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The Furcation Game
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Each game fork has its own rules. Additional forks may be possible if the particular game would allow it at the time. Reunifications must be legal in all affected forks.
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Still, a few judicious early furcations should even up the score...

i
Euripedes
King Syze: What cause have I to think of suitors?
Do you not know of the dreadful curse
That binds each one of us into a terrible
Cycle of cruelty and death?
My great-great-grandfather, Exter-Lahj be his name,
Once insulted the god Apollo, him who pulls the sun
Each day across the sky. He thumbed his nose
And sacrificed a space-hopper in lieu of a sheep
Since that time all has come to naught
No crops can be brought to fruition in our earth
Nor can the ground be broken with our plowshares
Which means I shall have to prove my loyalty to Zeus
By amending my great-great-grandfather's foolishness
And sacrificing you this afternoon, my child.
ii
Brecht
Enter Angord, a courtier

Angord: My lord, the peasants are rising in the bailey. They are threatening to burn down this castle and kill everyone in it, including us.
Peugeot: With such a brilliant plan as that, how could they possibly fail?
King Syze: What! You think I concern myself with the petty trifles of the peasant class? I have a Floral Dance to arrange, for Heaven's sake!
Meediam: But father, surely if the workers starve, there won't be anyone to play the music at the dance?
King Syze: You're right, my dear. Honestly, I don't know why we keep them the rest of the time. Angord, go out there and buy them off with bread and circuses
Angord: What! But only a fool would go out there to die!
King Syze: Yes, you're right. Peugeot, you go out there. Or I'll execute you and your entire family in front of you in this very room

iii
Pinter
King Syze: Who's Bob the Dog?
Peugeot: Er.
King Syze: You must be pissed.
Peugeot: Bastard.
Meediam: 'Ere, whoss your game 'en?
Peugeot: ...
King Syze: I've seen an advertisement in the paper.
Meediam: Yeah, whoss it say?
King Syze: Dunno, I can't read.
Peugeot: No-one cares about me. I'm going outside. [Exit]
King Syze: Where's that geezer got to then?
Meediam: Dunno.
iv
Feydeau
King Syze: Or as my wife Sue Per-Syze doth crave for sleepless nights, maybe. You know, I'm sure she's two-timing me behind my back, and if I could only catch her at it...
Enter Francoise, the maid

Francoise: Your Majesty! There's a witch at the door outside, with a lutenist and 2 courtiers! Quick, we'll have to hide you!
Meediam: Why?
King Syze: Oh no! Quick, I'll hide in this cupboard! [SLAM]
Francoise: Because he's got a pathological fear of witches, didn't you know? Anyway, we'll have to let her in, so you'll have to pretend you're Sue Per-Syze instead.

Enter Graziela, Lutenist, Boleti and Azulejo

Boleti: Wahey, baby!
Meediam: Hi, big boy. I'm Princess Meediam [pause]...'s mother.

