And you couldn't even be bothered to make a guess.

[Darren] Mystery Crescent is only valid if declared in advance, idiot. Of course, maybe the dog had the even worse judgement to create the game as a permanent one. As far as I'm concerned, my play of MC ended the matter and all that remains is a conga of imbeciles. Don't put yourself out, though; you are not expected to have the intellect to perceive the truth of the matter.

Bugger off this is a new station about to open on the Northen line! Now where's that dumb ass brother of mine?

I shall play the next move especially for you rensdork and you can imagine yourself once again blissfully on holiday in Zurich, hanging out in your favorite public convenience near the railway station : Swiss Cottage

[Rensdorf] At least I have a decent grasp of English grammar. Chancery Lane.

South Kenton, honestly, you're all behaving like members of parliament. Except less classy.

[Darren] Your ability to struggle through a "See Spot run" book while moving your lips does not qualify you to pass judgement on anyone else's use of the language.

(Rensdorf) You're supposed to make some attempt to insert the name of a tube station to accompany your witless contributions. Furthermore, I note that an anagram of your name is "For nerds". Don't assume that this page is similarly dedicated. Meanwhile, I zoom out to Epping.

Epping? That prevents nothing. I'd go ahead and win it, but it'd be a hollow victory over you all and I don't think I could explain how in sufficiently simple language. So I'll just ride over to Cockfosters.

Arnos Grove. Cock your fosters at that, losers.

You know Homo Erectus played a more intelligent and complex version of the Great Game than you lot are managing, and there were precious few podumes about in those days. I will attempt to inject a little quality into the proceedings with a rather deft Amersham / Chesham bifurcation. Buckinghamshire is wild.