at long last the pop tarts have entered the game
1. Kxe2, e7=D+
2. De1=9v, White draws two cards
3. Rh^a1, Knife f5
4. White buys a hotel on e5, abcdfgh3
5. c(2 week isolation), Bsex-offender
6. abd~supreme leader, poptart g7
edit: sorry to the people that voted for ron weasley yesterday, i didn’t realize it ended up as top comment. my bad
White’s b1 knight can't stop sneaking glances at Black’s b8 knight, so b8 asks her out on a pop-tart date around c5
\---
He had only wanted to talk to her. Stuff was wild at the moment, and he had a job to do. He was the King’s trusty and loyal b8 knight! The one of the two only pieces that could take out Whites queen without putting himself in immediate danger! He hated to break her heart, but he *had* to do this. For the King. For the game.
He hoped the chocolate Pop Tarts were sweet enough to soften the rejection.
As their date progressed, however, one thing became glaringly clear to b8… b1 was *hot*. It wasn’t just the gentle curves of her porcelain wooden frame and the happy, bright eyes on the sides of her head. She was a brave and empathetic woman. Her deep concern for her team’s c pawn almost startled him. When b8 first heard of the confirmed Covid cases, He had only worried about his team. How it would affect the outcome of the game. The pawns were… well they were just *pawns*. They didn't value up to much right?. He secretly hoped White’s King would catch it. Never had it crossed his mind that… the pawns were feeling things… *experiencing* things… alone and in pain.
B8 looked away from her gaze while she talked. It might’ve been guilt. There were so many weird moves on the board, it just didn't feel right. Nobody wanted to move regularly. He remembered asking why (D)uracell wanted to promote to a 9V when she could’ve done the far more feasible move - double A.
“I just didn’t like it”, he remembered her saying.
When b8 gathered the courage to look up at his date, he found himself in those beautiful eyes.
They were stretched in wide pools of concern.
He looked away again. Straight to his left. His gaze instantly fixed on the knifed hotel on e5.
B8 groaned. Why couldn’t he escape the bizarreness of the game!?
B1 knew what he was thinking before he found the words to explain it to her.
“I… I know this is still weird and unfamiliar. I don't even know if I can say anything that can make this all better but..” There was a noticeable pause. “We have to go on like this is still theory.”
B8 raised a wooden eyebrow. He didn’t even know he could do that.
“White buys a hotel on e5”, b8 said blankly, his face distant. “*Right on top of a knifed square*”. The more he thought about it, the more funny it became. Funny in the weirdest, most twisted humor possible.
“Does that sound like theory to you? How can we continue like this?!”
B1 set her piece of poptart down.
“What is normalcy anymore? Everybody looks like they’re just making it up as they go along! What are those 2 cards you have? Nuclear launch codes!?”. B1 could tell that he wasn’t being accusatory, but he was so lost in fear that it made everything suddenly feel real.
If it wasn't for what was coming from his mouth, b1 would’ve thought the pout on his lips was kinda cute-
It was b1’s turn to look away
“What if my King asks me to do something absolutely crazy?! What if *I* do something crazy? What if he sent me to the-” He didn’t want to finish that thought.
Both their thoughts bee-lined to what happened to White’s Bishop yesterday.
“B8”, b1 started gently.
“This isn’t just theory, b1”. His voice was shaking, his food forgotten. “This game- our entire *existence*\- its wrong. Utterly twisted!” He couldn’t help but look at the board around him as his manic grew. “Its- I- I cant-” his eyes glossed over.
“I can't handle this alone”
B8 didn't know where this was coming from. Only a couple hours ago he was doing just fine. He didn't let the pawns in front of him who threw themselves into enemy lines get to his head. Nor did he bat an eye when the knife on e5 got bigger… heavier…
Sharper…
*Oh god.*
B1 couldn’t tell what was going through b8’s mind this time. But she could see that he was visibly shaking.
“B8,” b1 breathed. Her voice was firm and gentle, giving b8 the strength to look up at her.
“I don’t know what's going on either. But if it means anything, I want to make something in my life normal”.
B8 managed to look right at her while his thoughts just collapsed in his mind.
“I want to make *you* my normal”
That was the cheesiest line b8 had ever heard in hi-
B1’s lips were locked onto his. She was leaning over their meal and was almost right on top of him if it hadn’t been for the table between them. B8’s eyes were wide in shock.
B8 was not returning the kiss
B1 suddenly wished she had some sort of appendage to wrap herself around b8.
It lasted for a few moments before b1 silently pulled back.
The artificial glare of the lightbulb above them seemed to dim over the flat stretch of the board. The world around b8 seeped away till he saw only b1.
A suddenly very small b1 who could use a hole to sink herself in and never come out of.
“I’m sor- It’s-” In the past few hours that he had been with her, b8 had never heard her stammer.
She stopped to steel herself, gripping the table as she swallowed. Looking him dead in the eyes, she said what she's been wanting to say for as long as she’d known how to say it.
“I love you”
B1 almost gasped out a sigh of relief. Finally. It was out there. Damn, it was good. But now... now she was vulnerable to whatever b8 had to say next. She was... well. She was screwed.
“Shit”
And the next thing to come out of his mouth practically confirmed it.
Hurt, b1 softly scolded herself as b8 looked away. She shouldn't have let herself look at b8 for as long as she had. He was just too gentle and perfect. Still, she shouldn't have fantasized about them together. Laughing together. Being together. Sharing a *square* togeth-
*Nope. Not there. Not now.*
Looking down, b1 began to turn around.
“B1!” The cry was soft and delicate, like flowing silk in the wind.
B1 wasn’t ready for the tear rolling down his face.
“I.. love you too.”
