Posted: Sun, 05/11/2017 19:12 (7 Years ago)
"Not always, I guess. Chess and Death are oil and water, they don't
go together. They're not bad, though. Come on, I'll introduce you."
Antares motions for them to follow and goes down one of the
hallways. He emerges into a large room, two big windows covered
with curtains occupying a large chunk of the left wall. It's a
living room, complete with half a dozen chairs and two couches,
warmly lit by an assortment of beautiful lamps. Ten is crashed out
on one of the couches, covered by a fuzzy blanket. Chess and Death
are sitting in chairs on the opposite side of a small table. A
chessboard occupies the space between them. Black seems to be
winning, by a lot.