Mags, a.k.a. MineWeeper

Sometimes we get bored. It happens. Luckily, Bill created the perfect game to cure that. Mags and me are bored very often.



Random MineSweeper conversations:

Mags: find the hidden mines
Mags: it's backwards
Mags: wankers
Mags: you are so going down
Mags: my randomness dictates my awesomeness
Leonie: my logic will conquer all
Mags: jesus
Leonie: tee hee - go go logic
Mags: you and your logic
Leonie: terrible, isn't it?
Leonie: or maybe this just means I need to get a life
Mags: heh
Mags: well done
Leonie: why thank you
Leonie does the secret Fischism handshake
Mags: heh
Leonie: I better get to my not so secret not so Fischist uni
Leonie: talk to ya later :)

Leonie: I'm doing this major 'I can be organised if I want to be' thing, which involves punching holes in a lot of paper
Mags: hee
Mags: so it wouldn't be a good idea for me to try and tempt you with a game of solitaire or minesweeper eh?
Mags: ;)
Leonie: ooooh
Leonie: minesweeper sounds good
Mags loses worse than anyone's ever lost before
Leonie: heh
Leonie: fear me :D
Mags: I do indeed

Mags: there we go
Mags: lovely
Leonie: what got into you? the holy spirit of minesweeping?
Mags: holy CHRIST
Mags: hmm
Mags: that's helpful
Mags: JESUS
Mags: shit
Leonie: you and your randomness
Mags: I wasn't being random then
Leonie: Sod's law?
Mags: no, I was doing it the smart way
Leonie: Murphy's?
Mags: I don't so much know laws
Mags: bollocks
Mags: arsemonkeys
Mags: there you go
Mags: woot

*Mags* I appear to be best at Minesweeper when I completely have the instructions wrong. Say, when I think the object is to get as few mines as possible, I get more than Leonie and win. When I actually try and play the game according to the rules, I consistently lose. I'm a contrary motherfucker to be sure.

*Leonie* I say you may be contrary, but you aren't a motherfucker. You are so the cousin for me.