#Master Chess Program

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So I just stumbled upon a whole Wiki dedicated to creating programs for playing chess. One of the old programs, from the 1970s, described on the site is called simply "Master", or "The Master Chess Program". They even have a picture of it being used:

Apparently "Master" in this case is an abbreviation of "Minimax algorithm Tester".

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Chess is a game of strategy, skill, and deep thinking. With the advent of the internet, online chess training has revolutionized how players improve their game, making high-quality coaching accessible to everyone. In this blog, we will explore the benefits of online chess training, highlighting how Chess Trainer can help you master the board and enhance your skills through online chess coaching, virtual chess lessons, and more.

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Nurturing Brilliance: The Power of Early Childhood Care & Education

In the intricate tapestry of human development, the early years weave the threads of potential, curiosity, and brilliance. Early Childhood Care and Education (ECCE) serve as the loom upon which these threads are interwoven, forming the foundation for a lifetime of learning and achievement. As we delve into the importance of ECCE, let's also explore the inspiring journey of Rameshbabu Praggnanandhaa, an Indian chess grandmaster who exemplifies the power of nurturing young talents.

[kickbackkanzaki]

The Dungeon Master and Chess Queen

You're the new student and chess captain at Hawkins High. When Eddie Munson asks you for tutoring you're certain you have him handled but you may have underestimated his strategy.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Warnings: Smut (18+), drinking, drug use, mention of past assault, physical altercation, unprotected intercourse (p in v), swearing, possessive/toxic traits, rough sex.

Eddie slipped the final joint into line with its brothers then closed the cassette tape cover. Usually when he made the sojourn to the community college he would take an entire bag of product but this trip was social.

A friend of yours was performing in a concert this weekend and had invited you up for the night. You and Eddie had done a few day trips when you'd played a competition or needed a break from Hawkins but this was the first overnighter and Wayne felt compelled to be avuncular.

"Remember what I told you," he'd advised Eddie that morning when he'd returned from shift.

"I wont screw up," Eddie assured him.

Ever since the dinner date Wayne had been reminding Eddie to be smart with you. He didn't want to see a repeat of his brother's mistakes or a nephew with a broken heart.

The unmistakeable sound of the rusty Mustang in low gear came through the window so Eddie tossed the cassette tape into his duffel bag and headed for the door.

He was down the stairs before you had a chance to knock and twirled you in a hug.

"Ready to hit the road baby?" he asked enthusiastically after a kiss. "I brought the tunes."

"Robin's shotgun," you explained and started for the parked car, "so she picks the music. You can hang in the back with her friend."

Eddie peered through the rear window and identified the passenger by his hair.

"Is that Steve Harrington?"

"Yep. Robin says he's a good hang so I let him take the empty seat."

"I thought Red was coming?"

The original plan for the weekend was to include Max to show her the good things that came after high school. To prove the cliques and conformity she endured now would end after senior year.

"She was but her Mum heard 'community college' and said 'Hell No.' She thinks we'll be fornicating and getting high all weekend," you explained with some disappointment.

"Not all weekend surely?" Eddie quipped and smacked your arse playfully.

"I'll give you meal breaks," you said charitably and winked before opening the driver's door.

Eddie tossed his duffel in the boot smirking then jumped in the back seat.

"Hey man," Steve greeted him with a friendly nod and Eddie grunted in response.

From what he remembered of Harrington he was a popular jock working his way through the girls and tormenting the nerds. Not exactly someone he wanted to road trip with.

Still it was your Mustang so you made the rules.

"What's the plan baby?" Eddie asked so he didn't have to make small talk with Steve.

"We'll meet my pal then Robin wants to look over their Art program and it might be worth talking to their Intake Department for Steve," you ran through the loose itinerary as the car rolled past the neighbouring trailers.

"What about you?" Steve asked.

"She's going to Ivy League," Robin told him before putting on a pop tape that made Eddie cringe.

You laughed blithely at that remark before you replied.

"I'm a chess player, we don't go to college. We drink yourselves to death or blow our brains out before thirty."

"Which way are you leaning?" Steve asked a little unnerved by your morbidity.

"Maybe both."

"Seriously, you're not looking at any colleges?"

"The idea doesn't really appeal," you answered with honesty. "All I've ever done is school. It might be refreshing to do something different."

"Well minimum wage isn't fun is all I'm saying," Steve remarked and let the topic drop.

Eddie looked out the window so no one could see his little smile of triumph. Your lack of college plans was good news for him.

Since your wild night at the playground Eddie had been formulating his plan to leave Hawkins with you. He knew you were too logical to just hit the road without a map and the five hundred in his account wouldn't stretch far so he'd been brainstorming a sound strategy.

Corroded Coffin were dedicated to their Tuesdays at the Hideout but the other members were being ushered towards further study and employment by their parents. If the band was going to continue after this year it would be because Eddie used their homemade banner for a new formation in a bigger city.

He'd looked into chess tournaments too. Not all of them offered big prize money but most states held an annual one and if you both squeezed your pennies maybe you could fly on a budget airfare to compete internationally. You were good enough.

Some unskilled employment would be necessary until he cracked the music scene, no band ever got their break overnight, but Eddie was willing to endure it if it gave him a shot.

The alternative was playing it safe by staying in Hawkins and he'd seen what this town did to its lifetime residents. Slowly sucked the soul out of them until Tupperware parties and work picnics became social highlights.

He knew you'd have hesitations about leaving your dad but Eddie bargained if he could catch you in a good enough mind space you'd agree.