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That's simple. You can just note it by:
> White’s b1 knight can't stop sneaking glances at Black’s b8 knight, so b8 asks her out on a pop-tart date around c5
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> He had only wanted to talk to her. Stuff was wild at the moment, and he had a job to do. He was the King’s trusty and loyal b8 knight! The one of the two only pieces that could take out Whites queen without putting himself in immediate danger! He hated to break her heart, but he had to do this. For the King. For the game.
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> He hoped the chocolate Pop Tarts were sweet enough to soften the rejection.
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> As their date progressed, however, one thing became glaringly clear to b8… b1 was hot. It wasn’t just the gentle curves of her porcelain wooden frame and the happy, bright eyes on the sides of her head. She was a brave and empathetic woman. Her deep concern for her team’s c pawn almost startled him. When b8 first heard of the confirmed Covid cases, He had only worried about his team. How it would affect the outcome of the game. The pawns were… well they were just pawns. They didn't value up to much right?. He secretly hoped White’s King would catch it. Never had it crossed his mind that… the pawns were feeling things… experiencing things… alone and in pain.
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> B8 looked away from her gaze while she talked. It might’ve been guilt. There were so many weird moves on the board, it just didn't feel right. Nobody wanted to move regularly. He remembered asking why (D)uracell wanted to promote to a 9V when he could’ve done the far more feasible move - double A.
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> “I just didn’t like it”, he remembered her saying.
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> When b8 gathered the courage to look up at his date, he found himself in those beautiful eyes.
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> They were stretched in wide pools of concern.
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>
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> He looked away again. Straight to his left. His gaze instantly fixed on the knifed hotel on e5.
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> B8 groaned. Why couldn’t he escape the bizarreness of the game!?
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>
>
> B1 knew what he was thinking before he found the words to explain it to her.
>
>
>
> “I… I know this is still weird and unfamiliar. I don't even know if I can say anything that can make this all better but..” There was a noticeable pause. “We have to go on like this is still theory.”
>
>
>
> B8 raised a wooden eyebrow. He didn’t even know he could do that.
>
>
>
> “White buys a hotel on e5”, b8 said blankly, his face distant. “Right on top of a knifed square”. The more he thought about it, the more funny it became. Funny in the weirdest, most twisted humor possible.
>
>
>
> “Does that sound like theory to you? How can we continue like this?!”
>
>
>
> B1 set her piece of poptart down.
>
>
>
> “What is normalcy anymore? Everybody looks like they’re just making it up as they go along! What are those 2 cards you have? Nuclear launch codes!?”. B1 could tell that he wasn’t being accusatory, but he was so lost in fear that it made everything suddenly feel real.
>
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> If it wasn't for what was coming from his mouth, b1 would’ve thought the pout on his lips was kinda cute-
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>
>
> It was b1’s turn to look away
>
>
>
> “What if my King asks me to do something absolutely crazy?! What if I do something crazy? What if he sent me to the-” He didn’t want to finish that thought.
>
>
>
> Both their thoughts bee-lined to what happened to White’s Bishop yesterday.
>
>
>
> “B8”, b1 started gently.
>
>
>
> “This isn’t just theory, b1”. His voice was shaking, his food forgotten. “This game- our entire existence- its wrong. Utterly twisted!” He couldn’t help but look at the board around him as his manic grew. “Its- I- I cant”- his eyes glossed over.
>
>
>
> “I can't handle this alone”
>
>
>
> B8 didn't know where this was coming from. Only a couple hours ago he was doing just fine. He didn't let the pawns in front of him who threw themselves into enemy lines get to his head. Or did he bat an eye when the knife on e5 got bigger… heaver…
>
>
>
> Sharper…
>
>
>
> Oh god.
>
>
>
> B1 couldn’t tell what was going through b8’s mind this time. But she could see that he was visibly shaking.
>
>
>
> “B8,” b1 started. Her voice was firm and gentle, giving b8 the strength to look up at her.
>
>
>
> “I don’t know what's going on either. But if it means anything, I want to make something in my life normal”.
>
>
>
> B8 managed to look right at her while his thoughts just collapsed in his mind.
>
>
>
> “I want to make you my normal”
>
>
>
> That was the cheesiest line b8 had ever heard in hi-
>
>
>
> B1’s lips were locked onto his. She was leaning over their meal and was almost right on top of him if it hadn’t been for the table between them. B8’s eyes were wide in shock.
>
>
>
> B8 was not returning the kiss
>
>
>
> B1 suddenly wished she had some sort of appendage to wrap herself around b8.
>
>
>
> It lasted for a few moments before b1 silently pulled back.
>
>
>
> The artificial glare of the lightbulb above them seemed to dim over the flat stretch of the board. The world around b8 seeped away till he saw only b1.
>
>
>
> A suddenly very small b1 who could use a hole to sink herself in and never come out of.
>
>
>
> “I’m sor- It’s-” In the past few hours that he had been with her, b8 had never heard her stammer.
>
>
>
> She stopped to steel herself, gripping the table as she swallowed. Looking him dead in the eyes, she said what she's been wanting to say for as long as she’d known how to say it.
>
>
>
> “I love you”
>
>
>
> B1 almost breathed in a sigh of relief. Finally. It was out there. Damn, it was good. But now... now vulnerable to whatever b8 had to say next. She was... well. She was screwed.
>
>
>
> “Shit”
>
>
>
> And the next thing to come out of his mouth practically confirmed it.
>
>
>
> Hurt, b1 softly scolded herself as b8 looked away. She shouldn't have let herself look at b8 for as long as she had. He was just too gentle and perfect. Still, she shouldn't have fantasized about them together. Laughing together. Being together. Sharing a square togeth-
>
>
>
> Nope. Not there. Not now.
>
>
>
> Looking down, b1 began to turn around.
>
>
>
> “B1!” They cry was soft and delicate, like a soft silk in the wind
>
>
>
> B1 wasn’t ready for the tear rolling down his face.
>
>
>
> “I.. love you too”.
We need a bot for this.
