gordon
13-02-2002, 00:37
Well, this is the end for me. I've been playing this game since round 1, and I've decided that I'll be leaving this game for good once I'm destroyed. I'll probably be checking out the forum every now and then, but I won't be playing the game itself.
It's been a wonderful little romp playing with the other members of the Alliance Navy in game 3. I want to thank you guys (and gals). You folks have made my last game here the most enjoyable. It's been a pleasure knowing you all, and working alongside with you. From the early push to Longshot, to the final defense of our system, it was a great experience for me.
Of course, when one mentions the defense of our system, one musn't forget about the tireless efforts of our allies in the League and Maas. It was through your determination that we were able to prevail as long as we had. Thank you.
And speaking of my fellow Navy pilots, you guys are the best group that I have ever had the privilege to serve with. It's also been quite fun to find out a little about my fellow pilots. Things such as Spektyr's pet python and weapons collection (the fact that he knows how to wield those things inspires no little amount of awe in me), Silent Frog's knowledge about Sun Tsu's "The Art of War", and The-Hawk's familiarity with the movie "Spaceballs".
Our FC would have people think that I've accomplished quite a bit for the Navy, but I don't think so. I'm just a guy that tries to follow orders as best as he can. A guy who tries help out his faction (and occasionally posts on the Comms such drivel as the following scene from the movie "Spaceballs"):
(begin scene)
INT. DINER - SPACE - A waitress is talking to the cashier. The cashier gives her something.
WAITRESS Thanks, hon.
LONE STARR and BARF walk in. They sit at the bar. The WAITRESS walks towards them. She gives them water.
WAITRESS (to Barf) Hi, big stuff. (to Lone Starr) Hi, dream. (to both) What'll you have?
LONE STARR We've just got a few minutes while were gassin' up. What's ready?
WAITRESS I can give you the Space Soup or the Space Special.
LONE STARR Ummmmm, I'll have the soup.
WAITRESS Okay. (writes the order)
BARF I'll have the cleavage, ur, the special.
WAITRESS Okay, I have one special and one soup. The WAITRESS comes up behind them to a table. BARF'S TAIL is wagging and is going up the waitress's mini-skirt.
WAITRESS You ready to order?
CUSTOMER Hi, yes. We'll both have the luna fish.
WAITRESS Okay, anything to drink? (turns around) Hey, hey, watch where you're stickin' that thing.
BARF (turns around) Huh? Oh, look, it's got a mind of it's own, sweetheart. I can't do a thing with it. (laughs)
The WAITRESS walks away to another table. BARF howls like a dog. LONE STARR hits him.
BARF What?
Some people are sitting at the other end of the bar. One of them is telling a story. One of them (JOHN HURT) is eating.
GUY AT BAR We were lost. None of us knew where
we were. And then Harry began feelin' around on all the trees. And then he says, "I got it: we on Pluto." And we said, "Harry how can you tell?" He said, "From the bark you dummies." (laughs) From the bark. (laughs)
JOHN HURT starts to act like he's choking on his food. Then he grabs his stomach like he has indigestion.
WOMAN AT BAR Is he all right?
GUY AT BAR Yeah, this guy digs me.
JOHN HURT spits out some of his food. They lie him down on the bar. LONE STARR and BARF look and react.
WOMAN AT BAR Bring some water.
GUY AT BAR Water my a**. Bring this guy some Pepto Bismol.
BARF Waitress! Waitress, what did he order?
The WAITRESS comes over to BARF. She looks over to JOHN HURT.
WAITRESS Oh, he had the special.
BARF The spec.... That's what I ordered. Change my order to the soup.
LONE STARR Good move.
Something is trying to push out of JOHN HURT'S stomach. It eventually comes out. A little alien comes out of his stomach. It growls. JOHN HURT looks at it.
JOHN HURT Oh, no. Not again.
The ALIEN jumps out of his stomach on to Spaceballs-the Placemat. Some people scream. The ALIEN growls again. Then, it puts on a little hat and starts to dance down the bar.
ALIEN (singing) Hello, my baby. Hello my honey. Hello my rag-time gal. Send me a kiss by wire. Baby my heart's on fire.
The ALIEN dances past LONE STARR and BARF. LONE STARR and BARF react.
ALIEN (still singing) If you refuse me, honey, you lose me, then
you'll be left alone. Oh baby, telephone and tell me I'm your own.
The ALIEN goes through doors in the wall. The doors close behind him. LONE STARR and BARF stand up.
LONE STARR and BARF Check please.
(end scene)
Well, I'd better end this thing soon, as it's getting rather long. But before I go, I thought I'd leave you all with a song. Granted, it's a song about tanks and their crews, but it's been in my head all day ever since I watched "The Battle of the Bulge", so I figure I might as well share it with the rest of you. I've provided a translation for this German song that I found fits the melody rather well (as opposed to a more direct translation, which doesn't fit all that well with the rhythm of the song).
Thank you, everyone who's been a part of this game (from round 1 to the present). I've had a great time playing with you all. Goodbye, and good luck to everybody on all of your future endeavors. Anyway, here's the song:
"Panzerlied"
1. Ob's stürmt oder schneit,
Ob die Sonne uns lacht,
Der Tag glühend heiß
Oder eiskalt die Nacht.
