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had hopes for this one though...
Although Bob’s forehead was short and stubby, like the top of a pear, the side of his dome was elongated like a loaf of bread. The brain housed inside would be of utmost importance today.
Today Bob was a contender in the prestigious Ohio local chess competition. He had trained hard the past few months, leveraging his TikTok attention span; whenever his dopamine levels were low, he would open the chess app and pre-move a 15-second bullet game. Having racked up thousands of matches in the bathroom at work, he believed he had the experience and finger dexterity to outmaneuver his opponents.
On the morning of the competition, he ate a nutritious breakfast consisting of nuts and various legumes, brain food. And then hopped into his 2001 green Prius and sped to the competition. He almost got in a car accident on his way there.
The Game
“Mussolini, how do you do,” Bob glared at his opponent Dave Mussolini sitting across from him. Bob had played against Mussolini once in his dreams and had beat him with dexterity.
“How do you do. I am black,” Mussolini replied back with an authoritarian Italian accent. The 10-minute rapid match had begun.
Bob picked up his white knight with lightning speed, lifting his own head up slightly as if he was a horse neighing, and envisioned himself as Harry Potter sitting on top of a knight, and smacked the piece down onto A3. WHAM! He liked attacking from the side, where people weren’t expecting him.
Bob was checkmated in 20 seconds.
Today Bob was a contender in the prestigious Ohio local chess competition. He had trained hard the past few months, leveraging his TikTok attention span; whenever his dopamine levels were low, he would open the chess app and pre-move a 15-second bullet game. Having racked up thousands of matches in the bathroom at work, he believed he had the experience and finger dexterity to outmaneuver his opponents.
On the morning of the competition, he ate a nutritious breakfast consisting of nuts and various legumes, brain food. And then hopped into his 2001 green Prius and sped to the competition. He almost got in a car accident on his way there.
The Game
“Mussolini, how do you do,” Bob glared at his opponent Dave Mussolini sitting across from him. Bob had played against Mussolini once in his dreams and had beat him with dexterity.
“How do you do. I am black,” Mussolini replied back with an authoritarian Italian accent. The 10-minute rapid match had begun.
Bob picked up his white knight with lightning speed, lifting his own head up slightly as if he was a horse neighing, and envisioned himself as Harry Potter sitting on top of a knight, and smacked the piece down onto A3. WHAM! He liked attacking from the side, where people weren’t expecting him.
Bob was checkmated in 20 seconds.
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