The game, as it is said, is now afoot.
Hark now, and hear the sounds as all begin.
Tudor rules, as played by Shakespeare in 'ffect,
Such history, but now played in our time.
I call Park Street, simple opening move.
So, pip-pip, cheerio and all that rot.
AegisFear My DanceOvershot Toronto, Landed in OttawaRegistered Userregular
edited September 2008
Jolly good day all! I do find interesting the mode of play being utilized this eve and shall endeavour to continue our lovely standard by calling Moorgate.
Also, I would like to introduce Hoot who shall be accompanying me in this most exciting sport.
BobCescaIs a girlBirmingham, UKRegistered Userregular
edited September 2008
as always, I am accompianied by my darling Farah
EDIT: I wish my phone would work with my laptop...I have the cutest picture of Lukos (my other cat) wearing a top hat (a little fascinator my sister made)...
Well, chaps, I do think I'll be going for the old Hofstadter gambit early.
Finchley Central.
Quite, quite. I can see why you've done that, old chap, although it is a bit of a bold and risky move going that far to the north like that when everyone else seems to be going south.
I am, of course, interested to see how it turns out. However, I would not dream of imposing my opinions upon you, so feel free to pay no heed.
Hmmm... I suppose... would Edgware Road be legal from there?
Probably not. I suppose there's only one thing to do about it then.
Cockfosters.
Steady on there, old chap.
I think you might be going a little bit too far afield - under the "Range Of Playe" section of the classic Tudor Rules, it says that:
"And such that the game may proceed in a timely fashion, the maximume distance from ye finishing place and any place called in the game shall be no more than two hours briske walk as the black crowe flies."
This translates to roughly 10km (~6 miles) in modern terms, and I believe that Cockfoster is about 13km (8.2 miles) away from Mornington Crescent.
I'm frightfully sorry old chap, but I must call you in on this infraction.
Hmmm... I suppose... would Edgware Road be legal from there?
Probably not. I suppose there's only one thing to do about it then.
Cockfosters.
Steady on there, old chap.
I think you might be going a little bit too far afield - under the "Range Of Playe" section of the classic Tudor Rules, it says that:
"And such that the game may proceed in a timely fashion, the maximume distance from ye finishing place and any place called in the game shall be no more than two hours briske walk as the black crowe flies."
This translates to roughly 10km (~6 miles) in modern terms, and I believe that Cockfoster is about 13km (8.2 miles) away from Mornington Crescent.
I'm frightfully sorry old chap, but I must call you in on this infraction.
You must be horribly out of shape then. At a brisk pace one could easily cover 9 miles in modern terms, if they are fit.
Fancy hats will certainly gain you a lead. But hours from now one slip up, one misplaced kidney pie, the wrong wife beheaded and who knows where you'll be wishing you had created a sonnet.
In the form of an English sonnet, for the Tudor ruleset:
From Baker Street I will go
And henceforth will I bide
In a second I will show
And you all will want to hide
I'm going to Westminister
The one that's by James Park
I know it's awful sinister
And yes it's very dark
I'm sorry that I couldn't
Give the rest of you a chance
But you knew I wouldn't
Especially to those from France
Do not try to correct me
The move as legal be.
James on
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AegisFear My DanceOvershot Toronto, Landed in OttawaRegistered Userregular
edited September 2008
I had thought that our direction was clear,
Though our meanderings leave much to chance.
Our paths converge very near,
To our destination as straight as a lance.
I would posit that our choice must be made then,
A very sensible and careful one.
For to misstep would be hazardous when,
Our paths intersect at none.
As such I propose a plan,
To end all our troubles with glee.
We shall wander all over, good man,
As briskly as one who is free.
Our path then will be simple and loyal,
Let us make haste to Park Royal.
I say, it's getting rather crowded here to the west. I think I may move myself east laterally to Angel. Give myself a bit of breathing room, whaddya say old chap? Don't want to be hemmed in when the next round starts.
Well, chaps, I do think I'll be going for the old Hofstadter gambit early.
Finchley Central.
Quite, quite. I can see why you've done that, old chap, although it is a bit of a bold and risky move going that far to the north like that when everyone else seems to be going south.