Bestaubt sind die Gesichter,
Doch froh ist unser Sinn,
Ist unser Sinn;
Es braust unser Panzer
Im Sturmwind dahin.
2. Mit donnernden Motoren,
Geschwind wie der Blitz,
Dem Feinde entgegen,
Im Panzer geschützt.
Voraus den Kameraden,
Im Kampf steh'n wir allein,
Steh'n wir allein,
So stoßen wir tief
In die feindlichen Reihn.
3. Wenn vor uns ein feindliches
Heer dann erscheint,
Wird Vollgas gegeben
Und ran an den Feind!
Was gilt denn unser Leben
Für unsres Reiches Heer?
Ja Reiches Heer?
Für Deutschland zu sterben
Ist uns höchste Ehr.
4. Mit Sperren und Minen
Hält der Gegner uns auf,
Wir lachen darüber
Und fahren nicht drauf.
Und droh'n vor uns Geschütze,
Versteckt im gelben Sand,
Im gelben Sand,
Wir suchen uns Wege,
Die keiner sonst fand.
5. Und läßt uns im Stich
Einst das treulose Glück,
Und kehren wir nicht mehr
Zur Heimat zurück,
Trifft uns die Todeskugel,
Ruft uns das Schicksal ab,
Ja Schicksal ab,
Dann wird uns der Panzer
Ein ehernes Grab.
English Translation by Frank Petersohn
In blizzard or storm,
Or in sun warm and bright,
The day hot as hell
Or bone-chilling be the night,
Our faces may with dust be laid,
But spirits never fade,
No, never fade;
Relentless, our tank
Thunders out on a raid.
With engines a-howling,
Fast as is the wind,
We head for the foe,
Safe, as we're in armor skinned.
Our comrades still behind us roam;
We fight the foe alone,
Yes, fight alone.
We stab through the line
To break the foes backbone.
Whenever the foe
May appear in our sight,
We'll ram throttle full,
Then we'll humble all his might!
Of what use is our life if we
Our country serve freely?
Yes, serve freely!
To die for our country,
Our honour shall be.
With tank traps and mines,
Our foe tries to impede.
We laugh at his ruses;
We know he'll not suceed.
And when, in threat, his cannons stand,
Half hidden in the sand,
Yes, in the sand,
We can find our way
Over much safer land.
And should at long last,
Fickle Lady Luck leave,
And we remain here,
Leaving family to grieve,
A bullet with our name on it,
Find us and seal our fate,
Yes, seal our fate,
Our tank will our grave be
On that final date.
It's been a wonderful little romp playing with the other members of the Alliance Navy in game 3. I want to thank you guys (and gals). You folks have made my last game here the most enjoyable. It's been a pleasure knowing you all, and working alongside with you. From the early push to Longshot, to the final defense of our system, it was a great experience for me.
Of course, when one mentions the defense of our system, one musn't forget about the tireless efforts of our allies in the League and Maas. It was through your determination that we were able to prevail as long as we had. Thank you.
And speaking of my fellow Navy pilots, you guys are the best group that I have ever had the privilege to serve with. It's also been quite fun to find out a little about my fellow pilots. Things such as Spektyr's pet python and weapons collection (the fact that he knows how to wield those things inspires no little amount of awe in me), Silent Frog's knowledge about Sun Tsu's "The Art of War", and The-Hawk's familiarity with the movie "Spaceballs".
Our FC would have people think that I've accomplished quite a bit for the Navy, but I don't think so. I'm just a guy that tries to follow orders as best as he can. A guy who tries help out his faction (and occasionally posts on the Comms such drivel as the following scene from the movie "Spaceballs"):
(begin scene)
INT. DINER - SPACE - A waitress is talking to the cashier. The cashier gives her something.
WAITRESS Thanks, hon.
LONE STARR and BARF walk in. They sit at the bar. The WAITRESS walks towards them. She gives them water.
WAITRESS (to Barf) Hi, big stuff. (to Lone Starr) Hi, dream. (to both) What'll you have?
LONE STARR We've just got a few minutes while were gassin' up. What's ready?
WAITRESS I can give you the Space Soup or the Space Special.
LONE STARR Ummmmm, I'll have the soup.
WAITRESS Okay. (writes the order)
BARF I'll have the cleavage, ur, the special.
WAITRESS Okay, I have one special and one soup. The WAITRESS comes up behind them to a table. BARF'S TAIL is wagging and is going up the waitress's mini-skirt.
WAITRESS You ready to order?
CUSTOMER Hi, yes. We'll both have the luna fish.
WAITRESS Okay, anything to drink? (turns around) Hey, hey, watch where you're stickin' that thing.
BARF (turns around) Huh? Oh, look, it's got a mind of it's own, sweetheart. I can't do a thing with it. (laughs)
The WAITRESS walks away to another table. BARF howls like a dog. LONE STARR hits him.
BARF What?
Some people are sitting at the other end of the bar. One of them is telling a story. One of them (JOHN HURT) is eating.