v
Alan Bennett
Princess Meediam: I used to dream of Custard Creams thirty year ago, back when they were rationing 'em, aye, we used to get t' biscuit coupons off of the old man in number 32. Or it could've been number 30. Any road, our mam always said, don't go nicking Custard Cream coupons, it's common and it's what the poor boys do. Well I were right chuffed to bits I were when this old man Charlie his name wor, he says "Ayup" and I says to him "'Ow 'bout them coupons then?" and 'e takes out his great butcher's knife and skims it across... no that's a different story that is, well I didn't know where to look when he got out his vouchers and ooh I felt like a proper one-day millionaire I did, that's what they used to call us down at the ol' rubbish dump where they was scouring around for mothballs.
Peugeot, King Syze: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
vi
Sheridan
King Syze: Pray, dearest daughter, list awhile to my list, ha ha. Suitable suitors abound in this fair licentious city. We have Sir James Ugly, Lord Ripoff, Mr Samuel Thickasaplank, Captain Bragalot, his nephew Joshua Boringarse, the Fractious brothers, Viscount Fatso, the Duke of Nasty, Mr and Mrs Smalldong's son Ivor, Colonel Shit, Baron Nobrain and Ebenezer Fascist-Dictator. Meediam: Oh no, father, I want somebody young and extravagant, someone like poor John Lovelie. I have lately detected him in frequent conference with your steward Azulejo, whom I recently approached in the aspiration of arrangement of a meeting. It is my belief that when he returns, he shall bring that sweet-tempered gay young libertine in tow, whence I shall spirit him away to my boudoir.
Peugeot: gasps
vii
Two Words
Good move
viii
Tennessee Williams
Graziela: That's right, missy. Pregnancy ain't good, and Ah should know, boy Ah remember at the summer ball when the nice-looking woodcutter from Georgia was a-comin' round with his little blond moustache and his big silver watch and he said "Lady, I wanna take you back home for some good old-fashioned...
Azulejo: Hey, hey, hold your horses lady.
Boleti: We were talking about the sharpest tool in the box.
Graziela: Boy howdy, that sure brings back some memories...
Prince Charming: Maybe when we get there we can sting your father for a massive dowry as well.
Graziela: Ooh yays, jest lak' in tha old days. [Exeunt]
ix
Molière (trans. Neil Bartlett 1988)
Prince Charming: Good lord! is it I who's the one to be accused
Of stupidity, and be by my courtiers abused?
You all seem to forget I'm from a different rank from you.
I'm wondering how I could possibly sink so low.
Nevertheless, I'll have you all up in court
Except you, Graziela, whom I'm going to court.
[Aside] It doesn't look like anyone's realised
That I'm just a fake Prince Charming, though idealised!
I changed my name by deed poll a while ago
Just for the sake of going to the Royal Show!
I didn't know I could get in without much hassle
By scaling the outer wall at Windsor Castle!
And as soon as Graziela takes me for her own,
I'll get the King to abdicate the Crown!
[Not aside] Come on! I've had my little bit of bragging,
So now let's go and slay this terrible dragon!
x
Chekhov
Prince Charming: We are all tools within life's eternal construction.
Boleti: As the stars whirl and blaze about us, so we light our own paths before us
Azulejo: Until the Eternal Matter transforms us into stones, water and clouds and our souls merge into the pale spirits of the dark
Graziela:I can't agree with you at all there. However, it's a matter of taste. De gustibus aut bene, aut nihil.
xi
Oh Yes It Is!
Scene 2.

Dragon's cavern. Bones on floor, torches on walls. Dragon wakes up.

Dragon: YAWN! [smoke billows from nostrils]. Oof, I'm too young to smoke.

