The Grim Ripper Will come to get you soon. He always wins. I like this post.
http://www.chess.com/forum/view/general/i-played-a-chess-game-with-death----grimm-reaper
Playing the Devil's minions with your soul at stake!
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Do you remember the game?
Back in 1973, I was traveling with my folks and a younger brother from Pa to L.A. by van...a graduation present which we had to drive cross country in order to have it with me during my second year at USC, and more importantly to drive me to Super Bowl Seven which I had a pair of tickets for! When we got to Colorado where we stayed an extra two days to get in some fishing in Yellowstone Lake, I happened to find myself in the lodge bar drinking some Rocky Mountain suds. There to my suprise, a game of chess was being played by two gentlemen...well at least one cause I really cannot say for sure what the other's heritage might be.
Black was being played by a normal looking buisness man type and was winning when I first began watching. His opponent however looked like a cross between a hell's angel reject and a missionary! As I watched, the missionary became more and more upset at his opponent as the game's outcome became more and more obvious. He was sweating profusly and shaking like someone who had just jumped into the Great Slav Lake in Canada during the coldest winter on record. I mean this guy was freaking me and everyone else at the bar out!
I think the guy would have died on the spot had his opponent not thrown the rest of the game...resigning for no reason other than fear the missionary might shoot him on the spot if he uttered the word "Checkmate"! And when he pushed his King over and practically ran out of the bar, the missionary opened his shirt, took a long drink of something big and red, and gave a loud sigh of relief.
Being the kind of helpful and curious guy I happened to be, I sat down across from him at the table and tried to figure out what his problem was. I was not prpared for what he told me OR how insistant he became when I first said no to his offer to play me next.
He told me he worked for the most supreme evil! The Devil himself! And that his whole purpose in life was to beat anyone and everyone at the game of Chess that he could, and that in doing so his opponent's souls would be marked for retrieval at some later date! And that if he ever lost three games in a row, he himself would become the Devil's personal toilet! I kid you not! And as you might expect, I of course didn't believe a word of it buit still put every brain cell to work winning that game! And I swear this guy must have lost at least 5 pounds in nervous perspiration that evening. Then, upon winning the game, he took a silver cross out of his pocket and blessed me with it, then left the bar as quickly as the bartender told us he had appeared. Bo one knew him or where he was from or where he was going, but even though I really don't take stock in shuch things, I'm glad to have beaten him!
This was and still is the strangest game of chess I ever played!