¡Usted es todo tan estúpido, me hace lloro con la frustración! Tooting Beck

... and who let you in? Bog off and invade something overseas.
Waterloo

Mfoi]That last effort was demeaning to the whole game, I can tell that you are the type of person, that goes fishing and takes graet satisfaction in catching tiddlers; how cute. While I avoid the easy option, you on the other hand, are just so proud of your feeble efforts, playing Tooting Beck (so asinine), at this juncture, it is the same as returning back to your squalid tent and girlfriend - going into extremes of improbability - as the rain beats down on your worthless and wretched figure clutching your woebegone prize tiddler; pleased as punch and excited as a Firday night p**shead sniffing at the barmaids apron, there is the inevitable slip, and the disaster waiting to happen. What a squalid sordid sight, you, groping your tiddler through her wet flaps. Go back to the start, don't expect these other impoverished players to be any help, a cursory glance by a novice would be appalled by this contemptible rabble. With no restrictions Baker Street is a move of discernment and perception beyond the frog spawn that you miserably call a brain.

Oh SHUT UP you boring little tit
Russell Square YOU'RE ALL IN KNID....Mwaahaahaa!

[Tuj] I assure you that there is no danger of my falling from the window from which I survey this pigsty of jabbering cretins. Truly did Napoleon observe that while rascality has limits, stupidity does not.

Chalky] When I was seven I'd have though so too. Upminster.

[Btd] When I was seven, I could spell 'thought'. Gospel Oak

Farting Stoats ! What a load of pathetic wimps we have playing this game ! Good job the mighty Ruttsborough isn't here (or anywhere for that matter) he'd have you knipped so far up the Jubilee your podumes would squeak. I'll launch my campaign with Vauxhall placing a steaming-dog-turd podume on the central line between Chancery Lane & St.Paul's. Smelly but effective, I think you'll admit.

Rensdorf, crawl back into the rancid cesspit of bloated rhetoric you call home; Blob, poke your farting stoats up your hole using a long splintery stick; penelope and Chalky, please girls, concentrate your efforts on cooking dinner and looking pretty and leave this, like the parking of cars, to the men. Christ on a fucking hanglider. I have had more pleasure in a VD clinic. I have had an easier time pulling my bottom lip over my head and stapling it to the back of my neck. You lot are about as clever as arse parasites. Now for the LAST TIME BECAUSE I WILL NOT SAY THIS AGAIN. Moorgate.

Dazed: Indeed, your name is apt; you must be dazed. We've had three plays of "Waterloo" which invalidates all other double vowel moves. (Be lucky there hasn't been a fourth, which would force Dollis Hill.) Your insults only reveal the smallness of the box you use for storing you brain (that is, when it's not used to put a hat on). So I discard your move. Blob: Vauxhall? VAUXHALL?? You're risking Vauxhall? Perhaps you don't understand.... Kings Cross St. Pancras

And you 'Will' [what sort of poncey name is that?] can mind yer own sodding business. TEMPLE!

It's a bit rich for someone called "Chalky" to start criticising others' names. I hope whoever taught you to punctuate is still alive, as it will save them spinning in their grave. Since you only seem to understand moves with one word in them, I'll keep this simple for you: Monument.

Ooooh! Darrendiddum's got a new chum to stick up for! Careful - little boys never know when to stop ... Angel

[Penelope (rhymes with envelope)] I shall think of you as Keith Chegwin, but more so. Rensdorf] Your words make my eyes sad. Barbican, upholding the rules... Oh, and Chalky, as you simulpost me... grow up.

Well you bunch of stuck up twats. I bet you all huddle in a corner during the Fart n Ferrets pub quiz, and always get 99% of the questions right. Euston and using the Smeg rule to gain an extra dog turd podume to place on the head of the next player!

Epping That's in Essex, where I assume you're all from.

Zombies at the keyboard again, wake up morons and get a Life! In the history of MC can there have ever have been such a cascade of dismal moves, they continue to mount up silting up the MC⁵ server, like the fatty deposits in a blocked London sewer. This game is rapidly descending into two diabolically dishevelled camps competing for the most grievous move. There are the Killers, intent on wanton destruction of the beautiful game; heathens that make moves that serve no purpose but their own mindlessly nefarious ends. These are the murderous Cain slowly but surely torturing the soul out of Abel and MC with heartles sadistic intent.
The second nauseous group; the bleeding hearts, the whingers, the dire incompetants who’s intolerable and incessant griping gets in the way of any attempt at a decent move. It makes me want to grab hold of your lapels and shout slowly for you to understand “For the love of Ada! Shut the f**k up!!”
Concentrate for more than three seconds, play the game, so pause, give your brain cell some space …Cain: Ada, wait here , forcing Canada Water.

