Two billion, seven thousand two hundred and seventy five million, five hundred and thirty thousand, four hundred and forty four; Two billion, seven thousand two hundred and seventy five million, five hundred and thirty thousand, four hundred and forty five... Oh sod it. This is taking such a long time. Ready or not, here I come!
OK, there's a 5 next to this square and also a 4 so ...one, two three, if it's a mine then the one next to isn't, in which case that one is a 3 and that one is a 2 so that one is a mine and that one is either a 2 or a 3, so if it's a 2 then that one must be a 2 as well, but then one can't be a 1 so that one must be a 3 which means this one is a 1 or else if that first one isn't a mine then that one is so that one is a 2 and so is that one, and so that one is a 1 which is impossible so that one is definitely a 1 so this one must be a mine! *click. Oh b*gger.
Well, the Hydrans are pulling back their entire fleet to the Hydran capital. The Kzintis are building two medium cruisers, and spending the rest of the EPs on repairs, and the Federation . . . still hasn't entered the bleedin' war. It's turn six FFS! The Feds are so like the Americans it's uncanny.
[CdM] No, it was a 7. Remember that each row, column and 3x3 block have to contain the numbers 1 to 9. Anyway, I only need 3 to get out, so crafty use of Penelope's Pop-O-Matic should help. POP-chunk!17 Blast, overshot. That puts me at London Bridge with Miss Scarlett and a dead whale.