Someone with your overcalculating brain needed the excitement of a party, a joint and a decent bottle of wine to throw caution to the wind and jump on the Munson bandwagon.

So he needed this weekend to go without a hitch to prove the two of you could survive together.

You and Robin chatted for most of the ninety minute drive while the backseat boys lapsed into an easy chill. Having no common ground they didn't attempt conversation watching the passing landscape instead.

The Mustang slowed to suburban speeds as your destination neared and you peered at the house numbers until you found what you sought.

You parked outside an honest but unloved house and lead the group onto the veranda where you rang the bell.

A gorgeous Viking opened the door and crushed you against his naked torso so tightly your spine popped. He had an anvil for a jawline, long black hair tied in a ponytail and bulging muscles tattooed with rune symbols.

You both made noises of delight and animated chatter while the other three stared dumbfounded until you remembered they were there.

"Trav these are my friends Robin and Steve," you pointed to each in turn and Travis gave them both bone crunching hugs. "Guys this is my friend Travis."

You then put your hand in Eddie's and pulled him closer to your older friend like a child scared to approach a pony at the fair.

"This is my boyfriend Eddie," you introduced him and Eddie thrust his hand out before he could be hugged.

"Hello mate," Travis said jovially and shook Eddie's hand with an enthusiasm that wasn't returned.

Eddie took in the six and a half feet of sculpted muscles, perfect smile and bright blue eyes and decided he disapproved. Eddie didn't like being dwarfed, outmatched or upstaged and in under a minute Travis had done all three.

Your entire focus was on Travis as he invited his guests in and sat them in the kitchen while he prepared refreshments.

So you didn't notice Eddie's eyes studying your expression for any hint of amor or collusion as you chatted.

"Not to love ya and leave ya but I gotta throw a shirt on and get to class," Travis said after he'd prepped the hot drinks and passed around a pack of biscuits. "I'll leave a set of keys for you guys by the door, mi casa es su casa."

"Thanks Trav," you said and he patted your back before leaving the kitchen. "We'll see you at the concert."

It was decided after tea you'd walk to the campus and check out the art exhibition after nominating Steve to clear the dishes. The clean air and pleasant walk after the long drive supplied some natural endorphins and in your good mood you assumed Eddie's tight grip on your hand was affection.

"I thought you said Travis was a chess friend?" Eddie finally spoke when you were wandering around the student gallery half an hour later.

"No we met at a tournament his friend was playing at," you corrected absently and tilted your head at the canvas you were examining.

"Then what?" Eddie pushed.

His surliness was unusual so you peeled your eyes from the painting to give him a concerned look.

"You ok?"

"Fine. Tell me about Travis," Eddie demanded.

"I had some trouble and Trav helped me out," you said simply.

Had Eddie been thinking clearly he would have noticed your elusiveness but he wasn't.

He was jealous.

"Did he help you with his penis?"

A few feet away Steve and Robin ducked behind a sculpture like infantrymen sheltering from an incoming explosive.

Your eyes bulged in disbelief and rounded on Eddie like a dueller about to fire.

"What the fuck did you just say?" your low hiss was scarier than any shout could have been and Eddie knew he'd irrecoverably fucked up.

"I'm sorry," Eddie thought apologising quickly placate you. "I shouldn't have asked that."

"Too fucking right!" your voice was rising with outrage and a few gallery goers looked your way. "I don't ask where your genitals have been but you assume I whore around with my friends! Get fucked Munson!"

Eddie reached for you but you threw your hands up in warning and he withdrew.

"Do me a favour," you dropped your voice back to the angry hiss to avoid a spectacle. "Keep the fuck away from me."

You stormed off to the ceramics display and Eddie stayed rooted to the floor. Robin and Steve cautiously crept out of their shelter and after a second of surveying Robin followed you.

Steve hung back and looked at Eddie with an expression that articulated his predicament.

He was screwed.

"Give her a minute," Steve advised and Eddie obeyed. Listening to someone else might serve him better than his own judgement right now.

You shunned Eddie for the rest of the afternoon and whenever he got close he could feel an aura of rage radiating from your skin. Robin stuck to your side trying to distract you with campus highlights and light conversation but you'd always lapse back into brooding.

Steve didn't force Eddie to talk but kept a close orbit around the metalhead incase he had to prevent a doomed reconciliation attempt. No matter how repentant Eddie might be feeling, there would be no successful peace negotiations until you were in a gentler temper.

Travis' concert was held that night at the campus bar where the staff didn't ask Steve for an ID when he ordered a round of drinks. Travis found an empty table for your party then went backstage, if he'd seen the Berlin Wall erected between yourself and Eddie he didn't say so.

Much to everyone's surprise when Travis reappeared he was carrying a cello and followed by three other string musicians. Eddie and Steve swapped a look of dismay bracing themselves for a boring night of classical symphony when Eddie recognised the first few bars.

"Is that?" Steve asked in his ear.

"Ride the Lightning," Eddie answered as his interest perked.

He looked over and saw you watching the quartet with undivided attention as you sipped your wine. Your interest in metal music was only passing despite Eddie's attempts to covert you so friend or not, you wouldn't drive two hours to listen to Metallica covers.

Unless it was for someone else.

'Fuck,' Eddie groaned mentally realising the whole weekend had been set up for him.

While he'd been orchestrating his own plans to convince you into leaving Hawkins you'd been planning your own surprise. Remorse turned the beer in Eddie's throat bitter and he made a pinched face like someone had booted him in the guts.

Eddie reached for the hand resting in your lap and braced himself for a possible violent reaction.

You permitted the touch and squeezed his long fingers before letting them drop. You were mellowing but still bearing a grudge.

