Part of the fun of getting a new operating system is to see what little games are installed on it. My first computer was a 386 running Windows 3.1, and I got a lot of enjoyment out of the preset games the family friend who sold us the computer installed for us.
I was never good at chess. It was fun, for a while, until the end game because I would usually get impatient and not think ahead. Its much slower than checkers and you have to always keep in mind all of the different moves that pieces can do so as to not get caught up and have your pieces eaten (more on that later). Specifically, I hate bishops. Like real pedophiles, they walk diagonally and sneak up on you while wearing a funny hat. I’ve lost more important pieces to bishops than any other piece.
I got Windows 7, finally, after resisting the upgrade from XP for the better part of the last decade. One of the standard games it offers is a good version of chess. I say good because I suck at chess and almost never win, due to the aforementioned patience handicap I possess described above. Even on Easy mode, I still lose. If I were a general, I’d lose a battalion of tanks to a laughably concealed pothole. So I’m playing against the computer, on the easiest setting, and even then I’m always a move or two from my kingdom being overrun by black people (or white people, whichever). It was hard for me to accept that my comparatively excellent video game skill in something like Call of Duty or Starcraft doesn’t translate well to a game invented before electricity was discovered.
But I’m winning, actually winning! a chess game for the first time in years (I don’t play much, and if I do, its against the computer)! And then unexpectedly, the game ends. WTF? I had 2 queens ready to trap the lone king in a corner! Why did it end?? You’ve robbed me of my victory! I know I didn’t go for the kill immediately because I wanted to feel the despair of the black king as my queens trapped him into a corner. Basically I was shitting around. But apparently, there is a limit upon the endgame of chess where if you take too long or too many moves to checkmate, the game ends in a draw.
And that brings me to my pitting.
I consider the lost pieces to be “eaten”. I’ve played Chinese Chess, which looks like this and the adjective we’ve always used was “Tze”, which means “eaten”. Cannibalism notwithstanding, I’ve always understood the game better when I think of the innocent humans as food to an invading barbarian horde. It artificially creates excitement where there’s only racism, and I think that makes the world a little better. But unlike Chinese Chess, western Chess doesn’t allow you to eat the king (or maybe it does and I’ve just never played it correctly. Chinese Chess isn’t a default game on any Windows OS). As an aspiring cannibal, that bugs me, and to me it destroys the game.
Chess, whatever gentlemenly origins it may have come from, is fucked up because it teases you like a cumwhore that won’t let you climax. I don’t want to fucking trap the king. I want to beat his face in as a stand-in for all of the bile-cooked rage I have simmering inside. Who’s asinine idea was it that you had to god damn WARN the other player as he’s about to lose?? Here’s my warning asshole, my clenched fist in your colon with the king’s cross jabbing you in the appendix, that’s my god damn warning! You should never have to warn people you’re going to check them. Checkmate shouldn’t be a word in chess, it should be a verb describing the sex positions of necrophiliacs fucking a body no longer limited by the contortions impossible while still alive. I don’t want to warn people I’m checking them, they should be able to fall into a trap like a dog running facefirst into a doggy door you’ve nailed shut. If they don’t see my bishop in the corner, THAT’S THEIR PROBLEM. Next move, bishop eats king, BOOM HEADSHOT!!
Chess is like a schoolyard fight between the most unpopular nerds at a eunuch pre-school. There’s no balls, no hate, no pain, and both players take turns gently stroking each other’s taints until one of them laughs from ticklishness and loses. A real competition has losers and it lets you know you’ve lost. The last move in chess should be the king being eaten by cannibals, just like how Chinese Chess ends and how checkers should end and how fucking Monopoly should end (don’t ask me how I would work that into the game, I haven’t thought that far yet). When I play against people, its with the express condition that we drop that bullshit rule about checks and checkmate. You go until the king is eaten, the end. No crying about checks, no warning. Its like life: harsh, unrepentant, and comes at you 100 miles per hour with no warning and no way to take back what you did. Real chess would be a better game, more respected and feared (why does a game need to be feared? Fuck you, that’s why!) if they changed the rules to reflect this. And I would no longer have to downgrade from Windows 7 back to XP just so I could get the stain of that fucking game of chess off my mind.