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Each Move Must Consist Of Precisely Eight Words
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Just as it says on the tin. What happens in the game may be debated in the game: perhaps it'll be a conversation, perhaps a word-limited reprise of various games we play, or whatever.
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Mayonnaise, ketchup, brown sauce or salt and vinegar?
It's Saturday, I'm on hols and I'm working.
Is not all of life, the great work?
"My heart is in the work", said Carnegie.
"My work is in the heart". (Christiaan Barnard).
Ergo, the work equals the groove (Deee-lite, Bootsy).
"Heart is work and work is heart." (Physics)
That would be the first law of thermodynamics,
At the third beep, it will be Friday.
I hear no beep; this man is mad.
I am as sane as the next man!
As far as I know, he's mad too.
Mad people are simply those you don't know.
Friends are the ones who share your madness.
Close friends are the ones who cause it.
Another rainy Saturday. This really isn't good enough.
Rain, rain, go away, come again on Sunday.
[Superman] Your fault the Southern Vipers lost today?!
Another Wembley victory for My Lot, I crow.
That makes you one of those London Welsh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Two plates and bangers and chips please, waiter.
Will madame take the Lincolnshire or the Cumberland?
[Bis] The lesser of two evils, or wurst.
[pen] Shouldn't that be comparative and not superlative?
Pay day and wedding anniversary. My cup overflows.
But husband had a dental mauling this morning.
(Superman) Yes, but a Chelsea supporter for sixty years.
(Giertrud) Clearly those sausages are repeating on you.
I don't know why that line posted twice!
Today is the day. Tonight is the night.
(Busmarck) Are you on a promise or something?
Deadline day Announcement: Chelsea did not sign Bismarck.
Football schmootball. It's autumn! Best time of year.
It's Friday again. That went very quickly.
Tuesday special: Peas, grilled mackerel and baked potatoes.
I should probably go grab my epi-pen, then.
No Friday message from pen - is something wrong?
Friday's message is approximately three days late. Soz.
Maybe you could do a few in advance?
Will we have to retreat after we advance?
Bees breeze May's maze before beef awes me.
Two weeks have passed. Doesn't time fly when...
...you are trying to find eight words that...
...express succinctly, yet clearly, that which you wish...
... were true, but owing to the lamentable state ....
...of things, coupled with self-imposed octo-verbal asceticism, only...
...serve...
lunches between 12 and 2, teas from five.
Phew, that was quite a long eight word ...
peregrination through the farther reaches of le huitisme.
Shurely le huitisme must include the friendly octopus.
I have not worn my surgical stockings today.
My second-best truss is on the writing table.
Thanks for your support. I'll always wear it.
So who wore your surgical stockings today, Tuj?
Not me. I just word nylons and suspenders.
Does The Morniverse really need a pantomime dame?
…I feel like everyone is looking at me.
Oh no they're not! He's behind you!
My attention has been diverted by a leopard.
Can't be me...my fursona is a skunk.
Speaking of which, how is Projoy these days?
Alive, AFAIK. Posts occasionally.
He's alive and well. We tweeted last night.
Is that what it's called these days, then.
[Rosie] I suppose so. *Tweets regularly and often*
Bloody Christmas muzak in all the shops already.
I wish it couldn't be Christmas every day.
"Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?" Cheeses, no.
Well, now I want to change the subject.
I don't like losing my voice, at all.
I've looked everywhere and can't find it, KagomeShuko.
Look! There it is! Go stop it, quickly!
It turned out to be only an echo.
to be only an echo. only an echo.
If only Monday was an echo of Saturday.
You can say that again, pen. Bloody traffic!
Decent covering of snow this morning. Now thaw.
(pen) Same here in the Elevated Surrey Desert.
House tidy, presents wrapped. Shame we'll be away.
Too late for any more Xmas shopping now.
Merry Christmas. Hanukkah's been over for a while.
Too many mince pies. I'm farting currants now.
This can only mean they pass through unchanged.
This is metaphorical of an esoteric spiritual truth.
I’ve had enough of unchanged raisins. Long story.