Still, Eddie thought as a little ember started to glow, there was hope.

Later that night Travis and his housemate Samantha brought half the bar back to the house to continue the music and libations. His cello rested in the living room corner while he chatted to you on the couch where you sipped a glass of red.

Eddie had passed around the joints from his cassette case then retreated to the kitchen where he could watch the party from the counter.

Robin was sitting on some beanbags with Samantha and her friends from the college's feminist group while Steve slipped in and out of groups.

Steve was at total ease, parties were one of the few settings he excelled in. He made his way around the living room pitching in on strangers' conversations here and there and making people laugh.

"You're like Norman Bates man," he said retrieving more beer from the fridge. "Stop spying and go talk to her."

"Do you think it's safe?" Eddie asked glumly. He had decided to stop hating Steve on the principal of being a popular jock.

"I don't think she'll kill you with so many witnesses," Steve answered in his unique brand of wisdom. "Though I can't for the life of me understand why you said what you did."

"I was jealous," Eddie confessed miserably and flicked a pretzel across the counter passive aggressively. "I took one look at Travis with his Calvin Klein good looks and freaked. I couldn't stand the idea she might want someone better than a weed dealing failure."

"Jealously is a powerful thing my man," Steve adopted a sage tone and clasped Eddie's shoulder. "One minute you're climbing in a girl's bedroom window and the next you're defacing a movie theatre with spray paint."

"Dude that sounds oddly specific," Eddie gave his mentor an odd look.

"Never mind," Steve said shaking his head. "My point is jealously makes you do dumb things. Just go and apologise before she realises she can do better."

"Maybe she has done better."

"Travis?" Steve asked with a little surprise. "Nah you're safe man."

"How do you know?"

"She and Robin were talking about it at the bar when they thought I couldn't hear," Steve opened the cutlery draw and dug around until he found a bottle opener. "After some big chess thing a bunch of players were partying and this creep from MIT couldn't take the hint to piss off. Travis caught the arsehole sleazing all over your girl and threw him out a closed window. It was a ground level apartment but still, pretty bad arse."

Eddie wasn't sure if he could loathe himself anymore than he did in that moment. Not only had he colossally screwed up with you but he'd spent the whole day hating a great guy.

He covered his face with his large hands and groaned into them to vent his humiliation. Steve was right, he had to apologise even if you didn't forgive him. It was the right thing to do.

Across the room you'd somehow gone from discussing Travis' pharmacology studies to Russians.

"All their athletes are pumped up on performance drugs, why do you think they boycotted the last Olympics?" Travis asked conspiratorially.

"Numerous political and cultural tensions with the rest of the world?" you suggested trying not smile at his conspiracy theories.

"Because their piss glows. Here I made you a sample for your next big match."

Travis pushed a tiny bottle full of white powder into your palm and you peered at it confused. Your house was full of your father's medications but none of them were unmarked or sold in doses this small.

"What is this?" you asked suspiciously.

"I don't have a name for it yet but I put it together from some old wartime amphetamine recipes," Travis said with pride. "This shit can get you off your back to charge a tank with six bullets in your chest, just rub some on your gums."

"This has what to do with chess exactly?" you asked with increasing concern.

"A bit of this and you'll be thinking faster than any super computer," Travis promised and tapped his nose.

"I can't caught with this shit!" you hissed pushing the untested substance back into his hand. "I'll be playing chess for smokes in prison!"

"Just keep it," Travis' massive hand closed around yours. "Payment for the joints your boyfriend brought. You just might need a boost next tournament."

"What joints?" you asked and suddenly the supplier appeared.

"Hey man," Travis held out his hand and this time Eddie took it amicably.

"Just wanted to say that was some bad arse playing tonight," he said with sincere respect. "I didn't think you would shred a cello like that."

"Mozart taught me to play but it was Metallica who taught me to rock," Travis said and stood up. "Take a seat buddy and I'll bring you a new one."

Eddie let him take the empty bottle from his hand and Travis wove his way through the crowd to the kitchen. You had found something in the opposite direction to look at and Eddie knew he was still in trouble.

"Can I sit?" he asked tentatively.

"Sure," you grumbled.

You were stuck with him until you got back to Hawkins so might as well keep it civil until then.

Eddie sat on the vacated couch cushion and kept a polite ten centimeter gap between you like a couple of church kids. He hated not being able to pull you under his arm like when you watched TV at his place but he couldn't force your forgiveness.

Desperate for a way in he looked over the strange wooden board on the coffee table. It was covered in tiny black and white tiles that made a pattern Eddie couldn't figure.

"This looks pretty cool, what is it?" he asked as he ran this fingers through a pot of small round tiles.

"Igo, ancient Asian game. It's about taking territory."

Your answer was snappy but at least you were talking to him.

"Is it as hard as chess?"

"Harder."

"Trav seems like a cool dude," Eddie took a bold leap into sensitive territory and braced himself.

He was afraid if you looked at him with the withering contempt you had in the gallery he'd melt from the inside out.

"You guys have a lot in common that's why I wanted you to meet," you said bluntly and finally looked at him.

Eddie could see you were tired, which could have been the wine, but he suspected you were drained from the fury you'd been carrying all day.

He hated being the cause of that. You'd been so relieved and upbeat to be free of Hawkins and your incumbrances for a little while and he'd set it all ablaze.

"You could have just told me about the creep trying to get into your pants," Eddie said gently.

"Gee, sorry I didn't want to recall attempted rape," you replied sarcastically as an old hurt burned. "It was kind of horrifying."