I am, of course, interested to see how it turns out. However, I would not dream of imposing my opinions upon you, so feel free to pay no heed.
Well I say, it can be rather hard to beat the other players if you simply follow them, eh what?
I say, I must have left my favourite bowler in the carriage going to Eastcote. I saw some rather unsavory characters about, and I have no doubt that they pilfered it as soon as I left!
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You are an awesome fellow.
Oh wait, that means I am an awesome fellow.
Well played good sir.
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I'm looking for a chance to use "It's just not cricket", myself.
Hark now, and hear the sounds as all begin.
Tudor rules, as played by Shakespeare in 'ffect,
Such history, but now played in our time.
I call Park Street, simple opening move.
So, pip-pip, cheerio and all that rot.
You best follow da rules.
First position calling was done in iambic pentameter, as per Tudor Rules, since we all start with croop, right guv?
Just so everyone is clear. I don't want to see anyone claiming they were unaware of the rules in play
Time for some bangers and mash.
ps
In the spirit of fair play and companionship, I have brought extra for me mates. For the low price of £46 each.
You are being judged for not knowing
...oh, fuck me, I've forgotten the frilly hats. I'm completely arse over face.
Also, I would like to introduce Hoot who shall be accompanying me in this most exciting sport.
Currently DMing: None
Characters
[5e] Dural Melairkyn - AC 18 | HP 40 | Melee +5/1d8+3 | Spell +4/DC 12
EDIT: I wish my phone would work with my laptop...I have the cutest picture of Lukos (my other cat) wearing a top hat (a little fascinator my sister made)...
Bit of a conservative game we've got, innit, wot with a lot of people move very far away from the Crescent.
Finchley Central.
Quite, quite. I can see why you've done that, old chap, although it is a bit of a bold and risky move going that far to the north like that when everyone else seems to be going south.
I am, of course, interested to see how it turns out. However, I would not dream of imposing my opinions upon you, so feel free to pay no heed.
Probably not. I suppose there's only one thing to do about it then.
Cockfosters.
Steady on there, old chap.
I think you might be going a little bit too far afield - under the "Range Of Playe" section of the classic Tudor Rules, it says that:
"And such that the game may proceed in a timely fashion, the maximume distance from ye finishing place and any place called in the game shall be no more than two hours briske walk as the black crowe flies."
This translates to roughly 10km (~6 miles) in modern terms, and I believe that Cockfoster is about 13km (8.2 miles) away from Mornington Crescent.
I'm frightfully sorry old chap, but I must call you in on this infraction.
And since we are meant to bring a fancy hat, I thought this would be most appropriate.
Pip pop, old beans.
You must be horribly out of shape then. At a brisk pace one could easily cover 9 miles in modern terms, if they are fit.
From Baker Street I will go
And henceforth will I bide
In a second I will show
And you all will want to hide
I'm going to Westminister
The one that's by James Park
I know it's awful sinister
And yes it's very dark
I'm sorry that I couldn't
Give the rest of you a chance
But you knew I wouldn't
Especially to those from France
Do not try to correct me
The move as legal be.
Though our meanderings leave much to chance.
Our paths converge very near,
To our destination as straight as a lance.
I would posit that our choice must be made then,
A very sensible and careful one.
For to misstep would be hazardous when,
Our paths intersect at none.
As such I propose a plan,
To end all our troubles with glee.
We shall wander all over, good man,
As briskly as one who is free.
Our path then will be simple and loyal,
Let us make haste to Park Royal.
Currently DMing: None
Characters
[5e] Dural Melairkyn - AC 18 | HP 40 | Melee +5/1d8+3 | Spell +4/DC 12
'old on there - aren't English sonnets, which James claimed to have done, written in iambic pentameter - which James hasn't done?
They are usually, but not exclusively. So no.
I fancy I should purchase myself a hat. Of sorts.
I say, it's getting rather crowded here to the west. I think I may move myself east laterally to Angel. Give myself a bit of breathing room, whaddya say old chap? Don't want to be hemmed in when the next round starts.
Well I say, it can be rather hard to beat the other players if you simply follow them, eh what?