Today's positive: It's actually a sunny Monday morning.
The sun dazzled me whilst driving to hospital.
And yesterday was a sunny beaut. Today's glum.
The sun has got its hat on today.
The moon, though, is happy to parade starkers.
It is Mardi Gras season here in Louisiana.
All these days that turn into seasons... Sigh...
My car's MOT repairs will cost a mint.
I wonder if you drive a Volkswagen Polo?
Moving slowly in a high-speed train through France.
That’s quite some achievement. A real brake through.
Three inches of snow was all it took, Pen.
French snow falls in centimetres not inches, innit?
We're expecting snow this afternoon. Three centimentres, misschien
Meeting with lunch soon. Lunch yay! Meeting yuk...
Have we run out of eight word sentences?
[Boolbar] It doesn't matter. There are other ways.
Like two of four. That's the terse version.
Four of two, though, is taking the piss.
Is it? Should I? Best not. Bye now!
Extremes? Visited. Regrets? Pending. Steam? Out. Um. Of.
Watching University Challenge completely undermines my self-esteem.
I find Only Connect has the same effect.
For me it's just being alive! Oh well.
That's why I watch them when I'm ironing.
Tidily folded things means a small achievement achieved.
Clothes origami is more fun than it sounds.
Clothes origami is less fun than it sounds.
I was quick at origami. Like creased lightning.
Plenty ackers. Origami backwards is "I'm a giro".
I’m sitting in the car outside the windmill.
Memo to pen - next windmill with a garage.
I've just finished a 120-hour working fortnight. Ouch.
Not as painful as so many hours of job searching.
Don’t chop chillies and then poke your eye.
Nor peel potatoes and lacerate your finger.
Likewise, grated carrots should not be stained red...
Carrots never used to be orange in color.
So, I wonder, what colour were they, then?
Black and White, as was everything until 1936.
I think the colour palette also included sepia.
Nah, stuff just went brown with age, surely?
I wish that were true of my beard.
Odd. My hair greys but my beard blackens.
Pigment drains downwards. (Nobody look at their feet!)
Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs.
Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz. Innit.
I am jolly vexed with Scrabble rack NPFQUZG.
[Boolbar] Pug? Fun? Gun? Fug? Pun? Up? Gnu?
"Permanence" comprises all the eight principles of Yong.
I somehow think Boolbar was taking the piss.
There are over 300 American people named "Abcde".
I'd like to know how they pronounce that.
"Absidy" - Dave Gorman did a thing about it.
Ho! What news from Brecknock this fine morn?
I am up way too late, once again.
I woke early. Still managed to be late.
Americans say "It's five o'clock somewhere..." (then drink).
Seussical, Jr. was my local entertainment last night.
I woke up today full of Joyce's offspring.
Is it lunchtime yet? I'm flipping starving, mate.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Nine.
You've been promoted from Graf to Count? Congrats.
Four day week then a week off. Spiffing.
Working in the Lake District this week. Bliss.
I sweat like a pig in this weather
I went to work. Unexpected holiday. Came home.
I should be writing a paper for class.
[KagomeShuko] Write it in eight word chunks, maybe?
Unexpected holiday? Does not compute. 'Highly anticipated', shurly?
Another eight words for today. Here you go.
Has anyone here ever actually been to Bal-ham?
Gateway to the south where the honey's off?
The very place. There's a jazz pub there.
I've been to the city of Nashville, Tennessee.
And the next line of your song is ...?
A quiet week. Is nobody outraged at anything?
I reckon "Outrage fatigue" might be a thing...
I've been angry for two years and counting.
What were you before two years ago, pen?
An EU citizen with guaranteed freedom of movement.
(pen) We, by contrast, wear the Brexit straitjacket.
Brexit? Just don't get me started on that!
Steady Softers. I'm two years angry and counting.
What magic potion shall pacify thy troubled soul?
[Rosie] I'll have a gin and tonic, thanks.
I'm writing 20 Tweets. For work. Not fun.
I'm enjoying my new job - even the commute!
[Simons] You sound surprised! What are you doing?