xii
Butler Did It
Anger Management - Money wasted *fume*
xiii
Fork Charm 48
Millions Wood [rab, matt] How come Blob gets all the comments and no-one even notices I exist??
xiv
Douglas Smith
Matthew Hopkins' ducking stool breaks, 5 women go in, only 2 are witches?
xv
Reverse Comment to Projoy
[Proj] Dammit, you know my Korean's rusty. Can you translate it please? (PS. the move, worthy of the mighty Gazuga himself, brings a lone tear to my eye as 'twere a glistening raindrop on the pinnacle of human endeavour)
xvi
Baker Street
Covent Garden, home at Baker Street. Has that been done before?
xvii
Small Earthquake
POPE
xviii
Dull anecdotes
That's interesting, because when I went to the Post Office to get my provisional driving licence all those years ago, there was a man standing in front of me wearing a big, thick overcoat and a shifty expression, and I was absolutely 100% sure that as soon as he got to the front, he'd press a button in his pocket and the kilos of semtex under his coat would blow us all to the moon! Well naturally I didn't say anything as I didn't want to appear rude, but as I watched, he slowly undid each button on his coat, as if he was geting hot, which of course he would be, and it was the that I realised... he was just really fat!
xix
Sound Charades
[matt] I didn't post another one as I didn't think I was right with Signs. This one must be based on some fashion house or other... The French Connection? This Is Spinal Gap? Citizen Karan? Shopping and FCUKing? Alexander McQ? Monsoon Wedding?
xx
Inside the mind of a cat
Ooooh! A new garden! Thank goodness I had that liver & onions cat food this morning, I must mark my territory in the most invisible way possible. Nnnnnnn! Phew, eat less fibre in future. And scrape a token bit of grass over it, what a master of disguise I am.
xxi
Limacres
As my sins are uncloaked 'Cos I value my life Which were killed by a snake To a dealer in eggs
Like my ego", he joked. Whom I keep up in Fife With my pal, Cut-Throat Jake Where the match-seller begs,
xxii
Presents penelope wouldn't get for her godchildren
Annie the miniature porcelain Ant. "Collect the entire anthill!" Just £5.99 each. And don't forget the bonus trading card game.
xxiii
10,000 Celerity CD's
9,995 copies of "The Trainspotting Tour of Edinburgh"
xxiv
Just a Minim
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your loving is all I think about
My cranium cannot expel you
Lad, it's more than I dare to think of

La li luh, lo lor lay lee lu,
Lum loo lur, low lully lar lin

I certainly don't have the ability to extract thou from my skull,
Child, I'm obsessed by your amorous advances,
The brain of me has no skill in the repelling of thee
Youth, I have the courage to cogitate neither this nor other things

Every night, each day, only to be in that place in thine arms

xxv
Nostalgia for Last Week
That moment when Jon and Federico came out of the house within an hour of each other, it was almost impossible to believe that the two housemates who'd been most heavily backed at the start of the series could leave just halfway through. I mean, nothing had happened like that since, I dunno, Sissy left, who I'd had my hopes on getting to Week 9! It was a life-changing moment, a real landmark of televisual history, and anyone who missed it will be kicking themselves in 30 years' time. Mark my words.
xxvi
Been to any nonindigenous eateries recently?
China Red is well worth a look in, except for their penchant for discounted shark-fin soup. Did you know the fishermen hack off the sharks' fins while still alive and then chuck them back into the sea to drown? I mean, if they used their boats to start a shark sightseeing tour industry, they'd make 100 times as much money from the same animals. Which is why I never go to China Red. So the answer is no.
xxvii
Tasting Notes
A nice woody bottom to this Chateau Briand '72, which means it's undoubtedly aged in an old oak cask for 30 years. One that was previously used for storing antifreeze, I think, and Duckham's Hypergrade, the '58 mixture IIRC. It was then tarred on the outside with a coarse badger-hair paintbrush, remnants of which remain in the wine to this day. There's also a more recent hint of Castella Classic, Tixylix and berry pomeroy saliva. I give it 87% and a star for effort.
xxviii
Let Me Check My Oats
My oats have dwindled in number to 25,872, a difference of 30% on last week. This may be owing to the huge number of rats that infested my barn two weeks ago, after an explosion at the uranium factory nearby contaminated their previous living quarters and food supply. Fortunately they're now dropping like flies, so that's good. Now I'm off for more porridge.

Over to you, matt.

*peeps round corner, blanches, runs hastily away*
[Martha] Oh, joy! I adore your theatrical pastiches! (runs off to find a Korean Dictionary, or, failing that, a Korean)
Reading that back, it looks like I really hate all those dramatists. I don't. I played all the other games first, and then kinda ran out of steam on the furcating, which is the most frustrating thing. And I've just realised what the charade is (the 6 month clue is the giveaway), and now I can't say till matt and rab have played their moves.
*marvels*
Hell's bleedin' bells! Martha, I salute you. Also, you are insane and I claim my five pounds. Amazing how quickly Acre Street Lite has turned into Acre Street Extreme. This is going to take some time...
OK, here goes. I've reunified a few of the forks, but it's still a monster. To help keep track of the changes, previous game positions are noted in the yellow boxes. Some of the theatrical pastiches are pretty questionable, but what do you expect?

