JerichoHill
Bedrock of Knowledge
im all for no DM too.
Wow, you guys are gonna try and kill the Triumverate? That seems a bit silly. If I were one of you bigger guys, I'd hold back a bit and wait until one of the other big fish over commits to ensure a game clinching DOW
I'm pressed for time as of right now, but Robi I'll send you an updated PM tomorrowish.
Well Robi D said yes, and he's in charge of their units, so umm, i dont think it matters right now
Ah, ok, cool thanks.
And I'd much rather attack riflemen than infantry. How many riflemen in IslamaWhomp?![]()
How would I know?
Sorry, it was a general and vaguely rhetorical question.
its annoying to observe this and do nothing...
Can't we just leave Islamawhomp alone? It's had it's own personal jihad to fight with Azza, BCLG, Whomp, BCLG, Igloo and me again.
join an MP game then.
Good point. Pitboss games take about 15 minutes to play and for you that might mean a missed opportunity to start a thread.Im stubbornly refusing to touch cIV.. so thats unlikely.![]()
piffle, i just hate the move to 3D... pointless, but probably means my laptop will struggle to run it..
I feel this is appropriate.
http://poetry.eserver.org/light-brigade.html
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.