[Pen] Technical writing, and surprised by the commute part.
[Simons] Describe the commute! You have eight words...
Two one-hour train journeys, relaxing, looking at trees.
Apologies for shouting - my bolding habit's rather ingrained.
We all get bolder with age. Nowt new.
A day of respite from the heat wave!
No respite from the canonisation of Gareth Southgate.
I wasn't expecting football to come home, TBH.
Football is not in favour of Brexit, obvs.
Who else is not going home anytime soon?
Well, for one there's the Spirit Mars rover.
Anyone having anything really interesting for lunch today?
Ostrich and walnut salad with a mint dressing.
My lawn has turned to concrete and straw.
Spotted it!!!

Wait. Wrong game; sorry.

As you were.
[CdM] The Bird awaits its game creation on OrangeMC.
They're summarizing films as limericks over on Reddit.
Meteorological records OK but it makes me knackered.
Awestruck ostrich. I like the sound of that.
Awesome sandwich. I like the sound of that.
Things are not as they seem, said I.
Maybe you are under the influence of substances.
There certainly seem to be some substantial influences...
I had an awesome cheesesteak the other day.
Thank goodness for the fact that interjections exist.
Are the influential influences influenced by influential fluids?
Why on earth do people buy bottled water?
For the free reusable bottle it comes with.
The tap water in Lake Charles tastes gross.
Tap water and you will make some ripples.
Was that an underwater tap for drinking from?
Hmmmm. More Brexit bollocks from Boris Johnson's pen.
There's no business like show business, except Brexit.
I haven't turned on my central heating yet.
I don't want to arouse my central heating!
*filth alert* Mine arouses itself. It's a bit of a wanker.
Mine arouses itself. It's a bit of a wanker.
Er, ignore the last entry.
Ignorance is bliss, or so they do say.
Fortunately, I have never heard that phrase before.
It's just a phrase I am going through.
But is bliss just a form of ignorance?
In the duty-free at Folkestone - the Chanel Tunnel...
Mmmm. Duty free? Are you in the future?
Duty-free was never abolished in the European Union.
Mmmm. Duty free? Are you in the future?
In the duty-free at Folkestone - the Chanel Tunnel...
But is bliss just a form of ignorance?
Certainly not - I know full well I'm pissed.
Well, now it's November, winter does draw on.
November? Already? It will soon be Summer again.
I wish you all a winter of content.
The government is collapsing all around us today.
The Prime Minister is lost in the Mayhem.
Rats that can't swim leaving the sinking ship?
Are Harry and Meghan's children the Brown Windsors?
May kicks the can down the road again.
Are we ever going to see pen again?
[Rosie] when she gets some Dutch courage maybe.
I suspect she contributed to the Almanac.
Please add a word of your choice, above.
acerbically
Foggy here and flights disrupted. I fly tomorrow :(
Indigestion. Rennies, orange flavour. All much better now.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Yamato! Taiko! Bang! Bang!
Is this a reference to your percussive abilities?
I was at a taiko concert on Saturday.
Brexit sounds like a breakfast cereal to me.
It sounds like a total disaster to me
Election's over - welcome to a brave new world.
Well, another month has passed without further comment.
Don't disturb us, we're aestivating. Takes effort, that.
Hello all. Long time no see. How's everyone?
Hi pen, we were pining for the windmills...
How can you mix up windmills and fjords?
Mrs Jowls did Finland. That is one way.
Pine. Pine, pine, pine, pine. Your turn now.
More likely to be clogging up the fjords...
I'd like a Norwegian car. A Fjord Escort...
Is that a spin off from the Hillman?
The Humber might have been a fjord once.
The Humber Super Snipe was a Ford once.
The Humber Snipe was delicious.
As a result, I have to do something with eleven words.
Shall we go back to the eight now?
Indeed, we should accord this game proper dignity.
Why not take a bath with a squid?
Excellent idea - someone pass the bath salts please.
Which clever clogs is hiding the bath pepper?
Not me. I do have the Bath buns.
While I have a model of Bath Abbey
Are you all members of the Ba'ath Party?
