A game of MC where rude and outspoken comments about everyone else's bad play/attitude/spelling/general character/personal hygiene/parentage/&c is de rigeur. Is that simple enough for you, or should I SPELL IT OUT?
st d]So you have finally crept out from under your stone congratulations on getting out of lice infested pit and enlightening us with your presence we are all just soooo grateful you made that last move but be honest it was crap Archway a safe move for dullards with no clue or foresight or understanding very much like Gusset Login and his attempt at knip, what a pitiful and pathetic, feeble minded effort. Let me bring things down to your level just for Chalky, West Ham and to be generous, here's a hint it's a magenta station.
for fuck's sake Inkspot, if you are just going to treat this game as a place to to come and practice being patronising (and God knows you need the practise) at least strive to get your "your/you're"s correct. Jesus H Christ on a cocking bicycle. Weeping. Archway again.
Was that all your own work that last move st d.? well done! that was very good for you, (and like rewarding a two year old when potty training, extra praise even when it's a pile of shite) you are good little boy aren't you? yes you are, and as a reward have one of my shiney blue tokens. And while I go to the bog and give birth to your twin... Covent Garden yet another magenta station.
Inkers] Lay off the toilet humour, you're not a child are you? Well, maybe in some respects, but I'm not going that low. Oh, and find some punctuation will you? I'm sure Rensdorf'll lend you some, he can throw them down from his high horse. Oh, and "st" dogmael? Angel. Snard at you!
Thus we see how the feeble intellects of lesser beings wander mumbling into the fog, forgetting, if they ever knew, why they came here, and oblivious to the opportunities around them. But soon their opportunities will run out and they will be heard no more. St. John's Wood. [st d] Truly, you have outdone yourself in incompetence with this village-idiot play of Dollis Hill. Consider the counter-strick running along the Metropolitan line, consider the LV, consider almost anything and you will see, if your education has not been entirely wasted, that there is neither the possibility of a loop, nor any of the other seven possible reasons to play at Dollis Hill.
Dollis Hill F*ck you, st d, for looping, and f*ck you, Rensdorf, for ignoring the inevitable loop and making it twice as binding for the rest of us. Tw*t.
[penelope] On second thoughts, a single ostrich feather, strategically placed. You may use it to write out ten thousand times the Maelberg-Venneling classification theorem.
Reading this unmitigated shite reminds me of the story that a thousand monkeys, given infinite time, will eventually write the works of Shakespeare. This is like reading the stuff they got down on day bastarding one! You lot couldn't see a fucking sigma diagonal if it came and bit you on your over-developed arses. Goodge St. should put this bloody game on track again. Jesus..why do I bother?!
Whoopee! big deal, yawnsvile, is that it? the quality of other peoples moves is straining credulity beyond breaking point. Buck up your F***ing ideas. Surely one of you is capable of doing something slightly reasonable, stop behaving like a bunch of pathetic inebriated imbeciles, only able to make purile infantile moves. Green Park
Latimer ROAD for Christs sake! Green park was about as useful as Ann Widdecombe's fanny! Have you lot ever played this game before? You are taking the piss.
You do realise -- well, of course you don't -- that the win has been lying wide open for nine moves? But no, you all display as much insight and verve as a treeful of blind three-toed sloths with senile dementia. Here, Dazed5, have a tub of clue musk, I believe the clue mating season is beginning. For Inkspot, a dictionary to improve his spelling. For the dogmael, my brief ten-volume monograph on bidiagonal openings will give him a satisfactory grounding in the basics he has clearly been too hasty to trouble to learn, after which he may at least be able to make his first move without attracting the scorn of real players who may have hoped to face an opponent possessed of some real knowledge. For penelope, a puce feather boa. For the rest, a bucket of pshaws and ptuis to distribute as you wish. It has been a pleasure -- to finish the game.
And st dogmael, next time try to initialise the game with the proper final move. Really, sabotaging the system is as fatuous as stealing a karate master's black belt and imagining you can fight him on equal terms.
So Rensdorf you think you have won!!!! Laugh? I nearly pissed myself, perhaps from the summit of Mount Olympus you can tell me which of these properly sums up your situation, it it A, how great the mighty fallen or B, the harder they come, the harder they fall. Well my son, you are flat on your a*se, having slipped on a fresh Richard III. Oh this moment is so sweet, a moment to cherish as not one of the Gods of Olympus but the court jester puts their foot in it, digs a hole and continues digging with a most obvious foul, falling hook line and sinker for the trap set up by Dazed5. Onwards we go jeering at the inept arrogance of Rensdorf, singing and dancing on his grave all the way to Covent Garden.
Well, with that move, you've met yours...probably been listening to too much ABBA. Waterloo played after an unsuccessful MC opens a buffalo charge, free switch to an American system and back, so Clark/Lake (Chicago) and Dollis Hill
Using the wooden spunt made famous by Wee Airchie McSporran have levered the loop open and headed over Upminster Bridge leaving Tuj and his quivering buttocks in the mire of his own secretions.
Why the hell have none of you had the common decency to wait until I had arrived? I might have known you'd all just waste the best part of a week covering the MC board in your spittle without me to point you in the right direction. Which is, as any fool knows, Shepherd's Bush. Now make an effort.
[Darren] Frankly I'd rather you didn't. It was an assault on my sensibilities the first time, a second dose would awaken murderous inclinations. Besides, why waste time opening your mouth if you're not even going to make a move to take the game on a notch? You're all a load of dithering idiots. Perhaps if I speak in TV advertising slogans, the message might just make it through your thick goggle-eyed skulls. Just do it... Finchley Road
[Dazed5] Call that an insult? I call it a pathetic excuse for a compliment. Now, because you're kinda new round here, and not yet labelled as a total waste of space (though, give it time... 5 minutes should do it if you carry on in that limp fashion), I'm going to go easy on you, and point out that references to the Rt Hon Ann Widdecombe are completely inappropriate in this game, and if you had two particles of intelligence to rub together, you'd have realised that already. No, for the lack-lustre, no-brain self-styled player with the experience of a crippled jellyfish the correct posture is to retire into foul language and bathroom humour, in order to attract the deserved approbium of the masses. Oh, and DO remember to choose a really dumb move, like Bank.
rensdork] I think you will find that in initialising the game I also have the right to decree the winning move. If you can not play the winning move, I suggest perhaps you go back and consult your "ten volumes of arse poetry" or whatever the fuck it was (for indeed nay i havent read them - for nor could i even read your entire post, let alone VOLUMES, so turgid and utterly utterly wank is your writing). Fuck you and fuck your diagonals and fuck your shit attempots to win this game. My game. My rules. Everyone else seems to be coping fine (even though it must be said they are playiing with little actual wit.) Especially for Rensdork, I will illustrate with :-