Oh well played all round. Wizzwang, I'm with you, I was quite prepared to offer Reykyavik or Prague next, to keep the barbarians at arm's length, but it was not to be...
Tor, some bold attacks and desperate defences there, jolly fine footwork; Svartmetall, brutal play sir, some very neat manouevres; Warlokked, how you snuck up at the end to come from practically no-where I don't know, it was a joy to behold. Well done, all of you.
Who's to serve?
"Well it's Forty-one Thousand Nine Hundred Sixty-nine OK -
Gotta war across the Milky Way - "
Iggius Popiscus and the Stoogii, "41,969"
right, i think i have got it understood now, so please do not laugh:
the objective is to get to MC right, and you do this by travling along the tube line?
you can only move X stations a turn, and can not land on a station someone else is on? or you must move from the last station mentioned, trying to prevent an opponent reching MC whilst reching it yourself?
am i missing anything here?
humm, true. This is yet again proof the Orks are smarter the Elves.-Micklez
Then once again following in the footsteps of the late, great Gen. Pilkington (Something of a personal role-model of mine) in the 1971 Eastbound Cup, I would have to play the highly underrated Allen curve, calling Blackfriars
Location: cavorting among Grandfather Nurgle's entrails
Oh, now that's an interesting play; it's not often we see the Allen curve employed so. I think I'll apply Schenkerian cross-rotation (of the 1936 variety, of course, not the '33) and go for Marylebone.