"Don't make me get up"
This is general chess discussion. How inappropriate would it be for someone to devote time to a game of war and not be moved when a realer enemy who isn't playing the game moves on them?
I spent the summer on a Nudist campsite, and, when I arrived, it was clear "they" had been expecting me, because they, all the other campers, were doing some dark magic around me. They wanted me to approach them, talk to them, and then they would have "had something" for me. That's how dark magic works.
You know what I did? I waded it out. I collected my excrement in bags rather than disposing of it like they do in a toilet.
And when the weather turned colder, before end of season, I filled my water gun with my plentiful bottles of piss and GoPro'd myself ritually spraying their caravans, flags, flowers, and tents. With aging, smelly piss. If you've ever been to Bristol in the early 90s and got a whiff of the shutdown escalators that were a refuge for homeless people, you will know how bad the smell can get.
Now, there is an issue with getting this back to the caravan owners who have moved to their snug winter homes. Ordinarily, social media could be used to put this on the platform and undoubtedly they would find out from there and the circle of humiliation would be complete.
I'm thinking I will send a postcard to the campsite some time later and say what's happened, when I have left.
The caravan owners, if I had their kind of liquidity, would be disposing of their caravans immediately and trying to find out it was me and where they can find me. And when they can't find me, they would be getting fisticuffs and more with each other, since the emotional outlet has to be channelled somewhere.
When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know