Our Universe

War! War, my dear friends, war! 

Arm the men, mount the horses, strengthen the towers, make the bishops pray for the fate of the battle, obey the king and follow the queen to victory!

Or... Shame on you, the one who lost the battle, the one who allowed your own king to be captured, the one who watched his men be slaughtered, the poor bishops be slayed, the horses butchered and their knights pierced by the enemy spears, the towers become old ruins and the queen taken prisioner by the enemy after a long and fierce struggle (unless you are 100 rating).

And... If you lost by time? Best we skip this part.

But someday, yes, your king and queen will be back again to the battlefield with a new army and... be slaughtered again. And the next battle. And the next. Until... You improved! Hooray! And you win the battle! The king and queen now are standing with pride (over a bloody mass that was the enemy) with their swords in the air and their army singing and dancing and feasting (that you won 10 elo).

And this, my friends is chess. 

The chessboard, therefore is a faraway battlefield. On one side of the board the kingdom of Black stands alone facing the enemy kingdom, the White. The White are the Christians, and the Black are the Muslims. They fight each other again and again, countless times a day under a different general. 

This is a whole world. A universe. Our universe. This is our world. This is chess. 

Gens una sumus: We are a family. A great family, all bonded by the same passion, we are strong, we are players, we are competitive, we are losers, we are winners. 

[Please any comments will be useful]