[1] i Meediam: O father, whom a daughter loves and must obey,
The fates do face you with a dreadful test!
'Tis bitter indeed to hear your choice, but hold!
If by my sacrifice our land were saved, then wouldst I
Happily pay Charon's fare and count myself among the dead.
But blood is drawn by blood, and will avail you naught
Ah woe for our land that drives you to such a crime!
Before the gods, how can you think to do this deed?
To stain our name with such guilt. Alas! It cannot be!
O great Hera, have a pity on your servants!

Enter Chorus

Euripides
[2] ii Peugeot: Right you are, boss.

Angord: Music maestro, please, for The Ballad of Obedient Fools!

Peugeot: (sings) When he orders me to jump, I say "how high?"
For I must do what I'm told, it's a fact I can't deny
I'm a fool --
All: He's a fool!
Peugeot: And the foolish golden rule
Is a fool must always do or die!
Angord: He may sigh, he may cry, he may spit in fortune's eye
But a fool must always do or die!

Peugeot: At the merest kingly word, I'm off to war
I must bow, I must scrape, it's a universal law
I'm a fool --
All: He's a fool!
Peugeot: I am just my master's tool
So it's off I go to do or die!
Angord: It's a bore, it's a chore, but he's loyal to the core
So it's off he goes to do or die!

Peugeot: Now his highness has decreed I'll face the crowd
And an order is an order, no doubts allowed
I'm a fool, I'm a fool --
All: He's a stupid bloody fool!
Peugeot: And my fate is harsh and cruel
I must go outside to do or die!
Angord: He's not proud, he's been cowed, but he won't be disavowed
He must go outside to do...

Peugeot: (speaks) ...and die.

Exit Peugeot

Brecht & Weill
[3] iii King Syze: You invited him.
Meediam: Didn't.
King Syze: Oh.

Long pause

I told you not to do that.
Meediam: Didn't do nuffink.
King Syze: Don't.

Enter Peugeot

Peugeot: I've come back.
King Syze: Why?
Peugeot: Don't remember.
Meediam: Yer not wanted here.
Peugeot: So?

Pinter
[4] iv,v Boleti: I never knew my mother.
Meediam: An orphan? How tragic.
Boleti: That's why I've always had a thing for older women.
Azulejo: Looks like you've come to the right place.
Boleti: You're very well preserved, ma'am.

A load thud emanates from the cupboard, followed by a muffled cry of pain

Graziela: What was that?
Meediam: Nothing! Probably just a weasel.
Graziela: (suspiciously) You have weasels? I had no idea the king's court was so enlightened.
Meediam: We're very advanced in many ways. My fa-- husband is a great weasel fancier. Perhaps you'd like to see them?
Graziela: I'd love to.
Meediam: Francoise, show our guests to the weaselarium.

Exit Francoise, Graziela and Azulejo

Meediam: Quick, you two, give me a hand with this cupboard.
Boleti: Of course, anything for a gentlewoman.

Meediam, Boleti and the Lutenist pry open the cupboard door

Meediam: Oh my god! He's dead! Look, you'll have to cover for him. Hide your lute in the cupboard and put on this crown.
Boleti: But what...?
Meediam: I'll tell you later. Quick! I hear footsteps!

Enter Graziela

Graziela: The weasels aren't cooperating.
Meediam: They're known for their capricious ways. Look, my husband has returned!
Graziela: (curtseying) Your highness. We've come to ask... Wait a minute, what happened to the lutenist?
Meediam: Oh he's around here somewhere.
Boleti: Yes! He just went to oil up his instrument.

