Chapter Fifty-Eight - Knight Takes Moon
Chapter Fifty-Eight - Knight Takes Moon
"People still play chess? That game's ancient! Why would anyone still want to play that?"
--Live Streamer MonMonMan, 2034
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The hours were crawling by, and if the fate of the entre world wasn't at stake, and if I wasn't making points hand over fist, I might have fucked off already to do something more entertaining.
As it was, Gros Baton and I were in our sixth game of chess. The kid had bought a holographic chess set for like, three points or something.
It hovered between us, the board currently a bit of a mess as our pieces were locked trying to contest the middle. He was winning, of course, but if he made about... six major mistakes in a row, there was a tiny chance that I'd make it through.
His pieces looked like tiny mediaeval people. His knights looked like knights and his bishops like bishops. His pawns were teeny-tiny napoleonic soldiers with itty-bitty muskets.
"Pawn to E5," he said, and one of his lil soldiers struck one of my knights with the fun end of his bayonet.