...and as with all such classifications, Inkers, I bet you're in the third group: "Untouchable Me". Well, you're not untouchable: at least that's what I heard. I don't want to be coarse about this, but I'm forced to. Go screw yourself. And West India Quay.

Green Park. It seems nobody here can make a move without flapping their lips for half an hour first.

BolloxBarbican

Darren] Very theatrical; daaaarling. Trying to make a dramatic pithy entrance are we, stop being such a foppy drama queen, flouncing round with ineffectual gestures. This is real, not a rehearsal by some amateur G&S society in a shire village hall. The crude bluntness of your comments can not hide the fact that you admire the school of method acting, but whereas the greats of Al Paccino and Robert De Niro are masters of their craft, I must also congratulate you on your ability to study and adopt the life skills of an ameoba, in its authtenticity and closeness to source it is quite breathtaking unique and a step forward for primitive single cell lifeforms,you are indeed a hero to the all pond life. To paraphrase wise man; We are all born from a single cell. Some remain so.
Continue to ham it up like a court jester, better still shuffle off this stage, for you are not worthy to even sweep these hallowed boards. Shall I compare thee to a London tube station; yours is indeed the West Acton I have ever seen. My move will be a deft Chancery Lane.

Monument, Inkspot, to verbal diarrhoea.

Oh, for crying out loud. I decided to leave it nice and late to join this game, so that I could take advantage of the pig's ear you lot have inevitably made of it, but really! Arsing around on the DLR like that isn't so much a pig's ear as a giant ear grown on a luminous lab rat's back. The only answer is Alperton, and what sort of opening move is that?

It would seem that Dazed has vitriolled himself to a standstill, probably wet himself with all the excitement and gone off to change his nappy. [Darren] Are you helping him ? Meanwhile Inkspot has taken incoherency to new levels. To be expected really. So, without further ado City Road putting Darren in strick and deflating inkspot to a mean smudgy stain. Harsh but fair I think.

[Blob] Oh, don't worry, I'm not helping him. None of you need any help to piss yourselves. West Brompton.

I don't need any help, I could beat you lot blindfolded with my cock in a sling. And as for help from Darren, well who needs help from a bed-wetting Oedipus like that? Rotherhithe should at least keep this bloody game alive for a while yet.

Fanny batter eating fuckwits, the lot of you Fenchurch for £200-00 worth of podumes...............

Usted idiota de brained de guisante.....Tooting Beck and your Hovercraft is full to the brim with Eels!

"Minsiter," if you insist on having such a long name, you could at least learn to spell it properly. On a happier note, I see the standard of widey's repartee has improved. Perhaps we can attribute this to Hyde Park Corner? New players may like to know that there are five different Dazeds, each numbered according to its quality. Dazed1 is the best, followed by Dazed2, etc. Dazed4 cleans up after dogs for a living - with his mouth.

I see that the spirit is abroad in mc⁵ to kill a few games. No more suitable candidate could be found than this malebolge, together with its inhabitants, who combine Eloi witlessness with Morlock cretinism. Ah, but we must wait on st gollum to perform the honours, must we not? Making up his own magic phrase to clutch the preciouss moment to his own clammy, pustule-covered breast?

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.

What's up with him? Did he step on the live rail at South Wimbledon?

Nah, he's probably still at Cockfosters. Rosie] I your surname "Lyoldbuggerasusual"? If not, maybe it should be.

[Tuj}What the f..Uxbridge has it got to do with you?

[Tuj] "I your surname"... I'd suggest re-learning the language from the start, if I thought for minute you had the brains to understand it. And as for you, plump, you can Finchley Road.

Darren, if you got your hand out of your arse you might just realise is was a typo, or to use the Rensdorf, a "typographical error". Basically, some of us have lives and therefore reasons to hurry. We don't just act like scrotes. Epping.

