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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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I can barely master dandelions, let alone roses.
It has rained constantly, steadily, relentlessly, all day.
[pen] Lovely weather for this time of year.
[Pen] That's not the sea rising, is it?
Don't worry, Holland has plenty of good dykes.
I think you'll find they're actually called dijks
[pen] I was not thinking of water barriers.
[softers] I was ignoring your inappropriate thought processes.
We're moving to another street
All of you?
Such blatant numerical dissonance I have rarely seen.
Kentucky legislating to make pi equal four, maybe?
Pi was three point two in Indiana, 1897.
Ha! I remember when we had REAL constants.
Are you suggesting that current constants are imaginary?
[Chalks] Need to update my ancient Filofax then!
[Rosie] No, just variable, and hence not constant.
That seems to have successfully killed the conversation.
Then shall we start another topic of conversation?
I like hazelnuts. What is your favourite nut?
One without rounded edges. You can undo them.
Cashews are easily the best nuts in existence.
Cashews are not nuts, technically they are drupes.
Chocolate-covered brazils. But also walnuts. And peanut butter.
Only nuts in a date-nut-apple loaf are suitable.
[pen] Change of address is on its way
Are we forgetting pecans? Then shame on us!
Try writing while Chopin's Ballades are being played.
Shurely it depends on who is playing them.
Another month has passed, it'll soon be Christmas.
I'm thinking of a word beginning with P.
Pish! Prime persiflage partially precluding proper purple prose.
Cumulonimbus clouds can congregate continuously, causing certain catastrophe.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Careful, I'll do one in Welsh - all Y's.
Yesterday your young yellow yaks yielded yummy yoghurt.
Perhaps people pursue pleasures precariously practicing private pilates.
Eight days a week. Eight words a month.
This game is, somehow, almost 17 years old!
Somehow [adverb] - in some way; by some means.
Well, well, well. How time does fly, then.
Especially when you don't log in that often!
I burnt my diary. Finally, something to write!
Check the beginning - look how young we were!
[pen] and quite funny back in those days
Are we not still young and funny people?
I am still. I don't move much nowadays.
I got older yesterday. Ate too much cake.
Proficiat! Just in time for the holidays, too.
Happy Belated Greetings dear pen - sorry I'm #rubbishonFacebook
Thanks Chalks. Baked myself a cheesecake to celebrate.
I've never had a baked cheesecake. Just refrigerated.
Cake's not real cake unless it's baked *controversial*
Baked then frozen, like Waitrose blackcurrant cheesecake. Wonderful!
Mmmm baking. But holiday is over, diet time.
There's much talk of food in this game.
I talk it more than eat it nowadays
In that case you should be on telly
[Rosie] When will autumn arrive? I'm too hot.
(pen) That's an unusual remark for a woman.
The heat in Louisiana has caused forest fires.
[Rosie] Most menopausal women chant that mantra incessantly.
[pen] Thought at first you meant KagomeShuko’s comment.
We should ensure to post every three days.
Done!
Well... you've done *something*, not sure it's enough.
I would say that it is heptaverbally deficient.
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