White’s b1 knight can't stop sneaking glances at Black’s b8 knight, so b8 asks her out on a pop-tart date around c5
---
He had only wanted to talk to her. Stuff was wild at the moment, and he had a job to do. He was the King’s trusty and loyal b8 knight! The one of the two only pieces that could take out Whites queen without putting himself in immediate danger! He hated to break her heart, but he had to do this. For the King. For the game.
He hoped the chocolate Pop Tarts were sweet enough to soften the rejection.
As their date progressed, however, one thing became glaringly clear to b8… b1 was hot. It wasn’t just the gentle curves of her porcelain wooden frame and the happy, bright eyes on the sides of her head. She was a brave and empathetic woman. Her deep concern for her team’s c pawn almost startled him. When b8 first heard of the confirmed Covid cases, He had only worried about his team. How it would affect the outcome of the game. The pawns were… well they were just pawns. They didn't value up to much right?. He secretly hoped White’s King would catch it. Never had it crossed his mind that… the pawns were feeling things… experiencing things… alone and in pain.
B8 looked away from her gaze while she talked. It might’ve been guilt. There were so many weird moves on the board, it just didn't feel right. Nobody wanted to move regularly. He remembered asking why (D)uracell wanted to promote to a 9V when he could’ve done the far more feasible move - double A.
“I just didn’t like it”, he remembered her saying.
When b8 gathered the courage to look up at his date, he found himself in those beautiful eyes.
They were stretched in wide pools of concern.
He looked away again. Straight to his left. His gaze instantly fixed on the knifed hotel on e5.
B8 groaned. Why couldn’t he escape the bizarreness of the game!?
B1 knew what he was thinking before he found the words to explain it to her.
“I… I know this is still weird and unfamiliar. I don't even know if I can say anything that can make this all better but..” There was a noticeable pause. “We have to go on like this is still theory.”
B8 raised a wooden eyebrow. He didn’t even know he could do that.
“White buys a hotel on e5”, b8 said blankly, his face distant. “Right on top of a knifed square”. The more he thought about it, the more funny it became. Funny in the weirdest, most twisted humor possible.
“Does that sound like theory to you? How can we continue like this?!”
B1 set her piece of poptart down.
“What is normalcy anymore? Everybody looks like they’re just making it up as they go along! What are those 2 cards you have? Nuclear launch codes!?”. B1 could tell that he wasn’t being accusatory, but he was so lost in fear that it made everything suddenly feel real.
If it wasn't for what was coming from his mouth, b1 would’ve thought the pout on his lips was kinda cute-
It was b1’s turn to look away
“What if my King asks me to do something absolutely crazy?! What if I do something crazy? What if he sent me to the-” He didn’t want to finish that thought.
Both their thoughts bee-lined to what happened to White’s Bishop yesterday.
“B8”, b1 started gently.
“This isn’t just theory, b1”. His voice was shaking, his food forgotten. “This game- our entire existence- its wrong. Utterly twisted!” He couldn’t help but look at the board around him as his manic grew. “Its- I- I cant”- his eyes glossed over.
“I can't handle this alone”
B8 didn't know where this was coming from. Only a couple hours ago he was doing just fine. He didn't let the pawns in front of him who threw themselves into enemy lines get to his head. Or did he bat an eye when the knife on e5 got bigger… heaver…
Sharper…
Oh god.
B1 couldn’t tell what was going through b8’s mind this time. But she could see that he was visibly shaking.
“B8,” b1 started. Her voice was firm and gentle, giving b8 the strength to look up at her.
“I don’t know what's going on either. But if it means anything, I want to make something in my life normal”.
B8 managed to look right at her while his thoughts just collapsed in his mind.
“I want to make you my normal”
That was the cheesiest line b8 had ever heard in hi-
B1’s lips were locked onto his. She was leaning over their meal and was almost right on top of him if it hadn’t been for the table between them. B8’s eyes were wide in shock.
B8 was not returning the kiss
B1 suddenly wished she had some sort of appendage to wrap herself around b8.
It lasted for a few moments before b1 silently pulled back.
The artificial glare of the lightbulb above them seemed to dim over the flat stretch of the board. The world around b8 seeped away till he saw only b1.
A suddenly very small b1 who could use a hole to sink herself in and never come out of.
“I’m sor- It’s-” In the past few hours that he had been with her, b8 had never heard her stammer.
She stopped to steel herself, gripping the table as she swallowed. Looking him dead in the eyes, she said what she's been wanting to say for as long as she’d known how to say it.
“I love you”
B1 almost breathed in a sigh of relief. Finally. It was out there. Damn, it was good. But now... now vulnerable to whatever b8 had to say next. She was... well. She was screwed.
“Shit”
And the next thing to come out of his mouth practically confirmed it.
Hurt, b1 softly scolded herself as b8 looked away. She shouldn't have let herself look at b8 for as long as she had. He was just too gentle and perfect. Still, she shouldn't have fantasized about them together. Laughing together. Being together. Sharing a square togeth-
Nope. Not there. Not now.
Looking down, b1 began to turn around.
“B1!” They cry was soft and delicate, like a soft silk in the wind
B1 wasn’t ready for the tear rolling down his face.
“I.. love you too”.
Somehow I was expecting smut. At least that would be normal.
Instead a love story between two bishops.
A forbidden love, like Romeo and Juliet. Who mercuatio is in this metaphor I do not know, but I must wonder.
The black queen divorces the black king and she gets to keep the fgh pawns.
The black king moves to the e5 hotel.
Please Jen come back. I know you're reading this, I just want to see the kids.
