sent the bit about your Mom to a friend of mine, that has to hear endlessly about the Peng Challenge Thread. And she told me: "You know, I don't understand that whole Combat Mission thing, but I'm just amazed at what a community of thoughtful, insightful people there are that hang out there, and their ability to express themselves."

And I told her, "Oh, actually, that's only me and Peng. The rest of them can't string three words together without ending up in a puddle of their own piss from the effort. That's why we started the whole thing up. It's like an outreach program. Oh, and, well, also Berli. He doesn't write that much, but he's really, really good at hating people. It's his gift."

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A very brief 'Small Emma Tale'...

Our Emma has become very good at 'directing' Grandma Steve about the landscape. I think she craves and appreciates the power to order an adult (at least technically) about according to her whims, fancies, and as part of the complex choreography of utterly bizarre and idiotic conditions that very young children set for their 'games'.

So, the other evening, when I stopped by to visit with her Mother (who is due to deliver Small Emma's small sister in the next 3 weeks or so), Small Emma was, as usual, 'leading me into the light of a new, child-ordered paradise where all things are possible and adults shall realize their full-potential under the glorious leadership of the very smallest'.

First, she would do something cute, but vaguely idiotic, like running across the room with her arms held in a funny position, then stop and look back and say: Now you do it, Grandma Steve!

And I would. Let me just say that a goofy action performed by a little elf girl less than 2 feet tall with golden locks and a sweet face does not translate to the frame of a short, over-weight, lank silver-haired gnome who barely gets up to speed before crashing into the fireplace and overturning the kindling basket while holding his arms in a funny position.

I suffer a lot of humiliation, even if most of it will never be witnessed by the world, to be the Friend of Small Emma.

So, after running (or, in my case, lumbering) across the room holding our arms in various odd ways, she hops across the living room while uttering a high-pitched ululation that normally causes her Mom to say 'Emma, let's use our indoor voice, now!', and tells me, again: Now you do it, Grandma Steve!

So I hop across the living room, smiling bravely, and stop at her side.

And she looks up at me, all solemn, and tells me: "Now scream."

And I sigh, because I pretty much knew that I had 'done it wrong', and that something like this was coming, and asked her 'Emma, do I have to scream?'

'Yes, Grandma Steve. That is how we do it.'

So I hopped back across the room, 'screaming' like an idiot as quietly as I thought I could get away with. And she looked at me and said: "Louder."

So I hopped back to her and cast all shame away and 'screamed like a white woman', as Little Richard once said. And she smiled.

And her Mom came in and, in a rare show of 'language' in front of the Small One, said: "What the hell are you doing?"

Putting on my best, gnomic dignity, I told her:

"We are hopping across the room while screaming".

"Well knock it off, one of the dogs nearly pissed the rug in the other room. You know, you don't have to do every bloody thing she tells you to, you big, big freak!"

But, you know, if you want to get the really, really good smile, the one that says 'you got it exactly right, and you're the best fecking idiot that I will ever recall with great affection', you have to hop across the rug, screaming like a white woman.

Peng knows. He's got actual daughters, rather than 'small friends'.

Hey, Peng, I sent the bit about your Mom to a friend of mine, that has to hear endlessly about the Peng Challenge Thread. And she told me: "You know, I don't understand that whole Combat Mission thing, but I'm just amazed at what a community of thoughtful, insightful people there are that hang out there, and their ability to express themselves."

And I told her, "Oh, actually, that's only me and Peng. The rest of them can't string three words together without ending up in a puddle of their own piss from the effort. That's why we started the whole thing up. It's like an outreach program. Oh, and, well, also Berli. He doesn't write that much, but he's really, really good at hating people. It's his gift."

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A very brief 'Small Emma Tale'...

Our Emma has become very good at 'directing' Grandma Steve about the landscape. I think she craves and appreciates the power to order an adult (at least technically) about according to her whims, fancies, and as part of the complex choreography of utterly bizarre and idiotic conditions that very young children set for their 'games'.

So, the other evening, when I stopped by to visit with her Mother (who is due to deliver Small Emma's small sister in the next 3 weeks or so), Small Emma was, as usual, 'leading me into the light of a new, child-ordered paradise where all things are possible and adults shall realize their full-potential under the glorious leadership of the very smallest'.

First, she would do something cute, but vaguely idiotic, like running across the room with her arms held in a funny position, then stop and look back and say: Now you do it, Grandma Steve!

And I would. Let me just say that a goofy action performed by a little elf girl less than 2 feet tall with golden locks and a sweet face does not translate to the frame of a short, over-weight, lank silver-haired gnome who barely gets up to speed before crashing into the fireplace and overturning the kindling basket while holding his arms in a funny position.

I suffer a lot of humiliation, even if most of it will never be witnessed by the world, to be the Friend of Small Emma.

So, after running (or, in my case, lumbering) across the room holding our arms in various odd ways, she hops across the living room while uttering a high-pitched ululation that normally causes her Mom to say 'Emma, let's use our indoor voice, now!', and tells me, again: Now you do it, Grandma Steve!

