A Novel Idea

As the White Knights moved into the fortress they reaked havoc upon their foes defences. The horses were literally jumping over the soldiers and slaughtering the ones behind. The Dark King, sitting on his fancy throne, had his head in his hands. Peering through his fingers, he contemplated his own safety and the safety of his queen. All was lost. If only he'd left a way out for his queen earlier, at least she would have been safe. She may have even brought reinforcements from somewhere. She was a good queen. More resourceful than any “General” he'd met. Alas, now, it was too late. Whilst thinking good thoughts of his queen, the last of the towers fell.

“Huzzah!” shouted the attackers. “Surrender your king...or DIE!”. This was a lie. To surrender meant certain death.

'what else is there to do?' Thought the Dark King. 'My defences are destroyed. My beautiful, elegent towers are no more. I must give my own life to stop this senseless slaughter'

The Dark King stood and stretched out his right hand.

“Good game, Matt. You play a mean game of chess”

Aronian Does reccomend a good imagination :)

how about "why did I order the knights to kill the dragon that was on e4 before the game began ?" or "who sacced the necromancer?"