Happiness squared.

[sebigboss79]

 

One girl may not be enough at this stage.

[OldenBUA]

One girl may not be enough at this stage.

So it should be twenty Keira's and one Centurion? But it will be more difficult to tell which packet contains what. 

[Hertsblue]

Nor sure about female company, fsn, but I've enetered you for the Booker Prize. Only another 59,500 words required. 

[Techno]

Nah Ray....

I can understand what FSN's saying.....He's got no chance !!
But it IS very, very entertaining !!
All power to his digits.

Cheers - Phil.

[fsn]

THERE WAS A THIRD TODAY!!!!

Surely the slave master at the subterranean forges of Middle Borough has been gifted with a new whip, for behold! I have received a third package today, scarce two seven-days after the supplication was made.

My excitement was tinged with a hint of relief. Two packages brought me to the very edge of having my soul emptied, three would surely have destroyed me completely! I feared the union of three - surely they would recall the Gods of the golden age - Guilder, Grant and Featherstone - and not even the creator god Wells would have been able to contain such a confluence of power.

I have spread the contents of all three over my painting table, carefully matching the code-runes to honour the immutable laws of order. They lie before me, a jumble of ranges, for the scout-orders had brought back samples from the great swathes of the Pendraken firmament. I reflect that they lie like fallen stars, near their neighbour but not the same. Each promising its own challenge and ultimate joy. A poke of boxes and phallic idols (which I think are stoves) keep distance from Keira, and I am careful to separate the water buffalo from the female beggars. To view them is to view a kaleidoscope of potential, to sense the proffered hand of creativity and invention (which in my case usually slaps me in the face).

The third package yields a different tale. Great heaps of Dark Age brightness. Hastings and Stamford Bridge and Harald and Herward lie unadorned in a great heap, solid and comforting in their completeness. Bullion bars amongst the jewels of their predecessors, they clump together as if trying to form shield wall even as they lie helplessly one atop the other. Brave warriors all. May they never be betrayed by Foul-Dice.   

It is all too much, and I shed a tear. To be so fortunate, to be able to be part of this universe within a universe. We, the Brotherhood of Pendraken, should count ourselves truly blessed that we may cast aside our day-cares and take to an otherworld where we may be general or paladin, champion or armoured warrior, ragged foot soldier or noble prince.

For this, I humbly and genuinely give thanks to the Green-finger Sages, the Artisans of Casting, the dark creatures that scurry busily in the shadows for fear of the light and most of all, the slave master and their new whip.   

[Orcs]

In the words of Jack Sparrow....

You need a girl mate

Two at the same time would give him happiness squared   

[Leon]

THERE WAS A THIRD TODAY!!!!

Surely the slave master at the subterranean forges of Middle Borough has been gifted with a new whip, for behold! I have received a third package today, scarce two seven-days after the supplication was made.

My excitement was tinged with a hint of relief. Two packages brought me to the very edge of having my soul emptied, three would surely have destroyed me completely! I feared the union of three - surely they would recall the Gods of the golden age - Guilder, Grant and Featherstone - and not even the creator god Wells would have been able to contain such a confluence of power.

I have spread the contents of all three over my painting table, carefully matching the code-runes to honour the immutable laws of order. They lie before me, a jumble of ranges, for the scout-orders had brought back samples from the great swathes of the Pendraken firmament. I reflect that they lie like fallen stars, near their neighbour but not the same. Each promising its own challenge and ultimate joy. A poke of boxes and phallic idols (which I think are stoves) keep distance from Keira, and I am careful to separate the water buffalo from the female beggars. To view them is to view a kaleidoscope of potential, to sense the proffered hand of creativity and invention (which in my case usually slaps me in the face).

The third package yields a different tale. Great heaps of Dark Age brightness. Hastings and Stamford Bridge and Harald and Herward lie unadorned in a great heap, solid and comforting in their completeness. Bullion bars amongst the jewels of their predecessors, they clump together as if trying to form shield wall even as they lie helplessly one atop the other. Brave warriors all. May they never be betrayed by Foul-Dice.   

It is all too much, and I shed a tear. To be so fortunate, to be able to be part of this universe within a universe. We, the Brotherhood of Pendraken, should count ourselves truly blessed that we may cast aside our day-cares and take to an otherworld where we may be general or paladin, champion or armoured warrior, ragged foot soldier or noble prince.

For this, I humbly and genuinely give thanks to the Green-finger Sages, the Artisans of Casting, the dark creatures that scurry busily in the shadows for fear of the light and most of all, the slave master and their new whip.   

[fsn]

In the words of Jack Sparrow....

You need a girl mate

You say that, but my life as a hermit in the Twice Blessed Order of the Infinite Creativity of Pendraken has certain advantages. Firstly, I can receive three packages in two days and be able to contemplate the bounty without a shrill "what you want more of that stuff for?" whistling in my lug-hole. I can forgo the pleasures of shopping trips to Next and John Lewis in favour of studying the majesty of the Pendraken catalogue. I can leave the painting table and wargames table in permanent situ without fear of them being "tidied" or tripped over. My friends, the benefits are many and varied. My hermitage is a life of tranquility and devotion to those arts and sciences we all revere.

As to the more physical pleasures of feminine company - there's always Pendraken Ordering Day - or better yet Pendraken Delivery Day. With three packages in two days I must confess to being a little fatigued.

[Techno]

Brilliant ! 
Cheers - Phil.

[kev1964]

  i carn't fault you on those thought's fsn, but i do like a cooked meal and a glass of wine  waiting for me at the end pf the painting day 

kev

[barbarian]

Sadly, I am the one who must cook.

[sebigboss79]

Not sure if my wife would resort to physical violence if I attempt to employ your reasoning.  

It is understood that she would refuse any more physical pleasures to me untill I apologize. Although I concur that the female human population bestowes a plethora of inconveniences upon mankind one must acknowledge they are useful for a variety of activities. Since this is a public forum I suggest more detailed descriptions to be a matter of a personal conversation.

During the years I have learned to live with the inconveniences the inclusion of a female companion has on the acquisition of wargaming goods. You would be surprised how well the occasional "I see" "Of course, darling" and "Yes, darling" works wonders. I assure you the topic of the conversation is not really relevant and one of the three options is always a good and accepted response to any query.

As for shopping trips I nowadays see them as welcome excercise (Who would not want to circle a particular item 258 times in circles of varying diametres) and duly respond with "yes darling". You can also think of this as a way of always having the last word. Depending on the quality of your female companion I suggest the physical activities will make up for the burden you endure, if not it is a matter of returning a malfunctioning model for a more adequate one.

Cheers

Roland - just to show I can also philosophize

[Steve J]

Great stuff FSN .

[Hertsblue]

Sadly, I am the one who must cook.

Yep, me too. But at least I have the leisure to do it. 

[Duke Speedy of Leighton]

I have no objection to the philosophy or the poetry, nay even the happiness, but what rankles me about thus topic is the maths.
1 squared is one, 2 squared is 4, but 3 squared doth equal nine. You need more orders to reach some higher order square numbers!