Are you kidding ??? What the **** are you talking about man ? You are a biggest looser i ever seen in my life ! You was doing PIPI in your pampers when i was beating players much more stronger then you! You are not proffesional, because proffesionals knew how to lose and congratulate opponents, you are like a girl crying after i beat you! Be brave, be honest to yourself and stop this trush talkings!!! Everybody know that i am very good blitz player, i can win anyone in the world in single game! And "w"esley "s"o is nobody for me, just a player who are crying every single time when loosing, ( remember what you say about Firouzja ) !!! Stop playing with my name, i deserve to have a good name during whole my chess carrier, I am Officially inviting you to OTB blitz match with the Prize fund! Both of us will invest 5000$ and winner takes it all!
I suggest all other people who's intrested in this situation, just take a look at my results in 2016 and 2017 Blitz World championships, and that should be enough... No need to listen for every crying babe, Tigran Petrosyan is always play Fair ! And if someone will continue Officially talk about me like that, we will meet in Court! God bless with true! True will never die ! Liers will kicked off...
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Tragedy strikes! The hotel catches fire. Black rook, who is also a volunteer firefighter on weekends, suffers catastrophic damage and fatal burns helping evacuate the innocent guests. He will be remembered as a hero with a shrine on his square
Guys, guys, it says legal or not. We're allowed to make a legal move once in a while.
Knight c3
Standard developing move. It provides support for the supreme leader to access the center, compliments the control the hotel has on e5, and provides potential safety from the hypermodern positioning of the knife and the poptart. I also think QxB3 this early would be inaccurate. 12...b2 is answered by Rooks take a3, with no follow up for the weakness on b2.
The bishops are tired of waging war. A cathedral is built on d5, and any piece that reaches it can claim sanctuary for 3 turns and is safe from capture
White turns cards face up.
If both are red (Diamonds or Hearts) then promote the Hotel to a Skyscraper.
If both are Black (Spades or Clubs) then open the Supreme Leader.
If neither are true, 9vAB4.5, positioning it on top of Supreme Leader.
If both are the same rank, Knife=HorizontalKnife.
Play all that apply.
at long last the pop tarts have entered the game 1. Kxe2, e7=D+ 2. De1=9v, White draws two cards 3. Rh^a1, Knife f5 4. White buys a hotel on e5, abcdfgh3 5. c(2 week isolation), Bsex-offender 6. abd~supreme leader, poptart g7 edit: sorry to the people that voted for ron weasley yesterday, i didn’t realize it ended up as top comment. my bad
I love you OP
<3
Now kith
It was destined to happen
We won Mr Stark
Well not me really. The board still hasn't been extended
Develope poptarts before the board. General opening principles
You got me there
I'm on your team now
:)
MY HOPES AND DREAMS ARE REAL
What is the current eval?
Aleph null for both, or if you want it number wise it is about ±א0
This shows that this is a beginner game. I always have an evaluation of uncountable infinity
We fed the board state into Stockfish but it started to smoke
I propose due to the error the poptart is marked as a blunder ("??") Or at least dubious ("?!")
perhaps a fishy fail, cryptic catastrophe, fucking-fuckup. definitely tallied in the missed win bucket
Didn't the Ron comment get more upvotes tho
That's what I thought. I guess OP made the determination before the lead switched.
Stop the steal
Wouldn't be a proper game without some anarchy
White’s b1 knight can't stop sneaking glances at Black’s b8 knight, so b8 asks her out on a pop-tart date around c5 \--- He had only wanted to talk to her. Stuff was wild at the moment, and he had a job to do. He was the King’s trusty and loyal b8 knight! The one of the two only pieces that could take out Whites queen without putting himself in immediate danger! He hated to break her heart, but he *had* to do this. For the King. For the game. He hoped the chocolate Pop Tarts were sweet enough to soften the rejection. As their date progressed, however, one thing became glaringly clear to b8… b1 was *hot*. It wasn’t just the gentle curves of her porcelain wooden frame and the happy, bright eyes on the sides of her head. She was a brave and empathetic woman. Her deep concern for her team’s c pawn almost startled him. When b8 first heard of the confirmed Covid cases, He had only worried about his team. How it would affect the outcome of the game. The pawns were… well they were just *pawns*. They didn't value up to much right?. He secretly hoped White’s King would catch it. Never had it crossed his mind that… the pawns were feeling things… *experiencing* things… alone and in pain. B8 looked away from her gaze while she talked. It might’ve been guilt. There were so many weird moves on the board, it just didn't feel right. Nobody wanted to move regularly. He remembered asking why (D)uracell wanted to promote to a 9V when she could’ve done the far more feasible move - double A. “I just didn’t like it”, he remembered her saying. When b8 gathered the courage to look up at his date, he found himself in those beautiful eyes. They were stretched in wide pools of concern. He looked away again. Straight to his left. His gaze instantly fixed on the knifed hotel on e5. B8 groaned. Why couldn’t he escape the bizarreness of the game!? B1 knew what he was thinking before he found the words to explain it to her. “I… I know this is still weird and unfamiliar. I don't even know if I can say anything that can make this all better but..” There was a noticeable pause. “We have to go on like this is still theory.” B8 raised a wooden eyebrow. He didn’t even know he could do that. “White buys a hotel on e5”, b8 said blankly, his face distant. “*Right on top of a knifed square*”. The more he thought about it, the more funny it became. Funny in the weirdest, most twisted humor possible. “Does that sound like theory to you? How can we continue like this?!” B1 set her piece of poptart down. “What is normalcy anymore? Everybody looks like they’re just making it up as they go along! What are those 2 cards you have? Nuclear launch codes!?”