I have drop-outs available - don't forget you get a free turn for taking
these up...
E [Early] = 0-10 turn, M [Midgame]= 11-20, L [Late game] = 21+ [A= Aligned
if a Neutral, N= not aligned if a Neutral, P = Postal and Email game, G=
Grudge, 1w = 1week game, 3w = 3week game]
Bofa: None;
1000: None;
2950: None
1650: Corsair - Neutral (M)
Gunboat; A couple of Duos - please get in touch all in excellent condition.
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Knite-Chark crept through the shadows of Dol Guldur. His prey was in site. She was just a petty emmissary unskilled in the ways of the warrior. This assassination would be no problem. Uncle Elrond would be so proud! No longer would Uncle Elrond and his other "special" uncles make fun of Knite-Chark and the Chark family. Mr. Chark was proud of his family. It wasn't easy being a Chark. Did Charks not bleed if you pricked them? It seemed like Charks got pricked and prodded an awful lot when they stayed in Elrond's palace . . . man he was glad to get out of there and get an assignment at last! His heart pounding, he crept closer to his prey's tent. . . gods she was beautiful! The prey, that is, not the tent. Yes, I hate ambiguous pronouns too. Wait, where was I . . . .. WHAM!!!! Suddenly, Knite-Chark felt pain stabbing through his forehead! NOOOO! The old rake-in-the-yard trick! He had stepped on a rake and the handle had flown into his face! This booby-trap has been around since the stone age . . . well, the rake age. Did they make stone rakes? I don't know. Anyways . . . The guards had heard the noise and came running even now. The embarrasment would kill Mr. Chark if he got out of Dol Guldur alive. He fled into the misty darkness with the sounds of Warg Hooves thundering behind him . . . . "WHY MUST I BE A STUPID CHARK?!?!" He cried into the night. "I hate you, dad, and I hate Uncle Elrond and all my other "special" uncles too!!!"
So ends the first bungled mission of Knite-Chark. A Tale of Woe If Ever There Was One.
-A True Tale For Your Entertainment from the Bard of Mirkwood
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
You killed 1/2 my nation in my capital this turn and you write about the
Chark goof? How many times do I have to tell you guys that it's all about
me!?!
Stewie
···
----- Original Message -----
From: "R.K.Floyd" <rkfloyd@charter.net>
To: <mepbmlist@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Thursday, July 15, 2004 2:22 PM
Subject: [mepbmlist] G233: The Legend Of Knite-Chark
Listen, Lads, to the Story of Knite-Chark . . .
Knite-Chark crept through the shadows of Dol Guldur. His prey was in site.
She was just a petty emmissary unskilled in the ways of the warrior. This
assassination would be no problem. Uncle Elrond would be so proud! No longer
would Uncle Elrond and his other "special" uncles make fun of Knite-Chark
and the Chark family. Mr. Chark was proud of his family. It wasn't easy
being a Chark. Did Charks not bleed if you pricked them? It seemed like
Charks got pricked and prodded an awful lot when they stayed in Elrond's
palace . . . man he was glad to get out of there and get an assignment at
last! His heart pounding, he crept closer to his prey's tent. . . gods she
was beautiful! The prey, that is, not the tent. Yes, I hate ambiguous
pronouns too. Wait, where was I . . . .. WHAM!!!! Suddenly, Knite-Chark felt
pain stabbing through his forehead! NOOOO! The old rake-in-the-yard trick!
He had stepped on a rake and the handle had flown into his face! This
booby-trap has been around since the stone age . . . well, the rake age. Did
they make stone rakes? I don't know. Anyways . . . The guards had heard the
noise and came running even now. The embarrasment would kill Mr. Chark if he
got out of Dol Guldur alive. He fled into the misty darkness with the sounds
of Warg Hooves thundering behind him . . . . "WHY MUST I BE A STUPID
CHARK?!?!" He cried into the night. "I hate you, dad, and I hate Uncle
Elrond and all my other "special" uncles too!!!"
So ends the first bungled mission of Knite-Chark. A Tale of Woe If Ever
There Was One.
-A True Tale For Your Entertainment from the Bard of Mirkwood
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Gimme a break, man. I only have my boring pdf showing reports of your team's traveling circus clowns, er, agents. I have to do something while I wistfully wait for the Cloud Lord to speak!!
Dragmaster Russ, Bored, er, BARD of Mirkwood
···
----- Original Message -----
From: BRAD BRUNET
To: mepbmlist@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Thursday, July 15, 2004 4:16 PM
Subject: Re: [mepbmlist] G233: The Legend Of Knite-Chark
You killed 1/2 my nation in my capital this turn and you write about the
Chark goof? How many times do I have to tell you guys that it's all about
me!?!
Stewie
----- Original Message -----
From: "R.K.Floyd" <rkfloyd@charter.net>
To: <mepbmlist@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Thursday, July 15, 2004 2:22 PM
Subject: [mepbmlist] G233: The Legend Of Knite-Chark
> Listen, Lads, to the Story of Knite-Chark . . .
>
>
> Knite-Chark crept through the shadows of Dol Guldur. His prey was in site.
She was just a petty emmissary unskilled in the ways of the warrior. This
assassination would be no problem. Uncle Elrond would be so proud! No longer
would Uncle Elrond and his other "special" uncles make fun of Knite-Chark
and the Chark family. Mr. Chark was proud of his family. It wasn't easy
being a Chark. Did Charks not bleed if you pricked them? It seemed like
Charks got pricked and prodded an awful lot when they stayed in Elrond's
palace . . . man he was glad to get out of there and get an assignment at
last! His heart pounding, he crept closer to his prey's tent. . . gods she
was beautiful! The prey, that is, not the tent. Yes, I hate ambiguous
pronouns too. Wait, where was I . . . .. WHAM!!!! Suddenly, Knite-Chark felt
pain stabbing through his forehead! NOOOO! The old rake-in-the-yard trick!
He had stepped on a rake and the handle had flown into his face! This
booby-trap has been around since the stone age . . . well, the rake age. Did
they make stone rakes? I don't know. Anyways . . . The guards had heard the
noise and came running even now. The embarrasment would kill Mr. Chark if he
got out of Dol Guldur alive. He fled into the misty darkness with the sounds
of Warg Hooves thundering behind him . . . . "WHY MUST I BE A STUPID
CHARK?!?!" He cried into the night. "I hate you, dad, and I hate Uncle
Elrond and all my other "special" uncles too!!!"
>
> So ends the first bungled mission of Knite-Chark. A Tale of Woe If Ever
There Was One.
>
>
> -A True Tale For Your Entertainment from the Bard of Mirkwood
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