- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
I looked at her half confused as she spoke, it seemed her vocabulary was rather limited. I nodded in response, when she asked if I was complicated, and shrugged when she asked if I was a Pawn. I thought of life as a massive game of chess, and all of us are just pieces, even the Kings are being played by a greater force, a deity, or something of the sort. If only I could say that aloud! If I was half as good a speaker as I was a thinker, I'd be in an institution of higher education, not one for the insane. Thinking on it, I remembered something. Wait... Ryan! He understands what I say! He could translate for me! What a marvelous idea! I looked around for a moment, and held my finger up, the gesture to wait. I ran back up to the desk and knocked. "Let me guess, Knight to D4?" she asked. I nodded and returned to my table. A few moments later, Ryan returned. "Oh, hey Bishop. I see you've made a new friend? Wait... you need a translator don't you?" he asked. I smiled at him, half embarrassed. He knew I felt he was the only one who could understand me and my thoughts. "Bishop to Pawn. Knight to D5. Knight takes Pawn." I said, motioning between the three of us. I being bishop, him being Knight, her, Pawn. "Umm... You are trying to talk to her, but you can't. So you want me to talk in your place, so you can communicate better." he figured. I nodded and said excitedly "Knight takes King!" meaning he won, he got it right. "Alright," he said, and turned to the girl. "This is Reginald Quincent Gallilei, but everyone calls him Bishop. He's here because, sadly, something went haywire in his brain and now he can only speak in chess terms. No one can explain why. So, I help him out. I had a patient a few years ago with a similar condition, except it was D&D terms instead of chess. If you two need anything from me, translator, or something, just have Bishop come get me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few things I need to attend to." he said, and waked away. I had since sat back down and moved my B1 Bishop to H7, taking one of her Pawns. If she was smart, She would move her H8 rook forward a space and take it, but she might not, being so new to the game.