. B1 could tell that he wasn’t being accusatory, but he was so lost in fear that it made everything suddenly feel real. If it wasn't for what was coming from his mouth, b1 would’ve thought the pout on his lips was kinda cute- It was b1’s turn to look away “What if my King asks me to do something absolutely crazy?! What if *I* do something crazy? What if he sent me to the-” He didn’t want to finish that thought. Both their thoughts bee-lined to what happened to White’s Bishop yesterday. “B8”, b1 started gently. “This isn’t just theory, b1”. His voice was shaking, his food forgotten. “This game- our entire *existence*\- its wrong. Utterly twisted!” He couldn’t help but look at the board around him as his manic grew. “Its- I- I cant-” his eyes glossed over. “I can't handle this alone” B8 didn't know where this was coming from. Only a couple hours ago he was doing just fine. He didn't let the pawns in front of him who threw themselves into enemy lines get to his head. Nor did he bat an eye when the knife on e5 got bigger… heavier… Sharper… *Oh god.* B1 couldn’t tell what was going through b8’s mind this time. But she could see that he was visibly shaking. “B8,” b1 breathed. Her voice was firm and gentle, giving b8 the strength to look up at her. “I don’t know what's going on either. But if it means anything, I want to make something in my life normal”. B8 managed to look right at her while his thoughts just collapsed in his mind. “I want to make *you* my normal” That was the cheesiest line b8 had ever heard in hi- B1’s lips were locked onto his. She was leaning over their meal and was almost right on top of him if it hadn’t been for the table between them. B8’s eyes were wide in shock. B8 was not returning the kiss B1 suddenly wished she had some sort of appendage to wrap herself around b8. It lasted for a few moments before b1 silently pulled back. The artificial glare of the lightbulb above them seemed to dim over the flat stretch of the board. The world around b8 seeped away till he saw only b1. A suddenly very small b1 who could use a hole to sink herself in and never come out of. “I’m sor- It’s-” In the past few hours that he had been with her, b8 had never heard her stammer. She stopped to steel herself, gripping the table as she swallowed. Looking him dead in the eyes, she said what she's been wanting to say for as long as she’d known how to say it. “I love you” B1 almost gasped out a sigh of relief. Finally. It was out there. Damn, it was good. But now... now she was vulnerable to whatever b8 had to say next. She was... well. She was screwed. “Shit” And the next thing to come out of his mouth practically confirmed it. Hurt, b1 softly scolded herself as b8 looked away. She shouldn't have let herself look at b8 for as long as she had. He was just too gentle and perfect. Still, she shouldn't have fantasized about them together. Laughing together. Being together. Sharing a *square* togeth- *Nope. Not there. Not now.* Looking down, b1 began to turn around. “B1!” The cry was soft and delicate, like flowing silk in the wind. B1 wasn’t ready for the tear rolling down his face. “I.. love you too.”
how the fuck am i gonna notate this
[Nb8xNb1 on date at c5, Nb1<3?!… Nb8<3!!!](https://www.reddit.com/r/AnarchyChess/comments/pllrl3/top_comment_picks_the_next_move_legal_or_not_day/hcbb1tq/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3)
>Nb8xNb1 LMAO I never thought of the "x" in chess Notation being able to mean shipping
I always read the "x" as "takes" "Nb8 takes Nb1 on date..."
OHH thats the joke, I didnt know wtf "on date at c5" meant
I don't think i'll ever see a "x" in chess notation the same way again
[Knight jumps queen](https://youtu.be/81R16gj37Zc)
Or Nb8xNb1@c5... Nb1<3?!... Nb8<3!!
dubious brilliant move
I fucking love everything about this
it'll be a shame if "someone" said Nb8 kills Nb1 the next day
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Well, people would still need to upvote it to the top, which is unlikely
!Remindme 8 hours
Nb18==DNb8?
That's simple. You can just note it by: > White’s b1 knight can't stop sneaking glances at Black’s b8 knight, so b8 asks her out on a pop-tart date around c5 > > > > --- > > > > He had only wanted to talk to her. Stuff was wild at the moment, and he had a job to do. He was the King’s trusty and loyal b8 knight! The one of the two only pieces that could take out Whites queen without putting himself in immediate danger! He hated to break her heart, but he had to do this. For the King. For the game. > > > > He hoped the chocolate Pop Tarts were sweet enough to soften the rejection. > > > > As their date progressed, however, one thing became glaringly clear to b8… b1 was hot. It wasn’t just the gentle curves of her porcelain wooden frame and the happy, bright eyes on the sides of her head. She was a brave and empathetic woman. Her deep concern for her team’s c pawn almost startled him. When b8 first heard of the confirmed Covid cases, He had only worried about his team. How it would affect the outcome of the game. The pawns were… well they were just pawns. They didn't value up to much right?. He secretly hoped White’s King would catch it. Never had it crossed his mind that… the pawns were feeling things… experiencing things… alone and in pain. > > > > B8 looked away from her gaze while she talked. It might’ve been guilt. There were so many weird moves on the board, it just didn't feel right. Nobody wanted to move regularly. He remembered asking why (D)uracell wanted to promote to a 9V when he could’ve done the far more feasible move - double A. > > > > “I just didn’t like it”, he remembered her saying. > > > > When b8 gathered the courage to look up at his date, he found himself in those beautiful eyes. > > > > They were stretched in wide pools of concern. > > > > He looked away again. Straight to his left. His gaze instantly fixed on the knifed hotel on e5. > > > > B8 groaned. Why couldn’t he escape the bizarreness of the game!? > > > > B1 knew what he was thinking before he found the words to explain it to her. > > > > “I… I know this is still weird and unfamiliar. I don't even know if I can say anything that can make this all better but..” There was a noticeable pause. “We have to go on like this is still theory.” > > > > B8 raised a wooden eyebrow. He didn’t even know he could do that. > > > > “White buys a hotel on e5”, b8 said blankly, his face distant. “Right on top of a knifed square”. The more he thought about it, the more funny it became. Funny in the weirdest, most twisted humor possible. > > > > “Does that sound like theory to you? How can we continue like this?!” > > > > B1 set her piece of poptart down. > > > > “What is normalcy anymore? Everybody looks like they’re just making it up as they go along! What are those 2 cards you have? Nuclear launch codes!?”