Doper Diplomacy - Fall and Winter 2002

Cat23 Diplomacy Game Free State 10(W-)40 page.

Cat23 and diplom.org pages, packed with goodies.

And the official Dip rules, in PDF format.

Not trying to be a pest, Weirddave, but when do you think you’ll adjudicate? Just want to keep myself from procrastinating too much at work today. If I don’t have a target time I just tend to check here and in e-mail every 5 minutes.

I think I delayed him.

So mock me.

NMR! NMR! NMR!

Hey, I’m feeding Dave alcohol and food in two weeks.

Advantage: Me.

It’s all done. 9 Am is the deadline, and that translates to : “When I get up and get around to it”. JC made it.

How do we get in on this food and alcohol thing? I’ll let you have whatever countries you’d like.

www.wooleysark.com/ween2002

It’s the happening place to be.

Wow, that’s a pretty cool link. It’s technically not impossible but at least highly doubtful that I would be able to attend.

Oh, you’re just bitter Nate.

I was trying to get word from you the last couple days and heard nothing, so you can’t be shocked I did what I did. Frankly I can’t see that we’re any further from being able to contain him this way since Germany, Russia and I wouldn’t have played along anyways.

However, I just took the monkey out of the wrench. You should be happy that it went quickly and painlessly so we won’t be further distracted.

Oh, I’m beyond bitter, Omni.

I dunno, Nate. I’ve been told you’re really quite sweet.

Obviously you haven’t been speaking to Lady Chance. She says I’m salty.

But I think you’re cute, too, big boy.

She’ll be sour if she reads that post.

Nah, she knows I have a thing for Chicago legal-types.

Putting aside the question of whether Jonathan Chance is sweet, sour, bitter, or salty, I can testify that his Halloween party is a happenin’ event.

Not that it’ll contribute in any meaningful way to that, but the missus and I will be there.

What’s all this talk of mooses and holloweens doing in my Diplomacy thread anyways?!?!

Moose Munch from Harry and David?

I’ve got a two pound tin, right here.

It’s how I keep my girlish figure.

You’re a wimp, Shibb!

Last Halloween, young bouv took the bus down from upstate New York to attend the Dope-A-Ween. 17 hours on several greyhound buses so he could get dropped off in Leesburg, VA hoping I’d come get him.

That’s dedication.

Now. Are you in or no?

I think it’s quite clear from the way I set myself up to get played like a fiddle by you that I’d have ‘played along,’ Omni. I made that choice, and you made yours.

I don’t blame you, though. I’d have bought the farm sooner or later, and I handed it to you this year, so why not? I just hope Abe and Nate make you pay.