Joe Orton
[5]   Tom Paulin: It was very interesting, actually. Of course it was full of Orton's snobbery and cheap shock tactics, but what really came th-th-through in this production was an almost Dostoevskian sense of moral intensity, it was about this bankrupt aristocracy, the French Revolution, Bolshevism, you see that in this production, it was the farce of repeated history, really quite unusual.
Germaine Greer: Oh come on, Tom, it was just the usual round of penis jokes, and you know I have nothing against penis jokes, the world is much better off when people laughing at the penis than going to war over it, but is this all we have offer in the 21st century?
Late Review
[6] vi King Syze: And what, my courteous courtier, betokens this exclamation of surprise?
Peugeot: It is only your daughter's misplaced trust in that rogue Azulejo, a more wanton and deceitful cove than ever else did walk upon the Earth.
King Syze: I think, oh brave protector of my daughter's virtue, that our little princess is as full and true a chip off her father's not inconsiderable block as ever could be hoped. She was not raised as easy prey to common scoundrels! Is it not so, Meediam? Can not you beguile the very birds from the trees?
Meediam: I should not be so immodest as to say, father.
Peugeot: My most abject apologies, my lord.
King Syze: I should cocoa.
Sheridan
[7] vii,xvi North Greenwich
Baker's Two
[8] viii Scene 2: Big Daddy's Castle, early evening

Enter Belle

Belle: Lord, it's hot tonight. Ain't it hot, Sebastian?

Noncommittal grunt from offstage

It surely is. Didn't I tell you it'd be hot? It's always hot when the dragon's flyin'.

Enter Sebastian in a wheelchair

Sebastian: I don't want to hear no more about that dragon, woman. How many times do I have to tell you?

Belle: There can't never be enough times, Sebastian. Why don't you tell me again? Go on, why don't you?

Pause

Big Daddy says there's a Prince comin' to slay the dragon, what do you say to that, Sebastian? Graziela's found herself a fine young gentleman and he's comin' to slay the dragon. Name of Charming, Big Daddy said. Didn't you used to know a Prince Charming, Sebastian?

Pause

Sure is hot tonight.

Tennessee Williams
[9] ix Enter Bette Bourne covered in silver lamé scales.
Pause to regard audience.

Bette: If you think I've got terrible drag on, just wait till you see Regina Fong.

Prince Charming: The dragon! It is here!

Bette: That's drag queen darling, drag queen.
Yes I'm here, and it wasn't easy in these heels, let me tell you.
Oof! Just a minute...

Takes off shoes

That's better. You might not believe it to look at me, but I am no longer young.
Oh the weight of the years...

Stops & looks Prince Charming up and down

Love the doublet and hose.

Prince Charming: I'm tasked to rid the land of you, foul beast
Before I take Graziela to our wedding feast!

Bette: Foul beast? Oh, that's charming, that is!

Neil Bartlett
(after Molière)

(long, long after)

[10] x,xxviii Azulejo: It is the same thing. We are but chaff in the wind, or oats to a horse.
Graziela: Oats? I fail to see how oats come into it.
Boleti: Are you fond of oats?
Graziela: I have no strong feelings about them one way or another.
Azulejo: Oats are the very foundation of our lives here. We could not pass a day without them. We are devoted to them and talk of nothing else.
Graziela: Oh how I wish I were back in Moscow, where one could live from one year to the next without ever having to hear the word "oats," let alone eat them.
Azulejo: Not eat oats? What sort of a place could that be? What would you do there, with no oats for company?
Graziela: It doesn't matter. I am here now. It doesn't matter.
Boleti: More porridge, Graziela?
Let Me Chekhov My Oats
[11] xi Enter Mrs Dragon, with a broom

Mrs Dragon: Come on Sid, rouse yerself. Look at the state of this place!
Dragon: There's no need to shout! Ow, my head!
Mrs Dragon: Too many late knights, that's your trouble.
Dragon: You can't eat just one.
Mrs Dragon: I know you can't. Anyway, I've got to get this place cleaned up. The ogres from next door are coming to tea.
Dragon: Okay, okay. Hang on, what's that smell?