I'm one of the founders - an early Ba'ath.
Hello. Sorry I’ve been absent for so long.
Welcome back, then, Rab, pull up a chair.
Yes, I would like a cup of tea.
Treat it as cannabis and heat the pot.
Would you like one of my special cookies?
Why is Pablo dressed as a Guide Girl?
I think they are coming to get me
Haven't heard anything from rab - they got 'im!
I am not a Girl Guide - sod off
I now have Localised Surface Water Flooding Issues.
There's no snow here and I'm very happy.
Is snow normal at Christmas where you live?
Where I live, snow isn't a common thing.
If I recall, KS inhabits the Deepish South
Hidden textLaw of averages dictates that every now and then I'll actually end up with eight words
Yes, deep South of United States of America.
In Australia, they have the Deep North - similar.
Anyone for a game of ping-pong? *bounces ball*
Involving predicting when your microwave starts chucking up.
Visit Louth Pie Day dot com. Thank you.
louthpieday.com’s server IP address could not be found.
When I tried it it worked for me.
Sometimes our pies conflict with our cookies, presumably.
Please try loading Pies again. Better luck now?
Works. Who is this pie competition contact "xxx"?
[Superman] It might be me. I'm Madame Pie .
Let's throw, though, loathly thespians athwart Louth's pies.
Let's include as many th's as we can.
We'll spit out our pies with those ths.
Sorry can't oblige, because I have a lisp.
Shurely your pies are not actually spitworthy, pen.
Does twenty-six miles of pies make a python?
How many pies in a pylon? Anyone know?
Do pies belong in the Labyrinth of Nightmare?
Surely a pile of pies makes a pylon?
Pies fit for a king: cooked in pyrex.
I think that I shall self-isolate for now.
So how's everyone doing? Anyone working from home?
Yes, but since all the kids are here...
.....and some of them may well be mine.
Not likely. Should I send two on spec.?
I have no kids. I was channelling Boris.
Does anyone want sunflowers? We've grown too many.
Hmm. How does one transport sunflowers these days?
[Pablo] Quickly. Put your petal to the metal.
We've got spare sunflowers. Has anyone got room?
Couldn't you make cooking oil out of them?
I'm sure some hungry hamsters will enjoy them.
Goats love them so send them to Llandudno.
Llandudno. Post-apocalyptic goats make better job of it.
Llandudno. I bet you can't pronounce it properly
I'll put my money where my mouth is !
This may well cause you heavy-metal poisoning.
Still preferable to taking on a post-apocalyptic goat.
Goat in Welsh is gafr, the plural geifr.
In Dutch, geit is goat. Giet is pour.
And Welsh cheese is cwas, Dutch is kaas.
It isn't, it's caws, which rhymes with house.
Ah, alas. A typo in a foreign language.
My favourite Welsh word is mochyn, meaning pig.
Secured a supermarket delivery, first for eight weeks.
I still have to hang around outside Waitrose.
Yeah but Waitrose! Anticipating the posh goodies within!
Dutch supermarkets are lacklustre and the cheese stinks.
I thought all cheese was supposed to stink!
Not that posh, pen but just nicer people.
Warp and weft. Weft goes weft to wight.
So it ends up on an island then?
Yep. And then it gets weft behind, obvs.
Boom boom! You get a ten point bonus.
Warp factor ten, when the sun is shining.
That's what happens when you leave timber outside.
I'm marooned on the continent. Please send sausages.
What flavour? Ferret and coriander? Goose and bubblegum?
I prefer bratwurst or maybe cheesy Italian kielbasa.
Pen, does not Albert Heijn stock Toulouse sausages?
Not the little stores near me. Helaas, nee.
How can anyone be marooned on the continent?
When ones native island country cuts itself adrift?
Hee hee hee hee Brexit hee hee hee
Three-day week for me, sunny weather coming up.
Rosie and I have a seven day weekend.
This is true - thus TFI Friday is meaningless.
Who's F, and why T them at all?
We're on Version 16. I hate editing sometimes.
Version sixteen of what, may I please ask?
