Oh, you little king, checked and filled with momentous rage! Ponder your next move… Bound to lateral dimensions, you long to break free from your bored existence, surrounded by squares who view the world in black, in white, never your spectrum. Alas, the fight has gotten stale and you've tired of waiting for a better end to this game; now, part of you longs to occupy their terror, story it as your own. No, far more preferable to resign on your terms, before you conform to further defeat at their unseen hands, to fall with pride and not after dishonor.
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