Rosie] i am away in wales, on sad family business until sometime early next week, not that it is any of your fucking business. Seeing as I have popped my head in, and seeing as the game is proceeding in such a dismally bassackward manner, I suppose I might as well vainly try to inject a bit of tension into your sad sad lives with a move.
Citing Ffestiniog Bypass 1947) I play >Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrnbastarddrobwllllantysiliogogofuckinggoch

Bloody hell the fecking imbecile couldn't even be arsed to get the fecking markup right, fecking wanker; Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrnbastarddrobwllllantysiliogogofuckinggoch

Shitty Death ! Mother bleedin' Theresa ! Thought you snuffed it 'bout the same time as that malingering Diana bird got herself squished in a tunnel ! How's your tea towel you haggard old crone ? Saved any sinners lately ? No ! Thought not. No fucking good now your dead are you ? Oh, I suppose someone's going to say they've been cured of leprosy or some other revolting disease by touching one of your rotting sandals or something - but then you Holy Water Brigade are all the same aren't you ? See the Blessed Lady popping up all over the place - that cloud ! Looks just like the Virgin Mary ! No, it look like a cloud, dick-head. Oh look, that shrivelled potato looks just like Mother Theresa ! Let's get down on our knees and lick our way to the friggin' Vatican ! You're all a load of donky-headed Blackfriars - it is alleged.

For the last time, Mornington Bloody Crescent

Yeah, and you can shut up too, Audience. I've never seen a game played so badly by such a bunch of tossers, myself included.

[Darren] At last, someone, if only by chance, has made a true statement. But then, so will a bunch of monkeys pounding on a London Transport map for long enough. You do realise, I hope, that certain people are taking notes and resolving that never, never, will any of you be selected to even play at the county level?

Renners] Well in that case it won't harm me to point out you're an opinionated wankshaft. See you!

[Tuj] Yes! Yes! Indeed! You have correctly noted that I have opinions! No kidding, Sherlock, as the English expression has it. The difference between my opinions and yours, my dear Tuj, is that mine are worth listening to.

... if you want to see an extreme example of fat-headed stupidity to match anything in the record books. Well done, Rensdorf. Fuckwitted right to the very end.

Oh look, some really brave person has posted without a name. That's almost as bad as playing under an assumed name, isn't it, Rensdorf?

I think that most people here would be more than satisfied to play at Cunty Level. I am disgusted at myself for posting such an easy winning move. It should have been Mornington Christ on a Fucking Cunting bicycle Weeping Gently into his Piss Stained Samosa Crescent ON THE COCKING HILL. No imagination really , the lot of you. Useless bunch of arrogant baboons.

Takes one to know one.

Gah. Where I come from, "Bad Tempered Critical And Tetchy" doesn't mean "Swearing". Sarcasm, belittling, and generally showing off one's own superiority and the others' inferiority, yes, but to descend into swearing is merely puerile. Even merely *calling* somebody an idiot is idiotic if you cannot *prove* it - repeating a statement, no matter how loudly, does not make it true, even with the added so-called emphasis of obscenities which in fact serve only to illustrate one's own lack of intellect. I belatedly *farkle* in the general direction of all those overaged children who have apparently never grown up.

[JLE] I pity you were unable to stand the heat and ran away after your first and only move. One could have appreciated the vaguely semi-sentient competition you might have provided. Shooting fish in barrels, while not a taxing diversion, provides marginally more entertainment than shooting pond slime.

JLE] Jesus Fucking Christ! Where I come from, people in bad & tetchy moods are oft known to swear. It is also rather disingenous to say that swearing belies lack of intellect. It is hard for me to continue with a reply - not because of any lack or otherwise of intellect, but merely because I really could not give a monkey's arse. Swearing can be used by people not because they lack the words but because they lack the inclination to actually enter into a discussion. Life is sometimes just too short. But please farkle away, dear boy, farkle away.

[JLE] I presume you'd also claim that starting a rant with "Gah" is a sign of intelligence, whereas it merely illustrates your lack of vocabulary. Furthermore, your childish use of asterisks to emphasise words when bold or italic text would be more appropriate provides clear evidence your views are not worthy of further consideration.

**punches darren in the kidneys**

***laughs her socks off***
Can we have a Jolly Good Mood Crescent now?

[st d] At least I don't have to sell my kidneys for cash like you do.

Bunch of whiffy pansy's........Euston

[widey] Get your head out of your arse - the game has finished.

[widey] Yeah. It is SO over with, anyone who clings on the vestiges is really a bit SAD. That means you.

Yeah, anybody who posts to this game now that it is FINISHED is just a complete and utter .....errr...

...said Kim, AFTER it HAS FiNiShEd...

[Tuj] That's kind of what Kim's (rather pathetic) joke was. What's more, your grasp of capitalisation is dreadful.

Yes Darren, not grasped the subtle art of sarcasm have we?

No, you haven't.

Will you lot of puerile artifacts piss off! The whole lot of you should be in school or in bed. I'm trying to get some rest you collection of inconsiderate larvae, so kindly f**k off and get someone to read you a story.

Fecking Quainton Road on that bollox of a line, THE METRO!

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