
The Tale Of The PRO League In One Sentence
My friend the Lion King, ever the grandiose Blockbuster Rockstar, told me, the Knight, in his usual Soprano voice, that despite usually just being a lowly Mechanic who Surfs the internet, to fulfill my Destiny "expect the enemy to fight like a Nomadic Direwolf with teeth as sharp as Stormbringers" and therefore I should Invent Dynamite, then use my Yoda Magic and my Gnomic stature to Gambit by laying in wait like a Cobra on a Tower only to become an Express Mover and come out from behind the Windmill to throw those sticks like a Hacker Penguin -- a Swashbuckling Blizzard of Snowballs, Raining down on the Dragons like a swarm of angry Mosquitos, not the size of Puffins or Cardinals or Sparrows, but instead like an Osprey with the nature of a ruthless Pawngrabber Ape, a Desperado Slugging for a Knockout, which will cause Kraken of their heads, giving them Migraines and slowing them to the speed of Leatherbacks, when I will celebrate becoming a Champion by eating Koeksisters and waiting to be promoted to Arch Bishop and for an official invitation to become a Chessbrah, as long as I take an oath not to become a Rat.