Omg where's classic! :(

[General Mayhem]

I want it back. I miss it.

[Serbia]

Hellloooo folks, back from my 72 hour ban. Had plenty of time to look into this. I sent an email to Hasbro, they are looking into it. Will keep you posted.

Gee. I wonder if you're the first disgruntled customer to contact them.

so if we made a map with similar game play and a word design but didnt look a thing like hasbro's
would that be ok?

Never hurts to ask. You are no legal expert, neither am I.

salr15, the little fat kid on the playground who, when the bigger kids won't let him score a goal, takes 'his' ball and stomps off, loudly accusing everyone else of cheating in the hope that the teachers will shut down the game completely, thus making everyone else just as miserable as he is. And why? Because he can no longer string together random profanities without discipline.

[jiminski]

Hellloooo folks, back from my 72 hour ban. Had plenty of time to look into this. I sent an email to Hasbro, they are looking into it. Will keep you posted.

Gee. I wonder if you're the first disgruntled customer to contact them.

so if we made a map with similar game play and a word design but didnt look a thing like hasbro's
would that be ok?

Never hurts to ask. You are no legal expert, neither am I.

salr15, the little fat kid on the playground who, when the bigger kids won't let him score a goal, takes 'his' ball and stomps off, loudly accusing everyone else of cheating in the hope that the teachers will shut down the game completely, thus making everyone else just as miserable as he is. And why? Because he can no longer string together random profanities without discipline.

Though i know what you mean Serb, that allegory is more true for the other Hasbro terrorist fellow (IPH was it, who brought the Classic map down!?)

In this case it's more like the...
... little lad who is playing with his own football with another group of little lads on the playground. The big prefects don't like the language the little lads are using so they burst the ball as a 'joke'. The Prefects turf the teary eyed little lads off, deciding to use the extra space for an al fresco chess club and Elizabethan poetry recital.

The little lad buys a new ball in preparation for another game the next day.. it seemed sensible that the 'joke' was just that; they had always been allowed to use that little, secluded part of the playground and it was set aside for the foul-mouthed little lads to vent their inherent adversarial natures. The headmaster was a progressive and liberal minded guy... but just maybe the lure of expanding to become a private school was changing him..

The next day the gate to the little playground is locked! The little lads press themselves against the bars and strain to hear the big prefects musing at the genius of Shakespeare and the light tapping of pawns against teak.. but they can not get in.
They wait, confused but hopeful that they will be allowed back in.. surely this wouldn't happen without the semblance of discussion or at least explanation from their cool headmaster!

To the chagrin of the little lads, the change is permanent; the cool headmaster had in fact instructed the ball bursting episode and passed it off as a very funny joke.. You see he did not like or respect the little lads after-all and besides that, the emotional damage at the mere thought of their existence was now affecting the head boys reading of "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe.

The little lads, frustrated at this overt act of disrespect, became slightly incensed and psychopathic at this ultimately humiliating act from the figures of authority.They turn against what once they loved!
"Well let's give the bullies a taste of their own medicine! Those pompous, pious, moral hypocrites!" the little lads say as one.

The moral of this tale is that sadly a group of frustrated psychopathic little lads, who are mocked and chided when they protest and punished if they complain by the very prefects who burst their ball in the first place, are not well disposed to thinking of the bigger picture. The bigger picture no longer included them you see.
They run, swearing all over the place where once they did not, becoming more incensed at the injustice and hopelessness of their plight... they run around lost with nothing more to lose.


In the end the little lad is expelled for trying to burn the school down and the Prefect, who burst the ball but no one had seen before that day, is moved on to another school far far away. He moves on for personal reasons we will not discuss and definitely not in the attempt to draw a line under the ball bursting incident!

[Thezzaruz]

Me thinks jiminski was a bit bored and decided writing a novel would brighten his day.

[xelabale]

Everyone likes a fantasy! Some extras/enhancements:

The head prefect only joined the day before the ball-bursting incident.
He disguised the knife as a cute dolphin.
He left the week after, having played only 8 games of chess.
No-one ever saw his face, or heard him speak. Actually he looked suspiciously like another prefect, maybe a twin, or a multiple personality?

The kids'd been playing in the same place for years and no-one ever said he shouldn't. In fact, he was encouraged to play just there as he was nice and out of the way. This was naturally confusing to the little tykes.
Sometimes other kids would come and play with them, and quite enjoyed the game.
Many people who didn't play with the kids loved to watch them frolic and gambol.

The headmaster withdrew more and more from the school, and people wondered if he in fact really was cool.

All signs that there was a corner or a little boy are permanantly removed. It is forbidden to speak about "the corner". Anyone who does is tolerated for a week then given detention.

The foul-mouthed kids set up their own little corner just outside the school where they peer in and laugh at the chess players before dismembering each other.