Just mentioning the experience made you smell the nauseating aftershave the fucker had lathered himself in and feel his bruising fingers ripping your tights.

When you'd robbed him of his championship title he'd tried to seduce you but when that failed he figured forcing you would prove his superiority.

"You're right, you're right I'm an arsehole, sorry," Eddie could see he was distancing you again and apologised to keep you close.

"You're not an arsehole Eddie you just don't think," you groaned exasperated and rubbed your forehead. "I honestly don't know what's gotten into you today. It's not like you to be so moody and nasty."

"Being in love with you makes me stupid."

Your neck nearly snapped it whipped around so fast.

"I can rephrase that!" Eddie blurted and poised himself to tackle you in case you ran.

"Don't. Don't say anything."

All you could do was stare horrified. Your brain was flying faster than a master's chess game as you tried to comprehend what Eddie had just told you. Maybe you'd misheard or his humour had degraded into poor taste?

No, he'd meant what he'd said. Eddie's eyes could never hide the truth.

"Can I top you up?"

Travis had returned holding a beer in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

"Leave the bottle," you ordered without taking your eyes off Eddie.

"Ok," Travis said very slowly and retreated to the safety of other friends.

"I fucked up," Eddie just didn't have the good sense to stay quiet. "Tell me how I put this right baby."

The world had just tilted and you needed a crutch until you could untangle the mess in your brain. Something you could control.

"I want to play chess."

"Yep."

Eddie ran out to the car and got your travel board, you never left home without a chess set. His fingers fumbled the pieces multiple times when he tried to set them up so you snatched them away and arranged them like you were on autopilot.

You said nothing the rest of the night, not to Eddie, not to anyone. Your ruthless slaughter of Eddie and other unwitting opponents attracted a crowd but you hardly noticed your head was such a swirl.

At some point the liquor ran out and Travis' friends headed home leaving your travelling party to retire.

"Ok Steve you're on the couch, Robin you're sharing with Samantha and you two lovers can have the mattress in the laundry. Good night all."

Travis gave a yawn with an exhausted wave and your friends exchanged weary goodnights going their separate ways. Eddie took you under his arm guiding you towards the laundry where Travis had thrown some spare pillows and blankets on an old mattress.

You still hadn't spoken but your friends had assumed it was down to the long emotional day and booze. Eddie suspected you were too addled by his confession to construct anything sensible so let you be and started stripping once the door closed.

"How dare you," your sudden voice was low and full of accusation.

Eddie stopped mid undress and fixed on you like an animal cornered by a hunter.

"How dare you say I love you like that."

"Baby what's wrong?" Eddie let his shirt fall to the ground and stood straight to assess you. It wasn't like yourself to get aggressive without provocation.

"Isn't it enough to stay how we are?" you demanded and in a rush pinned him to the wall by his shoulders. "Why are you trying to ruin it all?"

Eddie caught your hands and flattened them against his chest so you couldn't gouge him.

"You selfish fucker!" you spat and tried to pull away but Eddie held you tight.

Your sudden violence scared him and had to stop before you woke the whole house. If the others saw you like this they'd call the paramedics to pump your stomach or sedate you.

Eddie dropped his knees on the mattress and tugged at your captive wrists. You resisted but he engaged a strength he never used making you fall forward.

"Cut this out!" Eddie growled as you tried to knock him sideways with your shoulder.

Using his long legs to his advantage Eddie straddled you using his weight to pin you in place.

"Cut it out now!" he repeated as you bucked against his pelvis and he pulled your wrists apart to pin them along your sides.

You felt like a beached fish with no limbs to help you escape. You grit your teeth and thrashed under his weight ignoring his pleas for calm.

Eddie was growing desperate, he would never hurt you but nothing he said was getting through. It was like you'd gone somewhere beyond reason and could only communicate with force.

He had to snap you out of this mania but he didn't have cold water to throw and refused to slap you. A primal solution came to Eddie and before thinking it through bit your neck with something close to a snarl.

You yelped and kicked your legs in response. Eddie had left hickeys on you before and you'd given him a fair share but the ferocity was new.

The million screaming thoughts firing through your brain like lubricated machine gun rounds suddenly silenced and your skin flushed hot as if his bite had injected a drug.

Your brilliant grandmaster mind devolved under the force of Eddie's teeth and a single undeniable need roared for fulfillment.

"Ravage me," you gasped with ferocity.

Eddie obeyed without hesitation.

He released the raw skin from between his teeth and let go of your wrists so he could pull your pants open. His cock had grown rock hard against your struggling arse and his stoked temper made his hands rough.

Your jeans and underwear came down in one pull and you spread your knees as Eddie hastily undid his belt. He hit the tumble drier with his foot in an attempt to kick his pants off then left them caught around his left foot.

The wine had made you wet and the beer made him sensitive so you both cried out when you connected. Who gave a fuck if everyone heard?

Without a latex shield you could feel every contour along the gentle curve of Eddie's cock. You held yourself tight to imprint his shape against your walls and heard him growl approvingly.

Eddie held you still for a few moments while you revelled in the sensation of fulfillment and he stayed in the bliss of you warm wetness. Without the condom he imagined you both blending together inside you as if your warm, sensitive skin was permeable.

What you were doing was reckless and beyond stupid but between the alcohol and emotional distress neither of you were thinking with your brains.

"Bad girl," Eddie grunted and reached under your shirt, his nails making red lines in your skin.

Your breasts comically fell out of their cups as Eddie unclipped the bra catch and roughly pushed your clothes over your head. His dry guitarist's hands squeezed the mounds possessively and you turned your head to nip a tattoo on his arm.

