THE BLITZ EXTREME CAGE MATCH: COL T vs [hirr]Leto

[Copper]

And now for a 17th century boring English poet moment:

John Donne once wrote the prosaic line: ""Like gold to airy thinness beat", to describe the bond between two people expanding outwards infinitely. You see, gold can be hammered (beat) into extremely thin gold leaf, which then can cover an area far greater than its original size. I feel like I have a similar bond with Dave.

That's why I have no problem kicking him in the nuts.

(btw, John Donne's brother, and a long distant relative of "Larry the Cable Guy" turned the poetic and warm phrase on its head after a binge night of drinking. When asked in the morning how he felt, he responded with, "Like sh*t to airy thinness beat"... it was from this that the famous cliche "I feel like hammered sh*t" was born.)

Speaking of hammered sh*t, there are a few Soviet troopers that at one time were eagerly looking to sink their buckteeth into my big kitties... they have other things on their mind now... like a ton of HE...



It looks like at least two platoons of Soviet infantry are off down the yipe, yipe trail to ARSEKICKEDROVIA.... sort of like Margaritaville, but without the Margaritas and a lot of large boots in the arse.

With the retreat of their cowardly tank support, these boys are dun. I'm sure my little MG crew is going to strut around and yodel about how they "defended their hawse" and that those kitties were just window dressing... I'll let them think that for now...

Back in town, my plans are unfolding as I had directed...



The Romuck who had the temerity to try to attempt to burgle my big town flag is headed for the river to douse the flames...

The rest of the village is lighting up like a pinball machine:



NOTE* I realized too late that my FT dude was too close to my Turan Turan area fire, and the pesky varmint romuck who should be pasted to the roof of that small heavy building still lives... I guess he'll get a shot of some firewater next turn.

Now to my poor Klaus in his inneffectual Puma... I think the trauma with Hans brother/sister has set in deep and he has a death wish... I ordered him to wheel around and confront the little light tank that's pissing on my lawn, and he does exactly as ordered... gets into the LOS of the Romuck light tanks, and then reaches for a bottle and starts to drink, waiting expectantly for a 37mm shell to enter through the turret and end the pain... lucky for me, one of his crew pushes the babbling Klaus out of the way and after two side bounces from the 37 popgun, this unfolds:



Two more full frontal penetrations on the R-2... and still no kill... This PUMA is sort of like yank "haunted tank" Stuart of comic book lore, but instead of being able to kill KING TIGERS with JEB'S 37mm supernatural ghostbuster cannon, old Klaus and company can't run diarrhea down a hill on a hot day in Calcutta to save their lives.

So far, Klaus's trauma is really starting to cramp my style.

Lastly, my poor sniper lowers his head and sadly marches off to his doom:



As always, a good scout is a dead scout.



I'm going to have to figure out a way to rip that western flag on the hill out of Dave's hot little hands...

I hope those Soviets like Turan Turan.

"His name is Boris and he bleeds upon the sand... he's defied Leto, and will now die for the motherland!"

or something like that...

: )

From what I'm told, Dave is busy rubbing old teapots desperately looking for a Genie... the book of magic spells that he borrowed from the Coil that was used to immobilize my tanks doesn't seem to have enough magic left in it...

Let's hope that Klaus's depression isn't catching... Dave isn't done just yet... far from it... and I expect a few more foul deeds to be perpetrated upon me yet.


OH MY GOD!! SOMEONE JUST THREW A SET OF KEYS AT LETO AND HIT HIM IN THE EYE!!! HE'S TORN BACK THE SIDE OF THE CAGE AND IS NOW OUT IN THE CROWD LOOKING FOR THIS GUY!! LETO'S COACH IS DIRECTING HIM TO BEAT ON SEVERAL SPECTATORS, BUT I DON'T THINK HE'S FOUND THE GUY YET!! BUT THE FANS ARE STANDING UP TO HIM,

Moderated Rule 2 - baiting of members to get an inflammatory response

THE PEANUT VENDORS ARE STANDING UP TO HIM!!! AND MY GOD, IF I WAS DOWN THERE, I'D BE STANDING UP TO HIM!!!



: )

Cheers!

Leto