Ok gamers, time for another round of Mornington Crescent. In honor of the train wreck that is the 6 types of atheism thread we are going to start off with using Old Testament rules, house of Moab subrules with Calvinball modifications. Masks are required for the first three moves as well as a minimum of 3 goats. All players will carry a shepherd’s crook with one brightly colored flag attached. Stuffed tigers are optional. So to get things started I will get the flock out of here and head off to Green Park. Tally ho!
Using the ammendum punlished in the "Liber al vel Legis" variant I chuffle along to Victoria. Predictably safe I know, but at this stage in play anything else would be less than cromulent - The game is afoot........
Shame on you. Since you didn't complete the required 3 moves a reboot is in order. A Grand Chancellor of the game I have done a reset. New rules are Wellington Over-Under, full Whosian temporal modes and bonus points for the creative use of Olive Oil. I shall now sneak off, unseen by any other players to Baker Street.
Not so fast sirrah! I flump your ruse and shuffle merrily to Ongar Prince Voltan's paradox will apply to all subsequent activity south of Angel Islington - DIVE!!!!!!!!
Being skyclad, I anoint myself with olive oil, extra virgin of course, (bonus points) and slither off to Hampstead, full of whimsy with bright sunny smile. Of course using skyclad magik a toadish pox decends upon all other players current and future. Ta Ta.
I will now need bleach inside my eyelids to erase the mental image of you slithering covered in olive oil.
Having developed an immunity to toadish pox after repeated infection I'm going to ignore it, pile my golden tresses up and make for High Barnett. Mitch
Late to the party due to being distracted by a young filly in Rhyll, I nonetheless resume play - the Ursine Compulsion variations OBVIOUSLY being utilsed here - with a diagonal slide to Paddington
I will bear with this play, pedestrian as it is, and counter with Lord Robert de Stratford's Vulpine Bishops strategy and sally forth to Oxford Stationl. Here's looking at ya.
Well trousered, but my tweed jacket and sharply pressed cravat help me jump the queue and bag me the best taxi in town. A short jaunt to Rayners Lane. In the words of Trefusis. If you have been, I remain.
But, what station are you going to??? Your declaration of was in another thread and you had neither declared a calvinball flag in your possession nor that you had covered yourself in honey and lime jello. Shaka, the walls fell. As for me, Mike, off to Gospel Oak. BTW, transitioning to the Ipswich derivative. Temporal shifting is now allowed for those wearing Leder Hosen and milking jackets. Crisco is optional.
Use of the Darmok contingency allows for following on with the Picard manoeuvre. You are unable to tell which station I am going for, I do not need to declare, unless you can correctly apply the Riker counter. Qapla'
Having donned Leder Hosen and a Milking Jacket with a liberal application of Crisco to prevent chaffing I am invoking an Ipswich Temporal shift to before you Darmok contingency and demand the satisfaction of knowledge of your destination. Riker be damned. To insure the sanctity of the game I am invoking this procedure from Elephant and Castle. Not disclosing your destination indeed. Do not make me contact Sir Hannibal of Rumpstrapping, Master of rule and large hairy mammals, to invalidate your nefarious bypass of fair play.
Due to that fox looking decidedly European the ukip variation is now in play. Ipswich temporal shift denied.