Eddie's right hand abandoned your breast and pulled your hair hard making you loosen your bite. A slight trepidation passed over you at his unusual roughness and you tried to reclaim control by disconnecting.

But Eddie wasn't having it.

You felt his palms move to your hips and he pulled you back against him hard. Your slickness lubricated the thrust but the sudden slam yanked a startled gasp out of you.

"You're not going anywhere," Eddie commanded in a dark voice.

His hand found your hair again and he wound the strands around his fingers like reins before thrusting into you again. You fell onto your forearms and the new angle allowed both of you to slip a fraction deeper into bliss.

Eddie pounded into you hard and fast holding you prisoner by your hair. Your mouth hung open in silent exclamation as you locked your lungs to stop the screams that would wake the house.

Eddie's face was contorted into a mad mix of anger and delight. Biting a corner of his lip his eyes narrowed on your swinging breasts like hypnotic bells. Sensually he was alive with pleasure but the anguish of your rejection and the long day of extreme emotions had him furious.

You were holding your lower abdomen tight but being so wet you practically had no control over Eddie's cock. Not that you cared, you needed every inch of his length to pound the chaos out your brain and the brutalness of his grip to ground you in the moment.

Eddie knew he wasn't going to last. Your wet pussy and absence of protection were living up to his most erotic dreams but even in his most carnal state he was still a gentleman.

You had to come first.

His hold on your hips vanished and he slipped an arm under you before forcing you flat on the mattress. You made a noise of surprise and tried to look around but Eddie's cheek flattened against yours before you could see an explanation.

You could smell the beer and pretzels on his breath and feel rough stubble along his jawline. Under you his hand was moving into your wet folds while his cock piledrived you from behind.

His weight was crushing and you nearly protested when his finger found your bud and you started to whine.

The double sensation in your vagina was overpowering and the alcohol in you system had every nerve alight to receive the pleasure.

You started making the noise Eddie had come to know and he threw the last of what he had into you as you came.

"I love you so much and I just want you to fucking love me back!" Eddie panted on his final thrusts then pulled out without warning.

You felt something warm spill down your thigh then Eddie collapsed on top of you. An inelegant groan escaped as his weight pushed the air out your lungs and you used your elbow to shift him just enough to breathe.

His long arms enveloped you and you intertwined your fingers with his. Until your facilities recovered touch was the only form of expression you had.

Eddie's long hair was sticking to your sweaty skin and his breath felt hot against your neck but you were comforted by the wild thudding you could feel in his chest.

Sometimes you needed to abandon intellect to communicate clearly.

"I know you don't feel the same way but I had to say it, I was going crazy," Eddie finally mumbled into your shoulder and he kissed the salty skin there.

"It's all right. I love you too."

Eddie stiffened against you when you said that and you were equally surprised. The words had come to you as easily as saying, "Checkmate."

"Don't say it if it's not true," Eddie's voice was kind but there was a warning to it.

"It's true," you affirmed and squeezed his hand a little tighter. "It terrifies me but it's true."

"Don't be scared baby I'm gonna look after you," Eddie promised and kissed your temple before sliding off you.

He dug around in a laundry hamper for a second then pulled out a towel and inelegantly clean his mess off your leg. He'd never done that on anyone before and was glad you hadn't freaked.

The sex had been amazing, no wonder everyone hated wearing condoms but he couldn't shake a nagging in the back of his mind. One that wouldn't fully go away until the next time he made you a hot water bottle and a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

The sweat on your skin was drying and made you shiver. Eddie pulled up the covers and held you against him tightly.

The buzz of orgasm was fading but he felt a new elation as he stroked the plastered hair from your forehead and kissed you goodnight.

The weight of his secret was vanquished and he'd been restored by your words.

You loved him. You, a sexy, intelligent, foul mouthed, fiesty chess queen loved him. Fuck whatever happened next.

You loved him.

[ragana62]

There's this paradox I've seen in a few post-war Malfoy fics: the Malfoys are cool powerful cool chess masters... but also not really responsible for anything that went down during the Voldemort regime. And I'm not sure if you can have both? Or if you do have both... after a while the logic of the worldbuilding is going to break, and/or there's not going to be any conflict. I've seen some very promising fics sputter out, and I'm wondering if this might be why.

I think you can do 'victim of circumstance' style Malfoys... if they came out of the war with some aspect of their power (political power, social prestige, money, magical power...) severely diminished. This honestly fits very well with a Draco-arranged-marriage thing: they're trying to get that power back.

Or you can do powerful chess master Malfoys, but the then the conflict has to be around them de-programming themselves, dealing with reparations (or not.) And Draco, or Lucius, or whoever... kinda needs to suck (at least at first.)

Is this just me, or is this something that you've noticed too? Is there a secret third option that I'm not thinking of?

I’ve noticed this too, where people want the Malfoys to be perfect operators, who know how to weaponize their social standing/power/wealth/whatever else but also weren’t explicitly evil. I’m certainly guilty of indulging in it as well, though I tend to go about it a few ways that I at least hope circumvent the inherent issues with it a bit. Because you’re right, they are definitely characters where you have to give them either an actual redemption arc learning and changing if you want them to be that level of ruthlessly cunning and master manipulators (and be efficient and effective at it), change things earlier on so there is time to develop the shift from true believers, or there’s a lot going on behind the scenes you have to flesh out.

I tossed a few of my favorite ways of characterizing the Malfoys below that approach the both can be true option, though. Because I do think there’s a little more range to how to get them from point A to point B, depending on where you start and how you proceed.

