Deep Blue C

Once again, hats off to you guys! But how do you go about testing these points, without plonking your base down to test it, and getting stuck there for 7 days? Am I missing something obvious? I get how to use your results to move my base (Copy the move URL, change the values, and paste into address bar) but how do you do the testing. I am guessing you use the probabilities for different points somehow.

I am sorry, I have followed this thread in silence: for too long now and every time I read the OP, something really grates on me... It may be OOC, but Britain DEFENDED the Falklands against an undeclared attack by another nation! OK, carry on with your vital discussion about tech wars!

Can I have a tech deal, please? Pretty please? http://www.cybernations.net/nation_drill_display.asp?Nation_ID=153417 Thank you!

Well I for one think this demonstrates just what a genius Smurf is because I don't understand a f%@king word of it! I shall stick to meeting him on the battlefield!

you have been misinformed. We watch Brockian Ultra cricket.

Congratulations Mr Buscemi you have won the opportunity to select MHA's final message to Bob if/when we do eventually disband. You can choose from: A: The inevitable message from the Dolphins to mankind before leaving Earth 3 weeks prior to destruction Or B: God's final message to creation (written in fire in letters thirty feet high on the far side of the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains in the land of Sevorbeupstry on the planet of Preliumtarn) Or C: The protruding upper half of the letters once standing three miles high and showing the anthem of the Sirius Cybernetics Complaints Division. tl;dr Go stick your head in a pig, Buscemi

Impressive... we shall consider this as an application to join MHA!

By personal request.... Oh Turniphead turned in turn by the Turlingdrome Do you seek the grumpy froobyfact Sliced daily by your extenuating Obsidian obelisk? Harken to the Nuclear Winter brought by Tleilax To the very babbingcourt of Caerglowe And seek the green putty of Tugidly marooned In the Vortex of complete perspection. As it annihilates the cortex of Trin Tragula's spouse.

But you know you would miss us!

"hello? Evilone?....Ahh, good morning sir. I am calling on behalf of Arcturan Tackle Limited..I wonder if we can interest you in our discount value equipment?" http://www.tackledirect.com/powerpro.html

Oh Ethel, how I love thy distronic membranes Eccentrica Gallumbits, whose trio of mammary appendages The galaxy holds disrupted in its unfashionable spiralled arm Cannot hold an illuminated Arcturan Megadonkey To your insulated Magrethereal beauty. keep my snoring vaulting horse warm As I do battle with the complaints division Of the Sirius Cybernetics Coorporation (Nordreich) Share and Enjoy!

now dawns the swatchous day brief turgidly stands the row forward into baldness and termititude Unlit by candlestar nor fission Whereupon the noxious waste calls green And all is erasified. recall only we were the primary Fallopian visitors And all else is singular pixilation. Tl;dr. I got in first and hope I don't get nuked too badly.. But it is only pixels.

Indeed!.... But just to be clear... ...and not (I presume) any suggestion of a premature surrender.

Did you book in advance? If not, remember to pre-book on returning to your own time. Remember it IS at the END of the UNIVERSE! And when can we expect you? Don't want the Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters to start getting warm!

Don't give it another thought. Some of us have been genetically modified to not only accept slaughter, but actually actively seek it out! (For those of you who know their H2G2 - check out the Cow at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe)

[quote name='Morte' timestamp='1343190943' post='3014767'] Thanks to all my combatants for providing a pleasurable war. I expected more Vogon poetry though [/quote] Our apologies...Here is some Vogon Shakespeare to make up for it! [quote]Oh, too solid flesh melting Allows you to type and dew! O God fix'd Canon will derive their profits! Oh my God! God Tired, old, flat and not very profitable, I believe that all uses of this world! UIF on't! Hell! As a garden without weeds, The woman in the seed, the site in general and in the wild Right. Coming! But two months dead: No, not much, two: The great king, who became The Hyperion satyr, very loving mother As you can open the edge of heaven Visit her face too nearly. Heaven! Remember Me? why would he go with him, If desire has grown increasingly[/quote] Thanks for some good fun! Those from LOSS and GATO that I fought were all very honourable!

