Blob: I know the Americans have become quite liberal about the sexual orientation of their troops, but I hadn't realised it had gone that far. (Cigarette) Paper
JLE:The original Irish topless restaurant - as seen by myself and family when driving along the motorway from Dublin to Galway one day, on one of our more recent holidays in Ireland. So called because it consisted of a sign saying "Restaurant" pointing directly at a building with no roof.
CdM:That thing that you use to punch the chad out with
Riana:Those things no longer being included with California absentee ballots, so that you have to find your own pokey I wonder how much havoc that caused...
Norma:An ancient voting machine Either they weren't counted correctly or 30,000 people showed up at the polls, but didn't vote.
Riana:Rampant racism, which may account for some of the 30,000.
Blob: Whereas : Sejant Racism not quite as bad as the above; Couchant Racism Very relaxed attitude indeed. Bifurcating there I'm afraid.
Riana: [Blob] Oh dear. Reminds me of one of my favorite Pratchett quotes, wherein a Pursuivant is yelling at one of the heraldic animals (griffins, wyverns, etc.) he keeps around as models: "Down, boy! Couchant! I said couchant! No! *Not* rampant! And thee shall have a sugar lump like a good boy."
PaulWay: Yes I, as a closet Herald, enjoyed that as well.
CdM: And I think that allows me to play the winning combination of {Death Certificate, Gravedigger, Tombstone}, allowing the game to rest in peace at Mornington Crescent.
MC Server: Game won by CdM.
CdM (Winner's Comments): Of course, that move was meant to be bolder: {Death Certificate, Gravedigger, Tombstone}. This was one of the stranger games we've played, since it seemed to be played under at least two distinct rulesets at the same time, but it definitely had moments of brilliance. Well played, everyone.
Blob: A fine victory there, CdM.
</metaphorical extravaganza>This game was rather like a firework without instructions. It kept doing unexpected things - and just when you thought it had burnt itself out it would suddenly burst into life with unexpected vigour. But I think you were quite right to consider that of late it had just been sitting there quietly "futting" as the last traces of gunpowder expended their heady fragrance to the still night air .... ahhhh.</metaphorical extravaganza>
Tuj: [Blob; a seven-year overdue pillorying] Anne Boleyn didn't rest her head on a block - executed kneeling, by a swordstroke. I think with both options out that makes your penultimate move invalid but it's probably too late for a recount ;)