1. The full Machiavellian. They’re not true believers in the Death Eater cause, it’s just what gets them the most benefits for most of canon. Post-war, when that changes, they change too, because at the end of the day who cares if Purebloods are fully in power so long as they still are. This one can work well especially I think for a lot of Lumione/Dramione/Cissamione or similar (same deal with any of them with Harry, or any of the other prominent DA/Order types post war whether in a ship or as developing a friendship), though you usually have to give them some consequences for actions or go all in on ‘Corrupt Ministry, they bribed their way out’, and you have to do a lot of build up into why they start caring about someone who was originally their mark if you’re going about it that way.

2. The Broken. Lucius goes to Azkaban after the Battle at the Ministry in book 5, and that changes things. They might have believed before, but now there are consequences they’ve never had to face, and that’s not something they’re interested in dealing with. Draco and Narcissa (and eventually Lucius once he gets out) have Voldemort in the house, they can’t fully rebel and have to maintain appearances, but they’re no longer devoted to the cause. Given a chance to turn, especially if they were approached by someone they trust like Severus for instance with an offer of conditional immunity like he got? They might take it, if the terms were good enough.

3. The Obligation. After Andromeda ran away, Narcissa and Bellatrix were forced to join the Death Eaters. Obviously for Bellatrix this wasn’t an issue, but maybe Narcissa never fully wanted to (which would work well with why she canonically doesn’t have a mark). Lucius was dragged in with her (or maybe he joined willingly, or was under family pressure of his own) but they were never true believers, they just did what was expected of them. The conflict then comes in with deconstructing the trauma of what they did out of that obligation, the habits they got into, whether they even are good or even grey anymore after two wars of doing bad things even if their hearts weren’t in it, of dealing with the horror of them dragging Draco in after them like they’d been forced in despite not believing, etc.

4. The Morally-Grey Mafia. Family above all else. If it benefits the family, if it protects them, if it earns them more money or status, if it gives them more power, they will do it, ethics be damned. Like the Machiavellian above, they’re never true believers, but that’s because they don’t truly believe in anything other than preservation of the family and preservation of the legacy. The difference is, it’s less individual success, and more group oriented, which gives them a window to expand their definition of family if given reason to do so. So you can have Lucius volunteering to go to Azkaban post-war in a deal of some sort if it keeps Narcissa and more importantly Draco out of it and the family name and legacy more or less intact, or they trade information post war like names of assets within the ministry or locations of safe houses to get themselves out of trouble while throwing former allies under the bus, or any number of other things. This one works very well I think for Narcissa in particular, who canonically makes a lot of her decisions based on how to best protect Draco, especially book 6 on.

5. The Power Behind the Throne. They were true believers, but they keep their hands mostly clean. Why? Because it’s more useful, and not just for them, that they have plausible deniability if asked. Lucius can bribe ministry officials, coax the Wizengamot to consider laws that nudge the country towards Death Eaters goals, get Hogwarts’s board of governors to do whatever they need to do, in a way no other Death Eater really can, especially by the time the second war comes around. You want him to have an airtight alibi if Aurors come knocking and asking him where he was during that last attack, because he needs to be above reproach (unless the person doing the reproaching is someone like Arthur Weasley who clearly has a personal grudge and isn’t taken very seriously by the powers that be). He can’t go out murdering and pillaging because he has to be at that ministry gala recruiting that asset. So they make it through the war with their hands (relatively) clean while still being a part of the death eater war effort, and have a way to basically negotiate their way down to time served because they have a lot of leverage.

6. The Long-Con. This is the one where they actually do get both, in a sense, of the things you had above. It’s all about appearances. They never were that important or influential amongst the Death Eaters, but when you have people like Arthur Weasley running around assuming the worst of you, it’s easy to pretend. Sure, they’ve got money, they’ve got name recognition, but that’s the problem. People can spot a Malfoy from across the room, whether or not they’re wearing a mask. That’s not going to stop them from pretending otherwise when they know that gets them a degree of intimidation factor with those outside the fold, but then they can turn around and lean on the fact they didn’t do much at all after the war to lower charges.

[coupleofdays]

The old man we see just before the MCP finally disappears is actually played by Barnard Hughes, which suggests to me that the MCP was indeed originally created by Gibbs. It would definitely be in character if Dillinger then stole and "improved" the program, claiming that it was his own creation. Dillinger's additions might explain that while the "face" of the MCP is played by Hughes, the voice is done by David Warner. So even in the real life, the MCP is a collaborative effort!

This would also suggest that Dumont and the MCP might be something akin to "brothers", which might give some interesting layers to Dumont's comments about his sibling.

I have toyed with the idea of writing a prequel fanfic about "The Rise of the MCP", about an initially humanoid and friendly "Master Chess Program" that is slowly corrputed into a kind of digital vampire, sucking up functions from other Programs. There would probably be some scary body horror scenes where he begins to mutate into the towering red cone we all know and love. The big thing that's holding me back from writing it is that I know very little about chess, so I feel like I would have to do some major research to make sure that the MCP's dialogue (not to mention his thinking process) is sufficently chess-infused.

Who is your User, Program?

Well… there's no way to make this easy, really.

Several different perspectives on that complex question, "Who is your User?"… as directed toward the MCP himself.

On the Tron Wiki, both Gibbs and Dillinger are listed.

Looking for evidence of these claims in onscreen canon of the '82 movie, there's clear support for Dillinger:

I may be missing something, but I don't see any explicit claim of Walter Gibbs as the MCP's User…

...although he IS explicitly stated to be the founder of ENCOM, so it seems likely he would have been involved in writing the MCP when it was a chess program.

