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But then he said something that brought my skin to a boil. My face turned a crimson red and my eyes shot knives through his soul. I grabbed the pointiest piece off the board and jammed it into his eye. It must have been fate that the knights on the board were holding upright spears. They knew that their sole purpose in life was for my benefit. I smashed the glass chess board down on his head, breaking it into shards dripping with blood. As my “friend” cried in pain, I bashed him over the head with the two kings, working side by side like they should have in the middle ages. As one king began to grow weary and tired, he would step down and appoint the queen to take his place. My friend had lost the game.
To think I once even considered him my friend. No amount of apologizing would have ever made up for his sins. As I left the room with the mangled, chess-piece ridden corpse, I thought back to what he said when the game started. He should have picked black.
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