The game is eternal.
You move one piece and then I move another and—
Really?
Is that all that chess is?
Back and forth, back and forth, flirtations made by both sides?
It doesn't end until checkmate.
When is that going to happen?
So check check check check check…
Where did the mate go?
I want to crush you.
Feel the burn.
That's what hell feels like.
You need to learn.
You need to feel the flame, feel yourself dissolve as it overtakes you—
I'm sorry.
Am I scaring you?
Well, get used to it.
(i'm not a good person)
