On the other hand, St Paul's could have got you a golden podume, which is now mine! All those in knid are now reversed and have to play with their feet. As opposed to playing with their feet, if you get my meaning.
Sorry, Snagandorf, but the grey podume I dropped negates that move (for your information, sir/madam, it effectively drops leaves on the line - I warned you earlier that they are dynamite in the right hands - and allows at least two more moves, either of which could easily side-step your dastardly ploy). Anyhow, just in case, I'll straddle to Monument.
it is time for the three cards i picked up earlier. i play Jack of Clubs which is of course trump, Jean-Luke Picard from the star trek card game, and Arcanis the Omnipotent from mtg. with these three men i shall pick up the Royal Oak i knocked down, and use it as a battering ram. look out comi'n through. we end at Liverpool Street, destroying all track to the south.
you have forced me to play the card that was sitting on the table the whole time, Wild Draw two. the color of the hole is now green, i escape narrowly losing all my posessions and my dignity. I shall now sit on the corner with a cup asking for spare change.(down but not quite out, any help would be appreciated).
This seems to have mutated into something other than MC. King's Cross St. Pancras, although illegal, forces a legal MC move to invalidate; thus requiring a return to MC.
Although the smoog explanation isn't accurate, King's X was specifically invalidated by reason of the implicit one-station block from Uncle Corky's Royal Oak play earlier. It was valid UNTIL the Euston move, as I pointed out.
I'm still not convinced that this isn't just another game disguised as MC, particularly as the name suggests originality. Hotpoint, il led rosso declared.
Blackfriars (thanks Thrax). [Tuj] The title, as I see it, simply implies that this game is to MC sites as "New Song" by Howard Jones is to synth pop. Thus, we won't crack up, bend our brains, see both sides, and throw off our mental chains, woo woo woo.
Drat it! I see you were already atBlackfriars, Darren. Curses. As always, there's usually one tiny flaw in my evil, machiavellian schemes. Reminds me of the time I attempted to conquer the world by shrinking the planet to the size of an indigestion tablet and swallowing it with a sip of water. I ended up miniaturising the shrinking device and enlarging the glass of water. And worse still, despite gulping down all the liquid after swallowing it, the shrunken shrunking device did indeed give me ingigestion. Oh, cruel irony!
Hmmmm, you've always proven a worthy adversary, Dujon, and I commend you on a move of some cunning. I hereby declare another *Farkle* to ease the tension. I'd open a window and stand well back for the next few minutes, everybody.