Apologies to the Prince of Denmark!.... No doubt, you must: It is nobler to suffer the Slings and arrows of fortune in the great, Goods or weapons, and the sea And the opposing end. He died in his sleep, It is not any more, do not we wake up to the end of the Natural disturbances of thousands of heart and stomach Survivors of sexual "is The purpose of the Holy. To go to sleep; To sleep perchance to dream-Y, is the rub. Sleep of death what dreams come When removing this mortal coil, It is our honor to be This only serves to destroy life. Those who smile and a bear with a sling during Th'oppressor wrong, arrogant insult, harass Dispriz'd love the work, the law Of pride, and regrowth The value of sick th'unworthy Then we can have When a bodkin? To bear, Under a weary life, grunt and sweat, But after the death of some Undiscovere'd countries, not There are no passengers on this trip Our efforts to create and manage a Writer If our approach to others? The conscience makes cowards; And his own desires in the way of color With the pale cast of thought sicklied is, And the Prince of the curve with the company during the This fertilizer is a must in turn Are you sure you want to name in vain.

Poetry...Take that!!! [i]Or tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, Set a date - the company keeps on the path Registered to vote first. Yesterday, we had a fool Dirt road to death. Output, short candle! And life walking shadow, a poor player, Land in their time of goods and Struts Does not mean that you should ask. This is the story Full motion and sound, and puree the phone said: No Signifyes.[/i] (Sorry Will!)

Time for some rousing Vogon Poetry!!!!... (Apologies to Shakespeare and thanks to Google translate... back and forth several times) [i]Again, breaking my dear friends, once more. Or very close to the wall we are the dead can be dangerous. Nothing in the world becomes a man A modest stillness and humility: But the outbreak of war blows in our ears. Then, imitate, tigers action. Stiffness of the tendons, blood-profit, Hard favour'd rage mask beautiful nature. Then, give the eye a terrible aspect. We see a quick glance at the head of Portage Copper is a weapon, leaving a brown o'erwhelm How Scary is irritated against the rock Jutty O'erhang base and were confused. A wild and wasteful, Swill'd With the ocean. Now stretch the nostril wide, and the teeth, Hold fast the breath and spirit of each curve His full height. On -, can be dangerous, you are noble. Whose blood is Fet parent document. Parents, in fact, as many JuliaRoses, It is not until the night of the fight in the morning. An argument that lack of swords and missiles. Dishonour to your mother, now shows I call'd them are parents. Now you can copy the raw human blood. And teach them to the war. And, if you have a good acolyte. Whose limbs were made ​​in the internal affairs ministry, there are Your grass will be a promising What stands in your growth, I doubt; So, because you do not want to say, and the base, It has a noble luster in your eyes. Stand like greyhounds in the slips I see, Straining at the beginning of the movement of the game. Follow your spirit, and that charge "God calls Julia and Bob and the Ministry of Internal Affairs[/i]

More Poetry. (It is what we do) See, see the officious sky Marvel at its big puce depths. Tell me, GATO do you Wonder why the Planet Bob ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel blitzed. I can tell you, it is Worried by your Whiskery facial growth That looks like A GATEAUX. (geddit? - Gateaux=GATO...Oh never mind) What's more, it knows Your belgium potting shed Smells of GATOnian Pea. Everything under the big officious sky Asks why, why do you even bother? You only charm mushrooms.

..or a single aid slot?..just a thought.

Battlefield Drinks.....What happened to the Old Janx Spirit! (Not to be confused with Old Janax Spirit which still haunts the MHA now and then!)

I thought the declaration was a beautiful piece of poetry. Worthy of a true Vogon!

Enough talk..lets nuke some pixels!

[quote name='scytale' timestamp='1296397446' post='2611086'] Looks like all parties are below nuke level. Just an out and out fist fight. I love it. [/quote] Can't beat a good fist fight!