Tales of Great Fortune XVI - A tale of black and white

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ever in pursuit of success in the fascinating business of fortune telling, the Great Trenlin strives for a higher employee satisfaction rate and accepts to play a friendly game of chess against Porric.

Submitted: April 05, 2016

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Submitted: April 05, 2016



A tiny bit annoyed, but with excellent sportsmanship, the Great Trenlin looked at the board. With an astonishing accuracy, he evaluated the possibilities and anticipated the next move of Porric, his loyal yet inconsistent co-worker. It bore no doubt that he had seen the move coming that had put his king at risk ever since he lost his queen and both towers in a period of 5 turns. Even though the business was fading and sales figures had been dropping for the first time in twelve years, the Great Trenlin still had a keen eye for the future. It was clear proof to him that there was no reason to doubt his abilities. With a sparkle of amusement, he moved his bishop into position, crossed his arms and leaned back, a weary yet all-knowing eye on Porric.

As expected, his co-worker seemed awestruck with the tactics of the Great Trenlin. A bit unsure, he scratched his head, looked from the board to the Great Trenlin and back and looked distinctively uneasy. The Great Trenlin knew that he had him right where he wanted him.
"Eh..." Porric started, clearly confused.
"Yes, Porric?" the Great Trenlin encouraged the conversation. As a keen believer in open communication, he knew how to make people express their doubts.
"It is just... I don't know that, didn't know that..." he fell silent again.
"Well there is no shame in admitting your limitations, Porric. Wasn't it Archimedes who said that he knew that he knew nothing?"
"It might have been Socrates as well, sir."
The Great Trenlin laughed. "Nonsense, Porric, that was what Socrates said about his wife. She was quite..."
"Were you allowed to move your bishop in straight lines, sir?"
The Great Trenlin hated to be interrupted. A bad habit of his co-worker that did not seem to improve over time and a clear sign of a society in decay. 
"Very well then." he snapped, "but next time you'd better tell me that you want to play with the classical rules."
A bit annoyed, he re-positioned his bishop.

His co-worker still had an expression of discomfort on his plain face. Probably the stress of playing a superior adversary were getting the better of him.
"Sir?" he added hesistantly.
"What, Porric?"
"Wasn't that your black bishop?"
"Of course not, Porric!" the Great Trenlin exclamed, "what are you accusing me of?"
"Of nothing, Of nothing."
"Well then?"
"Why did you start with two white bishops then?"
It was sad to see Porric's very transparant attempts at confusing the Great Trenlin. He realized that he had always known that Porric could use some sportsmanship training. Porric shuddered and took the Great Trenlin's bishop with his queen.

Transparant, the Great Trenlin thought, oh so very transparant. The lack of sportsmanship was plainly shocking.
"Did you know I am still unbeaten at Cluedo, Porric?"

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