Board set. Pieces placed precariously.

The outcome is uncertain. Dice, cards and knuckle bones left bouncing to the fates.

Defend yourself! And so you do.

Neatly done. The icy hands of indecision claw at me.

Your attack is unrelenting, barrage of unmitigated misery descends upon my pawns.

I was fool enough to think I could best you.

This game was rigged and yet I stumbled on, determined to plough through providence decreed.

The cold embrace shatters my resolve.

Fuck this shower.

I’m calling the repairman.

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