Hop. Hop. Hop. I'll play black, and you'll play red. Oh, look, you're out of pieces. King me. Checkers; a much simpler game than chess and yet one requiring just as much strategy even at the worst of times.
Even the lowliest Pawn can become a Queen, can't it? But only if it makes it to the other side of the board, and, let's be honest; how many have?
Maybe a few, but they never lasted long. They were immediately surrounded by the pieces of their opponent. What could they ever hope to do but distract from the King for a moment?
It was never their own King they served, though it was their own that they hoped to protect. In this game the Black King is the strongest, most volatile, most valuable piece. And He knows it. And He loves it. And He loves us, and we love Him. And I play my song for Him, and hope He puts off my punishment, the one I so rightly deserve just for being alive during His reign. What greater crime is there?
Fiddler
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