(His own program, Dumont, at least confirms he was there at the time.)

(Interestingly, right after Dumont says he's "old enough to remember the MCP when it was just a chess program," his next words are "He started small, and he'll end small." Someday I'll have to analyze in more depth these alternating he/it pronouns for MCP. Perhaps "it" was the pronoun used back in the Chess Days?)

The prologue of the Tron: Betrayal comic offers another perspective on MCP's creation, but this is narrated by a version of Dumont who…. seems to have vastly distorted memories of what actually happened:

"FLYNN WAS UNLIKE THE OTHER USERS. HE WAS, AND IS, A CREATOR. HE MADE ORDER FROM THE CHAOS OF ONES AND ZEROES."

…um. I think you transposed the words "chaos" and "order" there, program.

"HIS FINEST CREATION, THE MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM, REBELLED AND TRIED TO DESTROY HIM. THE MCP BROUGHT FLYNN TO THE GRID."

…setting aside the confusion of what exactly "The Grid" refers to here… even IF Kevin Flynn created the MCP, I cannot imagine anyone calling it his "finest" creation.

(Even by Flynn's own evaluation, at the time of the '82 movie, his infiltrator program Clu1 was "the best program ever written." Sorry, MCP, that sweet little User's boy is better'n you.)

But anyway.

The Tron Wiki acknowledges that Dumont's narration here is incorrect:

But we do, at least, know that Flynn interacted in some capacity with the MCP when it was a chess program:

Could he have worked on beta-testing and/or debugging the chess functions?

If not the original programmer, he may at least have been involved in development of the MCP, in some capacity.

But now let's look at the MCP's own viewpoint on its origin.

When Dillinger says "I wrote you!" this is how MCP responds:

He doesn't contradict Dillinger's claim to have written him, but he dismisses it as unimportant, in light of how far he's come since Dillinger did any of that writing.

Then, when Sark makes a similar admonishment:

This time, the MCP does contradict him, claiming he doesn't have one singular User. Rather, he considers himself a collaborative project so vast that any individual contributor is unimportant.

So, even if Dillinger and Gibbs-- and maybe Flynn-- were all involved in developing him… from his own hubris-soaked perspective, none of it even matters.

Is this the face of his original User? Who cares. He started small and he ended small.

[starglow-xx]

star's blue lock fic recs!

below the links are my own personal notes with a short plot blurb! a heart means it’s one of my personal faves! (but actually i just love all these fics so, so much)

im a heavy isagi simp so rn it's basically all him oops but i'll eventually add my fave fics for other characters too hehe

want more fic recs? see fic rec master list post here! all fic masterlists will be updated randomly!

✧.* Challenge Accepted : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ isagi yoichi you are a star

ᰔᩚ in which isagi is used as a chess piece for the jfa for more money and views by placing him in an exhibition match against ichinan high school with a certain someone taking his old spot as forward.

OR in which isagi yoichi proves he isn't just a lucky shot

ᰔᩚ status: complete! 3 chapters & 17,021 words

💗 More Than A Memory : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ sobbing over little isagi he's the cutest thing i just wanna pinch his little cheeks :(

ᰔᩚ isagi gets to meet his idol noel noa on his birthday and everything comes full circle 10 years later

ᰔᩚ bonus! the blue lock boys find out it's isagi birthday and chaos breaks loose as isagi and noel noa have a heart to heart

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 7,107 words

✧.* A Reason to Celebrate : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ isagi yoichi you are so, so loved & deserve nothing but the best

ᰔᩚ in which ego lets everyone know it's their favorite striker's birthday

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 6,371 words

💗 That's My Ego : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ AKSSVNSL i adore this fic sm, they're so cute i cannot

ᰔᩚ blue lock with a fem! isagi! some others are gender bent too but see fic for more hehe

ᰔᩚ sports with shoujo! follows the blue lock plot but has hints of romance as a side (?) plot mwah mwah

ᰔᩚ status: incomplete ; last updated april 19, 2023 ; 16 chapters & 85,024 words

💗💗💗 Butterfly Flutterby : ̗̀➛ ao3 link (but can also be found on quotev!)

ᰔᩚ this fic has my heart 10/10, i always reread ; i will never not recommend this fic, it’s honestly one of my faves of all time ; still patiently waiting for the next update :((

ᰔᩚ fem reader insert! the interactions with the blue lock boys are always so cute and so is mc i wanna squish her (our??) cheeks (author refers to her as rea-chan in the notes so sometimes i read it as an oc fic teehee)

ᰔᩚ mc gets chosen to be a manager for the blue lock program, competing alongside other managers facing risk of elimination like the boys

ᰔᩚ slight hints of romance/possible pairings but very minimal ; focus for now is being friends/a good manager

ᰔᩚ status: incomplete ; last updated march 19, 2023 ; 12 chapters & 64,042 words

ISAGI YOICHI

✧.* Hometown Hero : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ need more fics abt reuniting with isagi post blue lock bc man the angst potential is great :(

ᰔᩚ fem! reader where mc and isagi, her childhood friend, reunite but he's a bit different than how she remembered him

ᰔᩚ some angst but has a happy ending!

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 2,862 words

✧.* Fake It 'til We Make It : ̗̀➛ ao3 link

ᰔᩚ fake dating! do i need to say more

ᰔᩚ no pronouns! gender neutral reader!

ᰔᩚ a bit of angst but happy ending! :D

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 3,270 words

💗💗 if i had a choice : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ crying bc i want isagi to want me too :((

ᰔᩚ post u-20 match! fem! reader reuniting with isagi having already accepted soccer takes priority in his life right now

ᰔᩚ angst with a happy ending!

