THE HOLY TERROR AND HIS LITTLE MASTERPIECE~~~ Lets play a highly abstract, cold, mathematical game... Im going to beat the shit out of everyone... I own this epic immortals game... Opening move, checkmate, king to queen... Way to establish a commanding lead... I am a high level overlord of olympic degree... A shrewd and cunning grandmaster... They had taken me for stupid, I dont like being taken for stupid... My game is stronger now than the fires that forged it... I am a superior player, they are sheer dopplegangers leaching from me the greatest of my own techniques in a pathetic attempt to improve their own mediocre game... I feel a certain sympathy for the poor dull wretched creatures, knowing that in their minds they actually feel as though they have a chance... They are so pathetic Im tempted to usher in the age of kindness and decency and just let them win... Would this deviant act of chivalry raise me to an even higher level above them than which I already sit??? A fresh flower amidst the mud, a bright fragrant rose in the dull stink... I make my last move... A shining jeweled beast making a grand entrance on its ornate raised dais... A queen sized castle... I stood alone before the throne room, on the verge of entry, planning to sweep the entire board with my monarchial masterpiece... I need to develope a queen and quickly... All of us in our obsessive quest across the board are stumbling to unlock the ultimate treasure... I have been questing for that relationship for 12 years... After I unlock a queen, I may challenge god himself to a game... Ill even give him the first 2 moves... He would probably use a sicilian defense... ZUGZWANG~~~ (PS, just so you know we are playing armageddon ragnarok apocalypse for the fate of the universe, I sure hope that none of you fall into my devastating trap.)
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 17:25:55 +0000
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