GUY AT BAR We were lost. None of us knew where
we were. And then Harry began feelin' around on all the trees. And then he says, "I got it: we on Pluto." And we said, "Harry how can you tell?" He said, "From the bark you dummies." (laughs) From the bark. (laughs)
JOHN HURT starts to act like he's choking on his food. Then he grabs his stomach like he has indigestion.
WOMAN AT BAR Is he all right?
GUY AT BAR Yeah, this guy digs me.
JOHN HURT spits out some of his food. They lie him down on the bar. LONE STARR and BARF look and react.
WOMAN AT BAR Bring some water.
GUY AT BAR Water my a**. Bring this guy some Pepto Bismol.
BARF Waitress! Waitress, what did he order?
The WAITRESS comes over to BARF. She looks over to JOHN HURT.
WAITRESS Oh, he had the special.
BARF The spec.... That's what I ordered. Change my order to the soup.
LONE STARR Good move.
Something is trying to push out of JOHN HURT'S stomach. It eventually comes out. A little alien comes out of his stomach. It growls. JOHN HURT looks at it.
JOHN HURT Oh, no. Not again.
The ALIEN jumps out of his stomach on to Spaceballs-the Placemat. Some people scream. The ALIEN growls again. Then, it puts on a little hat and starts to dance down the bar.
ALIEN (singing) Hello, my baby. Hello my honey. Hello my rag-time gal. Send me a kiss by wire. Baby my heart's on fire.
The ALIEN dances past LONE STARR and BARF. LONE STARR and BARF react.
ALIEN (still singing) If you refuse me, honey, you lose me, then
you'll be left alone. Oh baby, telephone and tell me I'm your own.
The ALIEN goes through doors in the wall. The doors close behind him. LONE STARR and BARF stand up.
LONE STARR and BARF Check please.
(end scene)
Well, I'd better end this thing soon, as it's getting rather long. But before I go, I thought I'd leave you all with a song. Granted, it's a song about tanks and their crews, but it's been in my head all day ever since I watched "The Battle of the Bulge", so I figure I might as well share it with the rest of you. I've provided a translation for this German song that I found fits the melody rather well (as opposed to a more direct translation, which doesn't fit all that well with the rhythm of the song).
Thank you, everyone who's been a part of this game (from round 1 to the present). I've had a great time playing with you all. Goodbye, and good luck to everybody on all of your future endeavors. Anyway, here's the song:
"Panzerlied"
1. Ob's stürmt oder schneit,
Ob die Sonne uns lacht,
Der Tag glühend heiß
Oder eiskalt die Nacht.
Bestaubt sind die Gesichter,
Doch froh ist unser Sinn,
Ist unser Sinn;
Es braust unser Panzer
Im Sturmwind dahin.
2. Mit donnernden Motoren,
Geschwind wie der Blitz,
Dem Feinde entgegen,
Im Panzer geschützt.
Voraus den Kameraden,
Im Kampf steh'n wir allein,
Steh'n wir allein,
So stoßen wir tief
In die feindlichen Reihn.
3. Wenn vor uns ein feindliches
Heer dann erscheint,
Wird Vollgas gegeben
Und ran an den Feind!
Was gilt denn unser Leben
Für unsres Reiches Heer?
Ja Reiches Heer?
Für Deutschland zu sterben
Ist uns höchste Ehr.
4. Mit Sperren und Minen
Hält der Gegner uns auf,
Wir lachen darüber
Und fahren nicht drauf.
Und droh'n vor uns Geschütze,
Versteckt im gelben Sand,
Im gelben Sand,
Wir suchen uns Wege,
Die keiner sonst fand.
5. Und läßt uns im Stich
Einst das treulose Glück,
Und kehren wir nicht mehr
Zur Heimat zurück,
Trifft uns die Todeskugel,
Ruft uns das Schicksal ab,
Ja Schicksal ab,
Dann wird uns der Panzer
Ein ehernes Grab.
English Translation by Frank Petersohn
In blizzard or storm,
Or in sun warm and bright,
The day hot as hell
Or bone-chilling be the night,
Our faces may with dust be laid,
But spirits never fade,
No, never fade;
Relentless, our tank
Thunders out on a raid.
With engines a-howling,
Fast as is the wind,
We head for the foe,
Safe, as we're in armor skinned.
Our comrades still behind us roam;
We fight the foe alone,
Yes, fight alone.
We stab through the line
To break the foes backbone.
Whenever the foe
May appear in our sight,
We'll ram throttle full,
Then we'll humble all his might!
Of what use is our life if we
Our country serve freely?
Yes, serve freely!
To die for our country,
Our honour shall be.
With tank traps and mines,
Our foe tries to impede.
We laugh at his ruses;
We know he'll not suceed.
And when, in threat, his cannons stand,
Half hidden in the sand,
Yes, in the sand,
We can find our way
Over much safer land.
And should at long last,
Fickle Lady Luck leave,
And we remain here,
Leaving family to grieve,
A bullet with our name on it,
Find us and seal our fate,
Yes, seal our fate,
Our tank will our grave be
On that final date.