16 August 2012
Tactics have been made, Your pawns they all lie dead. Was this what you meant to do? Your players blood made to be shed. But your king and queen still stand, Your knights, and towers too... Your bishops I slaughtered with the rest. This war, this game is though! I've still got all my pieces. You're putty in my hand. Be prepared as I slice your legs off... And take what is my land. Sure you have a plan. I can see it in your eyes. But I know what it is... And it'll feed you to your demise. So, come on move that piece. Take my noble bait, Let this game be over... Let winning be my fate
©Odd
Chess • Opuss № I