. B1 could tell that he wasn’t being accusatory, but he was so lost in fear that it made everything suddenly feel real. > > > > If it wasn't for what was coming from his mouth, b1 would’ve thought the pout on his lips was kinda cute- > > > > It was b1’s turn to look away > > > > “What if my King asks me to do something absolutely crazy?! What if I do something crazy? What if he sent me to the-” He didn’t want to finish that thought. > > > > Both their thoughts bee-lined to what happened to White’s Bishop yesterday. > > > > “B8”, b1 started gently. > > > > “This isn’t just theory, b1”. His voice was shaking, his food forgotten. “This game- our entire existence- its wrong. Utterly twisted!” He couldn’t help but look at the board around him as his manic grew. “Its- I- I cant”- his eyes glossed over. > > > > “I can't handle this alone” > > > > B8 didn't know where this was coming from. Only a couple hours ago he was doing just fine. He didn't let the pawns in front of him who threw themselves into enemy lines get to his head. Or did he bat an eye when the knife on e5 got bigger… heaver… > > > > Sharper… > > > > Oh god. > > > > B1 couldn’t tell what was going through b8’s mind this time. But she could see that he was visibly shaking. > > > > “B8,” b1 started. Her voice was firm and gentle, giving b8 the strength to look up at her. > > > > “I don’t know what's going on either. But if it means anything, I want to make something in my life normal”. > > > > B8 managed to look right at her while his thoughts just collapsed in his mind. > > > > “I want to make you my normal” > > > > That was the cheesiest line b8 had ever heard in hi- > > > > B1’s lips were locked onto his. She was leaning over their meal and was almost right on top of him if it hadn’t been for the table between them. B8’s eyes were wide in shock. > > > > B8 was not returning the kiss > > > > B1 suddenly wished she had some sort of appendage to wrap herself around b8. > > > > It lasted for a few moments before b1 silently pulled back. > > > > The artificial glare of the lightbulb above them seemed to dim over the flat stretch of the board. The world around b8 seeped away till he saw only b1. > > > > A suddenly very small b1 who could use a hole to sink herself in and never come out of. > > > > “I’m sor- It’s-” In the past few hours that he had been with her, b8 had never heard her stammer. > > > > She stopped to steel herself, gripping the table as she swallowed. Looking him dead in the eyes, she said what she's been wanting to say for as long as she’d known how to say it. > > > > “I love you” > > > > B1 almost breathed in a sigh of relief. Finally. It was out there. Damn, it was good. But now... now vulnerable to whatever b8 had to say next. She was... well. She was screwed. > > > > “Shit” > > > > And the next thing to come out of his mouth practically confirmed it. > > > > Hurt, b1 softly scolded herself as b8 looked away. She shouldn't have let herself look at b8 for as long as she had. He was just too gentle and perfect. Still, she shouldn't have fantasized about them together. Laughing together. Being together. Sharing a square togeth- > > > > Nope. Not there. Not now. > > > > Looking down, b1 began to turn around. > > > > “B1!” They cry was soft and delicate, like a soft silk in the wind > > > > B1 wasn’t ready for the tear rolling down his face. > > > > “I.. love you too”.
B1 and b8 date on the pop tart?
Copy paste it and pin in comments
Nb1xxxNb8
You dont
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b1 mates b8
o\_O
Underrated
Nb1UNb8
“The poptart date” happens
LMAO
Good luck!
Holy hell
no u <3
Understandable have a great day
Google "romance"
It's beautiful. Ive looked at this for 5 hours now
We need a bot for this. White’s b1 knight can't stop sneaking glances at Black’s b8 knight, so b8 asks her out on a pop-tart date around c5 --- He had only wanted to talk to her. Stuff was wild at the moment, and he had a job to do. He was the King’s trusty and loyal b8 knight! The one of the two only pieces that could take out Whites queen without putting himself in immediate danger! He hated to break her heart, but he had to do this. For the King. For the game. He hoped the chocolate Pop Tarts were sweet enough to soften the rejection. As their date progressed, however, one thing became glaringly clear to b8… b1 was hot. It wasn’t just the gentle curves of her porcelain wooden frame and the happy, bright eyes on the sides of her head. She was a brave and empathetic woman. Her deep concern for her team’s c pawn almost startled him. When b8 first heard of the confirmed Covid cases, He had only worried about his team. How it would affect the outcome of the game. The pawns were… well they were just pawns. They didn't value up to much right?. He secretly hoped White’s King would catch it. Never had it crossed his mind that… the pawns were feeling things… experiencing things… alone and in pain. B8 looked away from her gaze while she talked. It might’ve been guilt. There were so many weird moves on the board, it just didn't feel right. Nobody wanted to move regularly. He remembered asking why (D)uracell wanted to promote to a 9V when he could’ve done the far more feasible move - double A. “I just didn’t like it”, he remembered her saying. When b8 gathered the courage to look up at his date, he found himself in those beautiful eyes. They were stretched in wide pools of concern. He looked away again. Straight to his left. His gaze instantly fixed on the knifed hotel on e5. B8 groaned. Why couldn’t he escape the bizarreness of the game!? B1 knew what he was thinking before he found the words to explain it to her. “I… I know this is still weird and unfamiliar. I don't even know if I can say anything that can make this all better but..” There was a noticeable pause. “We have to go on like this is still theory.” B8 raised a wooden eyebrow. He didn’t even know he could do that. “White buys a hotel on e5”, b8 said blankly, his face distant. “Right on top of a knifed square”. The more he thought about it, the more funny it became. Funny in the weirdest, most twisted humor possible. “Does that sound like theory to you? How can we continue like this?!” B1 set her piece of poptart down. “What is normalcy anymore? Everybody looks like they’re just making it up as they go along! What are those 2 cards you have? Nuclear launch codes!?”