Chess: A game of patience.

“I have come to the personal conclusion that while all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists.” – Marcel Duchamp

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The first of the games I so diligently decided to try out this week was chess. I am no stranger to chess but as for this experience I decided to go up against marginally tactically superior opponent, a master level A.I. I reluctantly decided to do this despite my sense of pride around being am avid chess player. I can safely say I no longer have such pride.

Chess is a very perplexing game, it’s one I truly believe anyone can pick up and play with rather a lot of ease after learning a few basic rules, but despite this revelation I can’t deny either just how complex this game is once you start to devise your own strategies and machinations. I personally lay siege on my enemies with my knights while leading up to a head on assault with the Queen but that’s aside the matter.

So we’ve established its an easy to play hard to master game but how about how it feels to play it?

Chess is the friendship ender, I’m afraid it even sits atop the throne above monopoly itself. Chess imbues a strong sense of pride in every player that looks upon its plains of checkered black and white tiles. Every player feels like a strategic master with every single piece they take from their enemies clasp, it is something to behold but this feeling can easily be replaced by sheer annoyance when the master level A.I you foolishly decided to play against systematically wipes your side of the board clean leaving your pride shattered and ending in a long night taking your frustrations out in a blog post.

“Farewell”-My pride.