Enter Prince Charming

Prince Charming: It is the manly odour of a handsome prince come to rid this land of your evil!
Dragon: But I didn't order a takeaway.
Prince Charming: Prepare, foul worm! I shall strike off your head with a single blow of my sword!
Dragon: You guys slay me, you really do.

Oh Yes It Is!
[12] xii Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Older and Fatter
Butler Did It
[13] xiii,xv [Blob] Well you took your sweet time about it, but gosh, wasn't it worth the wait! I doubt we shall see its like again in our lifetimes, but once should be enough for anyone.
Reverse Comment to Blob
[14] xiv [Martha] Uncanny!

d-d-d-d-d-d-d-DONG! tick tick tick SQUELCH!

Douglas Smith
[15] xvii NOT
Small Earthquake
[16] xviii,xxvi,xxvii So we were at the Tokyo Diner and I don't know about you, but I always have pretty much the same thing whenever I go there, but this time, I don't know what came over me, but I just decided to be really radical and try something new. Of course I didn't want to risk my dinner over some wild experiment, so I stuck with the same food as usual, but for a change I ordered a hot sake to go with it! But I didn't like it much, I mean it was OK I suppose, but it tasted sort of stale and dusty, sort of like a vodka and tonic that had been left out for a few days to go flat, and on reflection I don't think I'll be ordering it again.
Dull Nonindigenous Tasting Notes
[17] xix [Martha] Despite barking up completely the wrong tree, one of those was actually quite close :)
Sound Charades
[18] xx,xxv Wasn't life so much better when there was string all over the living room floor and I had that dead bird to play with as well? They just don't make 'em like that any more.
Feline nostalgia for last week
[19] xxi
I once heard a fishmonger say "It's time that I came out as gay The cod will be stoked As my sins are uncloaked But the monkfish will probably pray."
And the world sees my feet are of clay."
Like me ego," he joked He said more, but I just couldn't stay.
Then he laughed like a donkey might bray.
But don't tell the wife Cos I value my life Which she'd end without further delay."
And she'd only be done for affray."
Whom I keep up in Fife Or the husband I keep in Torbay!"
For her trust I could never betray."
"As a soldier in old Mandalay I bred my own hake Which were killed by a snake So I cooked it, and them, as satay."
But I shouted and scared it away."
With my pal Cut-Throat Jake Who I'll meet again some sunny day."
(Nicknamed for his skills with the epée)."
I lost both my legs To a dealer in eggs Who sold them off cheap on eBay."
In exchange for a cabriolet."
Where the match-seller begs To be taken back home to Bombay."
And they all know crime does, in fact, pay."
Limacres
[20] xxii,xxiii 9,994 Survivalist Barbies
10,000 Presents penelope wouldn't get for her godchildren
[21] xxiv You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Excuse me, youngster, let's go out tonight

You like me and I am well disposed to it all
We aren't averse to dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and require it fast
They put you down and say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you attach them on

Rebel Dissident, you've torn your dress
Revolutionary Freedom Fighter, your face is a mess
Heretic Insurgent, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I am amorously inclined towards you so

You've ripped your frock, your visage is untidy
You can't get enough, but sufficiency is not the test
You have your transmission and your live wire
Your cue line and a handful of ludes
You'd prefer to be there when they count up the dudes
And I am infatuated with your gown
You're a juvenile success
Because your countenance is in disarray
So in what way might they have become aware
I said, what tipped them the wink?

So what you wish to acquire knowledge of
Calamity's child, kid-infant, sprog-offspring
Where do you desire to visit?
What may one perform for you? Looks as if you've journeyed there too
Since you've shredded your garment
And your mug is disordered
Your appearance lacks coherence
Thus explain their consciousness?

Just a Minim

Now I need a drink!

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