Chess Tales- The Game of Kings

We are Kings in a Castle in charge of an Army. Our Pawns are our Castle Wall. We open the front gates and release our army of Knights, Bishops and the Queen to destroy the enemy Pawn Wall and his Bishops, Knights and Queen. Meanwhile, the King and the Rooks prepare for the final battle, Castling, getting the Rooks communicating and firing down important files while reinforcing the Pawn Wall. At some point a messenger shows up and tells the King that everyone has been wiped out in the battle. “They ran a sword right through Her Majesty. It was horrible.” “I told her this would happen one day, the way she galavants all over the battlefield.” By now both castles have sustained heavy damage from the trebouchet bombardment. The King then gathers what forces he may have left and begins a relentless march with his Pawn Wall backed up by the Rooks to shove the enemy back and take over his back ranks. “Listen, men. I need one of you to become a Queen.” “What do you mean?” “You know, a Queen. Put on the dress, grab the sword and start galavanting.” “?? O.K. ...Doesn't mean we're married or anything, does it...?” “Oh, go attack something.” “...cause I could use some of her loot...me wife and children ain't had nary a decent bite to eat these past few days we been fightin' so hard, Guv'nor....” He may pick up a wounded Knight or Bishop off the battlefield who can help in the attack. Success is never assured and complaints, death, destruction and peril lurk around every corner.

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