I am remarkably bad at chess. Like, I literally play a game called “Really Bad Chess” on Puzzmo and am somehow incredibly bad even at chess I’m supposed to be so bad I’m good at.
I restarted a lot and still lost in 34 moves. It’s pretty embarrassing, y’all.
In my defense, when I played chess with my siblings on our set growing up, we took the “art of war” quite literally.
General Chaplin remembers every soldier he sent to the front.
I more or less know the rules now, but in my heart, chess is still a full-contact sport:
If you’re wondering what historical event is being captured by this chess set, the answer is . . . I have no idea. The narrative is muddled at best, but I do love the towering queens.
Have a great Sunday, Avocado! May you . . . castle all your . . . rooks? Look, I told you I’m bad at this!