Dave’s done dithered out.

Tinamou appears in every other TAP. The game deadlines are always the Monday before the appropriate TAP deadline, which is always a Saturday. See TAP for the dates.

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A new GIR draw is proposed. Please vote with your orders.

GM: Apparently, there’s nothing left to say.

Italian f lon: wal

Italian a vie: otb

Russian a ber: pru, otb

BOOB to FARCE ADDICTS: Baby needs some NMRs, some NMRs. Goz, Eric and Rick could all NMR. That makes everyone play their lowest card.

GM to Boob: Yes, it would, although I’m sure it’s no secret by now that the Fuzzies and the Rock Stars have been on perpetual order to play their largest cards. Those were actual perpetual orders however, not NMRs.

NEKAYAH to GM: If we get those NMR's I can score!

BOOB to GM: Rasselas gets fourth, but I get third as a team! "I am third", that's a good place to be.

BOOB to DEATH: Elvis may be in the building, but he doesn't finish.

GM to Boob: Yeah, but he gets to go home with a big card in his pocket!

BOOB to TRIUMPH THE INSULT COMIC DOG: Yeah, you may have swept past me, but we'll get you next time!

BOOB to 111 WISHERS: Having me NOT land there was entirely intentional, I assure you. I really thought Pekuah had a chance if you guys had "gone for it" more. Admittedly, many of you on 110 score anyway. Oh well.

Now I like this, good economy here, everyone who crosses the finish line gets points, and the rest don’t bother. Congratulations to Eric on his win. Rick comes in second, proving that late night television is close to the apocalypse, but it’s not quite there yet. Presidents and Royalty just can’t compete in today’s market. Let me know if you’d like to do it again.

(24) The Goz Transportation Co. (Warren Goesle: 3907 Cedar Ridge, #1B, Indianapolis, IN 46235 gozcorp@iquest.com)

Team Manager: Gerald Ford

Coached by Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog

(1) The Warm Fuzzies ( Sara Reichert, 20805 Margaret St., Carson, CA 90745-1224)

Team Leader: Sweet Sara

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Woolworth II-D: Who’s Your Buddy?

Yet again, Russia blows up a German army.

Ger a sil – boh

Proposals (Please vote with your orders)

Norse to Krauts---VERRY kind von you to be offerink my capital back to me. Chust too cold there for you soft southerners. HA! Off to kill Russkies! It is a good day to die fighting!

Germany - Austria: Typical bitter Austrian. Go read some Freud.

Krautmunchers - Vikings: Yah, my bad. If you dig me out of this mess, I'll de-convert and join you in Valhalla. Though I don't agree with "treacherous"...how about "misguided"?

Germany - All: I can finally admit my evil plan - I am actually playing as 3 players in this game, and therefore six powers. I control (or controlled) Russia, Germany, Austria, Turkey, Balkans, and Scandinavia. I win! I win! I certainly outsmarted myself!

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Who's Your Buddy Spring 1909

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A few more players have joined the lists, but we are still woefully short of a new game. Only 7 game starts last year that Conrad registered. Come on now, prove that this hobby isn’t dying!!

Fog of War Phil Reynolds variant where you only see what your units can see. Best not leave that back door open, someone might slip in.

Dead of Night: Forget what your units can see, you only know where your units are. Everything else is a mystery. Only for the truly perverse! Makes Fog of War look like Light of Day.

Perestroika Diplomacy: Add an economic twist to the classic game. Centers generate revenue, armies and fleets must be maintained, and treasuries can be sacked! Rules are available on request.

Signed up: Art Schleinkofer, Phil Reynolds

Standard Diplomacy: Nothing new, nothing novel. The only twist to this game is that I strongly encourage players without email to join up. The long deadlines make it easier to get those negotiations in. That is not to say that I do not want people with email joining, but please do not do so unless you are prepared to negotiate fully with those people who don’t have email and rely on the Postal Service.

Signed up: Phil Reynolds, Chris Lockheardt, Bob Dowrey, Hank Alme, John Powers

Black Hole Diplomacy: Watch the spaces disappear and the trips to the other side of the board get shorter and shorter. No stalemate lines in this variant. Great for those who like a free-for-all.