[pen] Call it version 2 of version 15.
Fooled myself with versions 7.1-7.9 to avoid V8!
The history [yawn] of the business [yawn] school.
Like "Hogwarts - A History", the book nobody read?
(And don't forget to slip a few "innovations" in.)
I've worked way too many hours this week.
As long as they are all paid hours...
The state and BP pay all my hours.
Anyone know where I can buy some spats?
Other than a spat shop, I can't help.
Maybe on Park Avenue in New York City.
Or Jermyn Street. Who needs spats these days?
Someone planning a vacation back to the 1920s?
I thought a spat was a violent disagreement.
Are spats worn in the present, called spits?
No, they are in fact called an affectation
I do fine with my paw print galoshes.
So what are galoshes, exactly? Oshes for gals?
Does that mean the existence of ladloshes, pen?
I think it could be galoshes and galohes.
Ex Irish gal'o'sheas: "woman of the Shea clan".
Hot enough for you yet? [Southern hemisphere exempted]
No. I need thirty-six for a new record.
Blimey! I hadn't realised LPs cost so much!
Did anyone here ever collect Green Shield stamps?
I collected cartoon stickers for comic making books.
I collected engine numbers, some of them prime.
Train spotting! I used once to enjoy that.
I find your word order rather unusual, Duj.
That is because I'm an unusual chap, Rosie.
Train spotting is an artistic form of graffiti.
I last spotted a train at a wedding.
Don't trains usually get married at marshalling yards?
No, Simons Mith, they are measured in yards.
Yards of ale sound like very big drinks.
They are barometric units like inches of mercury.
Important safety tip: Don't try quaffing the latter.
I think it would pass through you unchanged.
As long as you don't inhale the stuff.
Even Bill Clinton didn't inhale the stuff, allegedly.
Old presidents never die, they just stop inhaling.
My dog's got no nose. What comes next?
A tragic inability to differentiate odours. Poor dog.
One could also say "How does he smell?"
Pen, you need to take that dog back.
I mean, it's still under guarantee, isn't it?
I was merely alluding to a favourite joke.
(From my childhood, obvs. I'm more sophisticated now)
What's brown and sticky?    Entertainment for dogs. Fetch!
At least you took the high road, Bool.
Lo! Roads and beaten tracks are for losers.
Imagining pen careering downhill on her mountain bike.
Difficult, given the planar nature of the Netherlands.
Could it be she would go flat out?
You can't ride a bike with a flat.
You can't ride one in a flat either.
I find the Flat Earth Society rather odd.
They say they have members around the world.
Rather odd, Duj? What is really odd, then?
There are levels of oddity, 'rather' is one.
'Really odd' means the opposite of even; true?
Covid is getting to you. Take it easy.
Really odd or very odd or extremely odd?
In quantum mechanics, are there degrees of "Oddity"?
I think there are in BBC wildlife programmes.
Only one in space programmes, according to Bowie.
Combining wildlife with degrees there's always Bill Oddie.
Bill, I think, has always qualified as "wildlife".
Sometimes I wish *I* had a wild life.
Pen, methinks wild lives are usually grately overrated.
Maybe. My dog retrieved a dead rat yesterday.
Was the rat dead before the canine intervention?
I have a very painful canine right now
I should take him to the vet pronto.
Or, perhaps, if one is closer, a dentist.
The rat was deceased, no more. And mummified.
Is it really appropriate to mummify a rat?
Maybe it volunteered - seeking paradise in rat afterlife.
No! In my mind 'Ratty' will never die.
Was it a female rat? Was it NefRATtiti?
Hard to say. Shrivelled genitals. More like NosfeRATu.
May Zarquon save us all from shrivelled genitals
He certainly did the job with Buster Gonad
Was everyone taken aback by that last one?
I thought it was a load of bollocks.
*Looks aghast, askance at Bollockbar and faints, faintly*
That's it, penelope, hit 'em where it hurts.
Friday afternoon. What a shocker of a week.
Here, have a cup of tea. Do you good.
This is just to balance the pile. (Sorry, Superman, but it had to be done.)