So I hop across the living room, smiling bravely, and stop at her side.

And she looks up at me, all solemn, and tells me: "Now scream."

And I sigh, because I pretty much knew that I had 'done it wrong', and that something like this was coming, and asked her 'Emma, do I have to scream?'

'Yes, Grandma Steve. That is how we do it.'

So I hopped back across the room, 'screaming' like an idiot as quietly as I thought I could get away with. And she looked at me and said: "Louder."

So I hopped back to her and cast all shame away and 'screamed like a white woman', as Little Richard once said. And she smiled.

And her Mom came in and, in a rare show of 'language' in front of the Small One, said: "What the hell are you doing?"

Putting on my best, gnomic dignity, I told her:

"We are hopping across the room while screaming".

"Well knock it off, one of the dogs nearly pissed the rug in the other room. You know, you don't have to do every bloody thing she tells you to, you big, big freak!"

But, you know, if you want to get the really, really good smile, the one that says 'you got it exactly right, and you're the best fecking idiot that I will ever recall with great affection', you have to hop across the rug, screaming like a white woman.

Peng knows. He's got actual daughters, rather than 'small friends'.

Hey, Peng, I sent the bit about your Mom to a friend of mine, that has to hear endlessly about the Peng Challenge Thread. And she told me: "You know, I don't understand that whole Combat Mission thing, but I'm just amazed at what a community of thoughtful, insightful people there are that hang out there, and their ability to express themselves."

And I told her, "Oh, actually, that's only me and Peng. The rest of them can't string three words together without ending up in a puddle of their own piss from the effort. That's why we started the whole thing up. It's like an outreach program. Oh, and, well, also Berli. He doesn't write that much, but he's really, really good at hating people. It's his gift."

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Originally posted by dalem:

I've been taking life far too seriously lately.

Ah, yes. You've finally realized that Bill O'Reilly is simply a halfwit thug and not the neo-con version of Gandalf, have you?

Originally posted by dalem:

I demand to be mocked and made sport of by those who really know how.

Then you'd better learn to fly faster, better, and higher, grasshopper. You've buggered off for such a long time that you're going to have to re-establish yourself here.

Right now, I think that even the SSNs should have a shot at you. Coming in here after all this time, having made no contribution for donkey's years, is the Peng Challenge equivalent of losing the soap in prison.

But I have missed those quiet times when you and I get together to smoke huge, porn-star cigars and slander everyone around us. Expect a call.

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Originally posted by dalem:

I've been taking life far too seriously lately.

Ah, yes. You've finally realized that Bill O'Reilly is simply a halfwit thug and not the neo-con version of Gandalf, have you?

Originally posted by dalem:

I demand to be mocked and made sport of by those who really know how.

Then you'd better learn to fly faster, better, and higher, grasshopper. You've buggered off for such a long time that you're going to have to re-establish yourself here.

Right now, I think that even the SSNs should have a shot at you. Coming in here after all this time, having made no contribution for donkey's years, is the Peng Challenge equivalent of losing the soap in prison.

But I have missed those quiet times when you and I get together to smoke huge, porn-star cigars and slander everyone around us. Expect a call.

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Originally posted by dalem:

I've been taking life far too seriously lately.

Ah, yes. You've finally realized that Bill O'Reilly is simply a halfwit thug and not the neo-con version of Gandalf, have you?

Originally posted by dalem:

I demand to be mocked and made sport of by those who really know how.

Then you'd better learn to fly faster, better, and higher, grasshopper. You've buggered off for such a long time that you're going to have to re-establish yourself here.

Right now, I think that even the SSNs should have a shot at you. Coming in here after all this time, having made no contribution for donkey's years, is the Peng Challenge equivalent of losing the soap in prison.

But I have missed those quiet times when you and I get together to smoke huge, porn-star cigars and slander everyone around us. Expect a call.

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Never really looked at that game before, so I went over and looked at the preview shots for SC 2.

It looks like 'Risk' with a WWII overlay. What do you guys do, just find a choke point like 'Siam' and fill it with 'Infantry X', 'Infantry X', 'Infantry I, I, I' and then dare people to come after you?

Nah, there's plenty of places to choke all over the map.
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Never really looked at that game before, so I went over and looked at the preview shots for SC 2.

It looks like 'Risk' with a WWII overlay. What do you guys do, just find a choke point like 'Siam' and fill it with 'Infantry X', 'Infantry X', 'Infantry I, I, I' and then dare people to come after you?

Nah, there's plenty of places to choke all over the map.
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Never really looked at that game before, so I went over and looked at the preview shots for SC 2.

It looks like 'Risk' with a WWII overlay. What do you guys do, just find a choke point like 'Siam' and fill it with 'Infantry X', 'Infantry X', 'Infantry I, I, I' and then dare people to come after you?

Nah, there's plenty of places to choke all over the map.
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