I have a quest, you see. I hope to become a chess master one day. Lest this be too superficial a claim for you, let me explain that I am allergic to failure and a perfectionist of unparalleled proportions.
I should also set the scene for you to understand the gravity of yesterday's victory. It has been my first, and widely sought after triumph over any opponent thus far in my chess career. Thank you, Laura.
This is in many ways a consequence of regularly playing only my chess mentor; a man held in high esteem for his strategic approach and, what I deem, 'horrible mind-games'. This has so far led to many a defeat, over-turned only by the events of last night. Below is a snapshot of said checkmate:
I cannot be said to have played a flawless game; instead it relied at times on the errors of my opponent, and their hazy understanding of chess rules (which I took to be my advantage). My relentless pursuit of her king was enacted using questionable strategies reinforced by constant referrals to my guru. Nevertheless, I was overwhelmed with a sense of achievement which has only worked to cement my overall desire and fuel my impatience for the next success.
Undoubtedly I will continue to concede defeat and endanger my king, but in doing so my relationship with chess, and my mentor, blossoms.
