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Civilized Games

Summary: just a fast question... do you like play chess?

Words: 1.630, almost.

Text made for the Stan Twins Celebration Month, idea from @thestanbros (week number two: BIRTHDAY).

WARNING: This story in its beginning may not seem about the Stan twins, but this requires understanding the metaphorical language (and the bizarre, strange and referential language) that has content. It is not for being pretentious, but it will make you think a little. Also, this story plays and changes a little the prompt for this week. You’ll know of what I’m talking about later.. Enjoy.

Two people were heading to a table: a chair for each. On the table was nothing more than chess boards, which were sixteen wide and nine long. The two armies looked at each other: one pink, the other yellow. These were ready to kill the opponent, and give the ultimate victory to their owners. The leader of the yellow was a class lord: Victorian outfit, monocle included. His opponent was a woman in a white dress, who took the pink figures. Neither spoke. They looked at each other, and continued without speaking. The woman put her arm on a pawn, and moved it just one square. "I suppose you are very insecure about moving, right?" The man moved a pawn in two positions. The woman did not speak, until she moved her first pawn again, one step again. "You know perfectly well what this game implies, and who will care about the result." "And what if they never find out?" “You have always been like this: you obscure everyone you met” The woman moved to keep her king intact, and the other wanted to attack, to go straight for the head. “. And you always think that everything can be false, unless it is in your favor. You are purely egocentric.” The man silently glared at the woman, not knowing how to contradict what she had just said. They kept playing, and so it got slower and more boring. After the initial phase, movements became more thoughtful: winning was everything. Losing was far worse than a simple endgame. "So if one of us wins, he can do whatever he wants." "I'll get you to do a handstand for an hour." "You know the rules perfectly, and who set them." The man stopped after moving his horse, and the woman approached with confidence. "Let's get serious: I'm not going to allow you to win." "Do you want to move, please?" The man wanted to get down to business in that game, because winning was too important. “Well: do you want to know?: Of course I know the rules.” Then, the woman moved, but the man made his horse eat her tower, which caused the woman to take a little finger near her teeth to bite her. She did it gently.

The man noticed it thanks to his insight. "You are nervous, right?" The woman quickly looked up, and that caused a good feeling of victory in the man, but he was able to disguise it with a completely serious and unreserved face: he was catching her. Mind games, convince her about her flaws, and make her believe; sow the seed of doubt so that he can control her. "What do you mean?" "Look at the board." The woman did, and realized that the man was close enough to check, and to eat the queen. That would mean she would be in trouble. “I already know what I am going to want when I win: to see you decay in fear. Doesn't that seem like a good request?” The woman felt a drop of sweat crown her forehead. The man toyed with her mustache as she felt victorious. “It would start with a simple terror. I don't know why, but it would be easy. Then... and sooner rather than later, if I am to be honest, it will consume you from the inside out, until you are... an empty shell. Like this… ” The man did not finish of speaking, when the woman said: “crown me”. The man did not understand, until he looked down to see that a pawn, the same one with which the woman had started the game, had reached the other end of the board. “And what does that even...?” The woman interrupted him, finally removing her little finger from the mouth: “In chess, there’s a rule called coronation; and it is applied when a pawn reaches the other end of the board. And so, you can turn it any other piece. And I want a new horsey.” The woman had recovered her calm, and she looked remarkably determined. He snapped mockingly.

The man did not refute that rule: he remembers it perfectly.

There began the decline of the man during the rest of the game: she moved during his speech taking advantage of the fact that it was an oversight. He kept going and going, promising himself he was going to win. But, the problem is that the woman had already gained him an immense advantage. No matter how hard he tried, she always ate his pieces, and made sure to keep him in line with her king. She always had her pawns reach the other end and they had to be crowned - plus, there was an insidious bishop who couldn't corner, and she was going around the entire board-. But, by grace, luck, or carelessness, her king was careless. "You forgot something, my dear" The man had long since despaired, and he was noted by the angry expression. The woman looked at him, putting her little finger in her mouth as she had done before. “: a king above all has to have eyes on his back! Check.” The man put a horse dangerously close to the pink king. He was clearly saying to her: "retire now, if not...” “And I say the same: checkmate.”

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That was the final thing that made the man almost lose his nerves. "But what...?!" Upon seeing it, the man regretted the check almost immediately: that woman had put his precious yellow king in a slaughterhouse by cornering him with queens and a single pawn. He was basically in the greatest doom, finally being sealed by a bishop. The woman finished the game, causing the bishop to go after the king, causing him to fall to the ground. "How…?" The woman took a few seconds to assimilate her victory, and stepped all the pieces back in measure, while the man brought his right hand to his face and squeezed. "Let me answer that question with another question: do you know what the golden rectangle is?" To be honest, the man did not know. There came an explanation with quite a bit of mathematical poise: that rectangle was, simply, a visual representation of equal proportions, even with smaller rectangles for logarithmic use. “For example: this board is a perfect golden rectangle, and can create other rectangles to infinity. Look.” The woman took out a marker and began to make lines, and so she created those figures until it was almost impossible to do more. “It serves to make infinite sequences of numbers, as well as everything that has to do with the subject. However...” The woman paused dramatically, and took the bishop with which she had won and put it in its original position.

“There is more about it. For example, the golden spiral. These two themes complement each other. All this is considered divine, and the spiral ” The woman made the bishop move, making movements that made a rather pyramidal spiral. The man saw that with horror, but in turn, trying to guess what her sentence would be for having lost miserably. “It is not less: it is found in some galaxies, clouds, in some animals, in almost everything you want, basically. So” The woman said this with complete certainty, and already seemed to be very professional: she raised her voice to be heard more than by the man… maybe she wanted to be heard by something bigger than her, or him. “, everything you do or try to do will be like the rectangle, the spiral. All your intentions will end like this chess game: an infinite loose. And acknowledging your sins will be the only way to end your evil. It's a good request... don't you think so?”

During that explanation and sentence, the man had become angry. He was blinded, completely drowned by anger and hatred. He couldn't believe it... that... that!... “You... filthy lizard ...” The woman looked at the man, completely calm even when this guy looked completely insane. “I'm gonna kill you, you bitch!”

The man jumped at her: oh, of course he was ready to kill her. He was going to suffocate her with his bare hands, he didn't care: he could. He can, of course he can!... but she was missing. In a daze, she disappeared.

No... damn it, no... how is that possible? “No... no, no, no, no...” The man raised his right hand to his face. He scratched and was mistreating his face by making him bleed. He made it so strong, with the combination of defeat, resignation and anger that he made his monocle begin to crack.

“Oh my God! Filbrick!” The man stands up in a second from his seat, tossing the newspaper aside when he heard his wife screaming. The man went to his room, and his pregnant wife was screaming in pain. He saw her, with fear and disgust, that Caryn was... –Filbrick, is coming… -

The husband helped his wife down the stairs. They crossed by the pawn shop. The night before, they played a very quick game of chess: the black king was defeated by a white bishop.

On that day, not only was the birth of two souls was celebrated. That day, every year, not only was their birthday celebrated. Also, that day represented the first nail placed in the grave of a very, very distant being. The loser's fate was sealed forever, by a civilized game.

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