OberKommando der Schwerpunkt, after fresh victories the world over, is prepared to mount another aggressive campaign. This Combat Mission will be mounted on an unprecedented scale. My Commanders have been ordered to the field and are, this very moment, preparing to strike.
Apathy, soft living and marxist movements in your governments have rendered your "nations" weak and vunerable!
Are there any men among you able and willing to stand up to the unstoppable power that is OberKommando der Schwerpunkt? Jack booted legions are marching as we speak!
Looking for more games! Unfortunately, my CMAK disk is broken so am forced to fight on the East Front for the time being. QB or Scenarios welcome! Send me a note or post here. I would prefer to fight those that have not entered the ring with me in the past! I love a good challenge.
It appears that we have a 50/50 record that leaves an unanswered question - Who is superior?
I know the answer, but if you insist, send me an email and let me know what you have in mind!
At least you have been man enough to step up. There are many around the world that are hiding behind their computer desks, afraid to respond to my challenge. They are shaking and wetting themselves hoping that this hour will pass.
They say to themselves "Please do not pick me!" or "If I walk into the bathroom and not answer the phone, perhaps I will not be forced to fight!" and "Dear Lord! I promise NEVER to venture onto a combat gaming website if I do not have to face Schwerpunkt! I will stay with cooking recipes and knitting websites!"
Some of these women have impressive scores - made by challenging half-wits and 10 year olds! Others have won popularity points and talk much. In either case, they still hide...
Fear has caused my toilet to back up and the knitting websites have banned me because of the things I wanted to do with the sheep. So now I must face myself in the mirror and say, " It is a Schwerpunkt or a punked schwer?" And if it is a punked schwer, why can't I do the punking of him too?
So if you are the man like thing you claim to be, send me, the key holder to the locker where your conjones are, a set up of something 1943ish, my commies against your sausage swallowers. Now be done with your hollow bravado and bring me more toilet paper.
File sent. Take your time to enjoy the star lit night, a warm spring breeze on your face, or the feel of warm wool against your skin just before the sheep cries out in terror. For after that time you will not see the light of day in our new state-of-the-art POW camp.
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