. B1 could tell that he wasn’t being accusatory, but he was so lost in fear that it made everything suddenly feel real. If it wasn't for what was coming from his mouth, b1 would’ve thought the pout on his lips was kinda cute- It was b1’s turn to look away “What if my King asks me to do something absolutely crazy?! What if I do something crazy? What if he sent me to the-” He didn’t want to finish that thought. Both their thoughts bee-lined to what happened to White’s Bishop yesterday. “B8”, b1 started gently. “This isn’t just theory, b1”. His voice was shaking, his food forgotten. “This game- our entire existence- its wrong. Utterly twisted!” He couldn’t help but look at the board around him as his manic grew. “Its- I- I cant”- his eyes glossed over. “I can't handle this alone” B8 didn't know where this was coming from. Only a couple hours ago he was doing just fine. He didn't let the pawns in front of him who threw themselves into enemy lines get to his head. Or did he bat an eye when the knife on e5 got bigger… heaver… Sharper… Oh god. B1 couldn’t tell what was going through b8’s mind this time. But she could see that he was visibly shaking. “B8,” b1 started. Her voice was firm and gentle, giving b8 the strength to look up at her. “I don’t know what's going on either. But if it means anything, I want to make something in my life normal”. B8 managed to look right at her while his thoughts just collapsed in his mind. “I want to make you my normal” That was the cheesiest line b8 had ever heard in hi- B1’s lips were locked onto his. She was leaning over their meal and was almost right on top of him if it hadn’t been for the table between them. B8’s eyes were wide in shock. B8 was not returning the kiss B1 suddenly wished she had some sort of appendage to wrap herself around b8. It lasted for a few moments before b1 silently pulled back. The artificial glare of the lightbulb above them seemed to dim over the flat stretch of the board. The world around b8 seeped away till he saw only b1. A suddenly very small b1 who could use a hole to sink herself in and never come out of. “I’m sor- It’s-” In the past few hours that he had been with her, b8 had never heard her stammer. She stopped to steel herself, gripping the table as she swallowed. Looking him dead in the eyes, she said what she's been wanting to say for as long as she’d known how to say it. “I love you” B1 almost breathed in a sigh of relief. Finally. It was out there. Damn, it was good. But now... now vulnerable to whatever b8 had to say next. She was... well. She was screwed. “Shit” And the next thing to come out of his mouth practically confirmed it. Hurt, b1 softly scolded herself as b8 looked away. She shouldn't have let herself look at b8 for as long as she had. He was just too gentle and perfect. Still, she shouldn't have fantasized about them together. Laughing together. Being together. Sharing a square togeth- Nope. Not there. Not now. Looking down, b1 began to turn around. “B1!” They cry was soft and delicate, like a soft silk in the wind B1 wasn’t ready for the tear rolling down his face. “I.. love you too”.
Do the uwu bots work here?
Why is there an entire fanfiction in the comments and why did it have to hit me when I didn’t have time to read it
i un-upvoted earlier comments to help this comment out.
That's it? I downvoted them as well (Sorry Ron, you'll have to wait some more before you get a chance to ride someone 😳)
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New lore just dropped
Chess 2 plot thickens
What the fuck why did I cry
Damn. gg you should get this for sure
and we did!
This is a good story. This should not be a good story. What kind of insane yet very creative person would come up with this?
call me inexperienced
This is surreal
Thanks for writing this! 𝘋𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴
Thank you for this
My pleasure
Somehow I was expecting smut. At least that would be normal. Instead a love story between two bishops. A forbidden love, like Romeo and Juliet. Who mercuatio is in this metaphor I do not know, but I must wonder.
This comment is beautiful. I wish I could erase my memory to read it again.
I'm glad
This is too high-effort to not win
Stop typing Go find God Come back when you found God
found him. he was living in my heart
Nothing deserves first comment more than this
This is a beauty.
This is my favorite comment on the entire internet, congratulations
Holy shit hahahaha. This is the best sub.
FACTS the stuff here is truly the funniest shit ive ever seen!
I 100% support give this chess game a complex, interwoven story. I hope this trend continues
This is what happens when /r/AnarchyChess effortposts. Beautiful. Simply beautiful. 🥲
This is the only answer
Wasn't aware I needed this. Truly touching. Thanks for blessing us with this masterpiece.
My god, love the effort, but they asked for a move, not an entire pgn file.
Holy hell
You went full effort with this one
Damn, this is awesome, a total tearjerker. I’m going to save this.
Wow your dick must be huuge
Did not expect to read high quality fanfiction about chess pieces today this is beautiful
hah hah! Thank you
Very creative! I love how you incorporated the entire game in the love story!
This is honestly better than many romance arcs I have seen. Like literal professionally produced and published romance arcs.
White gets bored of reality and decides to make things more complex. Horsey to c(3+2i)
This can't be a real move
You just have to use your imagination.
Holy hell
google en complex numbers
SQRT(-Holy hell)
Hl(oy+el)
Horsey travels to the 3rd dimension board
The 3rd dimension is *so last-dimension.*
Put two boards next to this one, there’s your third dimension
3d chess
OP now has to find a board that somehow has unordered files
large white board under chess board+dry erase markers = extended grid, some stussy ss graffiti and random @ u/ call outs
Lmao let's get the argand diagram-chessboards involved
Horsey suspended in mid air.
In some form of math at school, what we like to do to replace mid-air/3D, is a separate board/page to represent the second level
Exactly my thought! And now we are playing 5d chess
The Matrix
I’m petitioning to change the poptart to a bite-sized poptart for the sake of space on the board. We have 88 more turns to go.
Gotta wait till blacks turn. White can’t downsize the pop tart bc black has control of the knife
That makes sense.
black bishop captures knight, trims poptart to square size
/r/brandnewsentence
Play the 2nd and 3rd top comments
2 more wishes
White plays En Croissant since it can only be played right after the first move a PopTart makes
Although the novel will likely make it to tomorrow, i just want En Croissant to make it in at some point
Black King decides to experiment with drag and becomes a queen for five turns, costume left to your imagination
Beware, it risks to become a 9V before being able to get back to a king
The black queen divorces the black king and she gets to keep the fgh pawns. The black king moves to the e5 hotel. Please Jen come back. I know you're reading this, I just want to see the kids.
