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just to clear up how many trophies you get for certain posts:
each 10th post (10, 20, 30, 40...): 1 trophy
each 25th post (25, 50, 75, 125...): 2 trophies
each 50th post (50,150,250...): 3 trophies
each 100th post(100,200,300,400...): 5 trophies
each 500 post(500,1500...): 10 trophies
each 1,000 post( 10000,2000...): 20 trophies
i will anounce any additional trophy "giveouts"
Right in the heat of a complex endgame, I heard a disrupting sound from somewhere under the table – it sounded like a Violin Concerto by Johann Sebastian Bach. After a quick glance below the table, I found a cup of 4-year-old strawberry yogurt lying in plain sight. Although repulsed by the stench, I picked it up, and found that the music seemed to be coming from the yogurt. It appears that the bacteria cultures had been sitting there so long that they literally became cultured - they had evolved into bach-teria. I was charmed by their ode the famous composer, so I sat listening for a while. However, the odor made me so nauseous that I passed out. When I awoke my opponent was gone and my time had expired.
mind if I use this as a copypasta?
I love this story!
I was too busy trying to get trophies on a forum about bad excuses.
Chris Brown was my opponent, and I was afraid that he'd beat me up if I won.
I was dying on the inside
I had marching band practice
I was playing a simul against 30 grandmasters
I am blind, don't expect me to play
After close analysis of the current situation on the board, I remembered a quote by the famous entity know as 'Tigran Alekhine'. In his 4th codex, the codex Atlanticus, he stated the phrase 'Cogito Ergo Sum'. I assume you know what this means. I realized, that a board game is an ethereal material, and decided, it did not matter in the end whether I won or I lost. I smashed the computer screen, my face betraying no emotion, and sat back down, never to rise again. That is my story.
~Grand Maester Pycelle, year 875 A.C.
i cried reading this
I was playing America on that Paradox Chess based on the Iran War from MAD Magazine. Of course I was going to lose. I was meant to.