Quote from: AnitaI didn't want to play in this tournament
Kano made me to do it

Quote from: MIGHTY`tanermarry me anita
i have 2 sheep and 3 goats

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Tadeusz is the master of expletive Polish-language criticism 

Max, I posted that message before I played you and Tobi! Compare the time of the message to the time of the game, and you will see.

I was merely pointing out the contradiction between your saying everyone can win and your standard game title of "WeAreUnbeatable!!"

For what it's worth, I enjoy playing your high-powered rope-normal game, although only as a change from my usual normals 

Quote from: GodmaxWeAreUnbeatable

Quote from: Godmax on July 29, 2015, 10:03 AM
Let me put it this way: there are only a handful of players that can win unlike in Max Scheme where concentration, teamwork and manliness can lead to victory for everyone.

   

Inter is easy and hard at the same time!

It's sad you feel that way, Godmax. I bet you put sugar in your tea, dontcha?

The fact that so many players - and so many good players - have signed up already, just goes to show that inter is the keystone of worms, and that it is evergreen. We have a sort of TUS-CWT on our hands here, and God knows who will end up on the podium.

Zemke has already mentioned the CWT situation. A solid idea would be to copy that, i.e. stream big TUS games (e.g. cup knockout matches) with accompanying commentary. These streams would presumably go out via twitch in the first instance, and be added to the youtube channel afterwards.

Quote from: iMacG5 on June 27, 2015, 07:47 PM
Good read! You should consider making a sequel!

I'm hoping someone else will write one 

Looks like a knock-on effect of mistakes there; Battle Axe became Long Axe, then when he started typing Longbow, he thought, Hang on, there's already a "Long" wep in the list, so it must be something else, thus Crossbow.

(Maybe we'll get a crossbow in Worms Unlimited!)

Over two hours on the train for me 

I hate to be the killjoy of the thread, but Staffordshire Bull Terriers have a reputation for being dangerous, like Rottweilers. You gotta train her well, Pizza, to avoid disaster in the future!

Good detective work, Walrus! Sad that they couldn't make up the numbers.

Macclesfield is a town in England to the south of Manchester. I found the following worms tournament advertised!

http://www.entropyevents.com/worms/

There's no date, but I'm guessing it's either finished or didn't happen. Does anyone know anything about it? It is - or would be - a great event for wormers in the northwest of England.

PS. Interesting to see that their scheme features unlimited baseball bats.

Quote from: LeTotalKiller on July 22, 2015, 02:01 AMEach tournament is played within a few hours, and there are generally several tournaments per day.

TY.

Down the road from where I live, there is a public toilet, a small standalone building. I was walking near it yesterday when I saw a man waiting outside it. He was looking flustered, so I said to him, "Are you okay, mister?"

"No!" he said, "I've been waiting here for flipping ages, and my bladder is ready to burst."

"Are you sure there's someone in there?" I asked.

"Yeah, you can see that the door is locked. And it's two blokes who are in there, probably having gay sex..."

"LOL"

"Damnit!" said the man, "This is exactly like a cup I'm waiting for at TUS, an Intermediate cup."

"You're a worms player?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah, old school. Listen, I know we have to wait coz of the ten cups rule, but why did the mods open that darts cup before the inter one?"

"Dunno."

At this point, the man lost his nerve. "f@#! this!" he shouted, "I will wait no more!" And on that note, he started to piss his pants.

"Hey," I said, "what are you doing?"

"I'm not waiting for that cup, and I'm not waiting for that toilet either."

A dark patch of urine spread outwards over the groin area of his trousers, and ran down the insides of his legs.

"So if the cup opened right now, you wouldn't play?" I said.

"Correct," he said quietly. Then he started crying.

The toilet door opened and two men came out, a fat man in an expensive suit and a younger man whose trousers were sagging.

"Aw," they said to the crying worms player, "there, there." They gave him a group hug. Then they walked away.

I walked away too, thinking to myself, "Has it come to this? A man has just deliberately pissed his own pants because he was made to wait too long for a TUS cup, and the only people who cared about it were a couple of random gays. What kind of world do we live in?"