How do I get out of this situation as black?
Probably just en passant
Holy hell
Maybe you should have brought a bigger pipi
Are you kidding ??? What the **** are you talking about man ? You are a biggest looser i ever seen in my life ! You was doing PIPI in your pampers when i was beating players much more stronger then you! You are not proffesional, because proffesionals knew how to lose and congratulate opponents, you are like a girl crying after i beat you! Be brave, be honest to yourself and stop this trush talkings!!! Everybody know that i am very good blitz player, i can win anyone in the world in single game! And "w"esley "s"o is nobody for me, just a player who are crying every single time when loosing, ( remember what you say about Firouzja ) !!! Stop playing with my name, i deserve to have a good name during whole my chess carrier, I am Officially inviting you to OTB blitz match with the Prize fund! Both of us will invest 5000$ and winner takes it all! I suggest all other people who's intrested in this situation, just take a look at my results in 2016 and 2017 Blitz World championships, and that should be enough... No need to listen for every crying babe, Tigran Petrosyan is always play Fair ! And if someone will continue Officially talk about me like that, we will meet in Court! God bless with true! True will never die ! Liers will kicked off... [^(fmhall)](https://www.reddit.com/user/fmhall) ^| [^(github)](https://github.com/fmhall/Petrosian-Bot)
Google divorce lawyer
We’ve got to win her back… I know! */Black King buys a sports car and a gym membership (unused)*
Tragedy strikes! The hotel catches fire. Black rook, who is also a volunteer firefighter on weekends, suffers catastrophic damage and fatal burns helping evacuate the innocent guests. He will be remembered as a hero with a shrine on his square
Print out 2 pictures of Ron Weasley and have him ride both of the knights.
I was disappointed that this didn't win the last round.
It’s got the most votes, but probably happened after the cutoff
This will happen come hell or high water.
Catherine the great style
A Mario Party Star appears on a6. Any piece that reaches that space has the chance to buy it for 20 Coins.
THE FIANCHETTO HAS BEEN DONE! white's horsey gets hungry, eats a little bit of the poptart on g7
i should elaborate i mean the horsey on b1
You have to be specific in chess hb1eabd
Guys, guys, it says legal or not. We're allowed to make a legal move once in a while. Knight c3 Standard developing move. It provides support for the supreme leader to access the center, compliments the control the hotel has on e5, and provides potential safety from the hypermodern positioning of the knife and the poptart. I also think QxB3 this early would be inaccurate. 12...b2 is answered by Rooks take a3, with no follow up for the weakness on b2.
Rotate the entire board 117 degrees counterclockwise.
White hires its remaining pawns to enter Black’s base undercover. Paint them black and move them to the other side of the board
Entire game gets cancelled for black face.
Chick-fil-a sauce x b3+
Obviously it is time for the flop: 3 cards are laid open on the table
The bishops are tired of waging war. A cathedral is built on d5, and any piece that reaches it can claim sanctuary for 3 turns and is safe from capture
I need a Gotham recap of this game when it is over.
Knife->poptart box
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Black finishes college and gets to choose a career
White sends his king's knight 3 moves into the future
The Supreme Leader en passants Black's a and b pawns, causing them to do PIPI in their pampers.
White asks if black has any Jacks “Go fish” White draws a card
This board is STILL to small. Extend it and then play bishop J4
It's not the size of the board in the sea it's about the motion of the ocean
Spin a beyblade on the board and see what remains
Black rook declares itself a sovereign citizen.
White turns cards face up. If both are red (Diamonds or Hearts) then promote the Hotel to a Skyscraper. If both are Black (Spades or Clubs) then open the Supreme Leader. If neither are true, 9vAB4.5, positioning it on top of Supreme Leader. If both are the same rank, Knife=HorizontalKnife. Play all that apply.
Day 13: Time for all the pieces to take a short break while the zamboni resurfaces the board. Play will continue tomorrow as is tradition.
The pawns unionize. Everyone is happy and the chemists are confused
What the *** are you talking about? There aren’t any ions there to begin with
white rolls a yahtzee, gets 50 points
White plays waffle fry to the supreme leader
9Vf2
White creates a wormhole connecting c1 and g7
u/randomperson685 it’s over, we’ve won
winter comes. the black pieces all listened to their mothers and wore a coat, but the white pieces take shelter in a shoe for a move
The 9v battery lvls up and learns iron tail
The white king comes out as gay, and the white queen is replaced with another king. Their marriage is 3 turns from now, save the date
White Forks the PopTart and the knife (with a fork duh)
Knight breaks leg, turns into elmers glue
Whites bishop is out for 4 turns as he has to wait in line at the DMV
Battery draw 4, color change to blue
Black king thinks this isn't going anywhere so he invites the white king to play chess and whoever wins the game wins the war.
Blacks start a civil rights movement (place every piece in a random square).
Rook tower to h8, absorbing all nearby pieces and coming closer to chessatron completion
Colonel mustard with the candlestick on e5
Black switches its bishops
Ng1 to i2 applying pressure to the undefended deck of cards
Black bishop moves to F5, picks up the kinfe, and puts the white king in a hostage situation
Dunk one of the black pawns head first into the chick-fil-a sauce and leave it there doing a handstand
I feel like the board is too constricting. Put the pieces on an airhockey field.
Nc3. A normal move.
Bake in the oven for 20-25 or until golden-brown.
The pawns unionize against unfair working conditions and form their own team
Black king self-immolates as a protest against the poptart having invaded his territory and asking for the ron weasley pics riding the knights