Signed up: Karl Muller

Just the results please: Don’t really know what to call this one as I just came up with it. Perhaps it’s been tried before. The twist for this variant is that each season only the ending unit positions are published, not the orders. You’ll know who went where, but not who helped whom, or want may have been tried unsuccessfully.

Signed up: Phil Reynolds

Colonia: A world spanning variant with colonies. Lots of room for interesting convoys and plenty of interactions. A great game for practicing your tactics.

Railway Rivals: Anyone interested in a railroad game? Send me your favorite map and I’ll be happy to run it.

Signed up: Conrad von Metzke, Eric Brosius, Hank Alme

Breaking Away: Tour de Farce is wrapping up, time to start a new one. Pump up your tires and join in the fun.

Signed up: Eric Brosius, Tom Howell

Industrial Waste: A new game for 3-4 players. Manager your factory and build your products, but beware, increased production means more waste, and if you aren’t careful you’ll find that working in a sludge pit affects your productivity and the bottom line.

Signed up: Eric Brosius

Reader’s Choice: I’m open to anything, just send me the rules and if I think I can run it, I’ll offer it.

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Swiftsure buys a Water Factory (Wa8, Wa7, Or5) and the population to man it (Wa8, Or1, Or1).

HDBC VI opens the bidding on a Warehouse and wins it for 25 (Wa9, Wa7, Wa5, Or2, Or2).

RDC opens the bidding on a Nodule which MMC wins for 30 (MWa). RDC then opens the bidding on a second Nodule, and wins it for the bargain price of 25 (Wa8, Wa7, Wa7, Or3).

Bartertown, Mark III buys one population (Wa10) and resumes Ore production.

MMC now passes to close out the round.

SWIFTSURE is Stellar Waif Intergalactic Futures Trading, Space Urchin Recovery Element

HDBC VI is Heavenly Bodies Development Company VI

MMC is Mud Mining Company

RDC is Resource Development Corp.

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Stand and fight is the order of the day as everyone holds their ground and opens fire (or ice, if you prefer). The Dalton Brothers are still on holiday, but that doesn’t hurt them much as The Boob has trouble lofting a dirigible that far while continuing his conjugal visit with the snowman. Everyone piles on the leader though, and that powderpuff tail makes a good enough target that he’s headed off to the kitchen to thaw out his whiskers.

SB-SO:

Your teeth may now be bright,

your diaper may now fit just right.

Your choice of tie may be outtasight,

but I'm still gonna cover you in white.

Take that you big green lumbering ogretic infestation you!

GM – SB: Seems he did a duck and cover. Better watch out, his target of choice just left the yard!

SB-DB: Play in the snow, but don't go peeing in it your unnerstan' boys?

SB-all but DB: Watch out where the Dalton's go, don't make balls of yellow snow.

SB-DB: yeah, that's right, yellow. I'm calling you yella, fella. I'm calling you out. I'm calling out. I'm out of it. I'm lashing out. I'm lashing you to the nearest tree and flailing you within an inch of your life. I'm enjoying it. I'm getting off on it. I'm gonna toss my balls your way, fella. You're gonna get a taste of MY juice. Come. And get me. Take me. Have me. Consume me in your desire for back-yard dominance. Ball me. I'm yours. But I'm bigger than your mother wanred you. I'm bigger than you expected. I'm more than you can handle. I'm more than you can fondle. I'm more than you ever wanted to fondle. I'm bigger than both of you, and twice as long. So don't turn around, or you won't see it coming. And then you'd be disappointed. Pant pant, rasp, wheeze. Now, step back inside, or I will taunt you a second time.

BOOB to DALTONS: Wake up, see if this Dirigible helps!

GM – Boob: Huh, whaa? What Dirigible?

BOOB to SHREK: You're history, where's Shrek II?

BOOB to SHREK: I can ignore you too, you know.... here goes!

BOOB to ALL: The Hare, The Hare!!! He's winning, trash him!!!

GM to Boob: Mission accomplished.

BOOB to BALD ONE: I crush arachnids with my imense paws, I'm not afeard o' nuttin.

ABOOBABLE SNOWMAN STILL DEFENDS THE BODY OF HIS DEFENSELESS, HEADLESS BROTHER: Go ahead and rush us, we spit at thee from the jaws of death!!!

BOOB to FROZEN BIN LADEN: Any idea where the bodies are buried???