A dog pile? I sometimes have that, literally.
I have no idea. What's 'a dog pile'?
Is it a carpet made of dog hair?
It is Radar and Niblet on my lap.
I'm still none the wiser. What's that about?
You ought to know this, pen - they're pets.
Niblet and RAdar can make little barking sounds.
Ah. Mine's 'Chip' after potato, not the microprocessor.
Not a peep since Monday. Is everyone OK?
Busy week. Too much work. Please send cake.
Belgium will start lockdown again on Monday. Wonderful.
This was announced on the Friday evening before.
Break it! (You've broken the eight word rule...)
[Pablo] That was two eights, you steaming nit.
Two eights still break the eight word rule
[Boolbar] Wilco. I'm in need of cakes myself.
Did someone say cake? Is it a home-bake?
Certainly is. We’re in bake-down here, not lockdown.
I am craving a Victoria sponge right now.
Just had a digestive biscuit, hits the spot.
There are no limits to your dietary adventurousness.
I made fudge.
[CdM] No, you have fudged. There's a difference.
And the difference is those five missing words.
[Bismarck] Penelope shows the double-move loophole, exploited correctly :-)
[pen] I've consistently rejected this game's fascistic octoverbism.
(CdM) A false claim, alas, given your last contribution.
There may be only eight things worth saying.
[Rosie] Moves can be eight words by accident!
What's happened to the cake? Where is it?
(CdM) Only if their numbers have Gaussian distribution.
(Pablo) Consumed. There'll be more in good time.
Good time. Walnut cake with cream cheese frosting.
Sounds delicious. I'll make do with mince pies.
I found two mince pies in the fridge.
How did you resuscitate them after cryogenic freezing?
That is not dead which can eternal lie...
I saw the first snow of winter today.
I just finished a year-old box of paklava.
Upcoming first trip to London in 10 months.
Socially distanced Tantra, Titian, Artemisia, Gesualdo, and Sin.
Are you okay Raak? I'm just slightly worried...
[Pablo] Relax, he's gone all ...arty on us.
The excitement of my life knows no bounds.
As does a kangaroo standing in super glue.
Which made me laugh out loud - cheers Boolbar
Actually, I haven't had any mince pies yet.
I've just been sent four in the post.
A week to go. Start on the booze.
I think I've just finished working in 2020.
I finished working a long time before that.
So did I. Pass the bottle opener, please.
I need to find a new job. now.
The Bluebell Railway is looking for engine drivers.
Hidden text(KS) Can't quite see you on the footplate but I hope you find something soon. Being jobless is bad news
I've 11 days work to go in 2020.
I finished work for the year last Friday.
All this talk about work makes me thirsty.
I fancy a little bit of cheese: Wensleydale.
I fancy a lot of cheese. Port Salut.
A little bit of bread and no cheese.
Are you trying to give me the bird?
[Softers] Just a pear tree. With no partridge.
The first eight words of 2021 have arrived.
I hope they don't include "Brexit" or "Covid".
Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid...
Covid Covid Covid Covid Vaccine Vaccine...A MUTANT!
We must burn down more five G towers!
I don't think 5G towers are very combustible.
You have to fire a Qanon at them.
So what dreadful news can we expect now?
Trump declares an emergency and suspends Inauguration Day.
The Covid vaccines prove fatal in three months.
A deadlier virus escapes from the Wuhan lab.
The Earth's magnetic poles begin to flip over.
Aliens arrive, who see us only as food.
All the bees die and no-one knows why.
Jesus returns, takes one look, leaves in disgust.
Wolves, raised in a laboratory to superintelligence, escape.
Antinatalists release a virus designed to sterilise everyone.
India and China have a brief nuclear war.
Skarl the drummer ceases to beat his drum.
Waitrose, Sanderstead, have run out of blackcurrant cheesecake.
Iä! Iä! Ph'nglui mglw'nfah Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Putin annexes the remnants of India and China.
Trump and Putin get into bed together. Literally.
Putin annexes the Waitrose cheesecake aisle in Sanderstead.
Has Armageddon arrived while I was not watching?
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