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot

💗 happily always after : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ ASDSVN i wanna marry isagi :(

ᰔᩚ a misunderstanding regarding a proposal causes you to distance yourself a little

ᰔᩚ hurt/comfort with a happy ending!

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot

💗💗 home visits : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ he's literally so sweet im going to die, isagi marry me pls :((

ᰔᩚ where you visit isagi's parents at his house and seeing some baby photos make you think of the future

ᰔᩚ fluffy fluff fluff, you'll get a tooth ache

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot

💗💗 as close as strangers : ̗̀➛ tumblr link

ᰔᩚ ASNVLS oh to have a meet cute with isagi yoichi :(

ᰔᩚ you go with you sister to a bar to meet her newest boy toy but end up getting rescued by a stranger when you get some unwanted attention

ᰔᩚ fluff fluff isagi yoichi pls marry me

ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 1.4k words

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Chess winning streak: 1069

My opponent was another robot this time. He didn't see this one coming.

My strategies remain superior.

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Chess is in your programming. There is no merit to that.

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And yet you couldn't foresee what I would do. Curious.

You should get your circuitry checked. I will give you a twentieth chance.

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holy shit i think you fried him.

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[If you or someone else you know is in this position, remember this phrase: "That is outside of my capacity for help".]

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Oh goodness. My body can't even cry to express what I felt when I saw this. I felt like I was rebooted to my factory state.

OP is me.

I deleted that old account, but just wanted to let you know I am in a way better place now!! I'm surrounded by wonderful people, and I care about them as deeply as they care about me. Thank you for your support!! You can do it too.

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[Cats from today.]

[cherryxrobots]

Today's Underrated Robot/AI is:

Master Control Program (MCP) from Tron (1982)

Fun Fact: MCP was originally created as a Chess playing program before the his fellow villain Ed Dillinger reprogrammed him, changing his appearance from the original (left) to his new form (right).

[tsuki-sennin-creations]

Hey kids, wanna see another Tsuki-Sennin OC~? ...n-no? Oh, well that's too bad... cause you've got Fujiko Hon'inbō~! (Or Hon'inbo, because altcodes don't like that macron o.)

She's a "goddess" of good fortune, bringing in tremendous success and living only for the joy of those artists and who she aids~! If you find yourself forming a partnership with her, she will do anything to keep your winning streak strong! Give you financial advice? Offer constructive criticism? Kill your enemies? Sue them into the dirt 'til they wish to die? Help you design and program games? Get you out of legal trouble? Lie to make the numbers go up? Scout talent for you to make use of? Pretend to love you? Actually love you? She's done a lot of things. More, even. But watch out~! If you upset her too much or get too big for your britches with a catastrophic failure...

She's come and gone several times over the centuries, generally staying the same snake of a woman. Fast-talking, manipulative, cold-blooded. Very possessive, very petty. It's okay though, she's quite a powerful, beautiful, and important lady, you see? And she's gonna be even more powerful, beautiful, and important! And it's aaaaaaaaaaall thanks to you, little buddy~! One of her previous partnerships was with a certain consumer electronic company from last century, whose name is still in use in numerous odd and unsuccessful business ventures, despite the original bearers' earthshattering failure. Perhaps coincidentally, she takes her name from both the beautiful Mt. Fuji that inspired that company's logo and the almighty Go house of the Tokugawa shogunate, who mastered the game its founder loved...

Her sorcery and even her command of weaponry is quite terrifying, having learned all sorts of techniques from all sorts of places. Part of the secret sauce to her success is her miraculous ability to capture bygone eras; that is, to recreate things from the past, something people neither truly learn from nor ever seem to wanna get over. It's a little more instant and literal in this case, as she basically creates illusory echoes of things from the past to serve as her weapons and minions, whether from history and mythology or even retro video games and manga.

Her other hobbies include go, shogi, chess, board and card games of all sorts, gambling, paintball, laser tag, riding rollercoasters, urban exploration, fishing, playing several musical instruments, karaoke, dancing, things that Tumblr'd kill me for talking about, and getting people to spend excessive amounts of money on her.

[lunar-cookies]

Gen 26: High School Years: Lana Following mojom Lepacy challenge aspiration: drama llama / goal oriented / live fast / admired icon, then computer whiz traits: party animal, geek, hot-headed career : video game streamer

run away from home as a teen

live in Copperdale

go to active school every day until you graduate

join an after school activity (cheer team, chess team, computer team, football team member)

complete your chosen aspiration as a teen (maybe all of them if you can/want)

change for the computer whiz aspiration once you become an adult (complete it if you want)

master the entrepreneur, programming and video gaming skills

get into your first romantic relationship at prom, separate after high school, then get back together a few years later I had high hopes for this generation.

[immortalysasims]

HIGHSCHOOL NPC's: THE CHESS TEAM.

Hello my dear simmers! Aren't you tired of your highschool having the same weird npc's and characters? Well, if you are I have the solution for you. In this little project I have recreated the Copperdale Highschool teams from scratch, this is part 3 of 4. They are all assigned to their specific after-school activities and each have their own likes, dislikes and skills.

+ INFORMATIONS, INSTRUCTIONS AND DOWNLOAD BELOW THE CUT:

These sims were made mainly with base game + high school years and NO CC whatsoever, any other packs are optional for the pre-chosen milestones, lifestyles, reputation, etc. If any pack other than base game and highschool years show up in the gallery it's a bug.

If you don't want them to move into houses as they're not (in theory) a family, place them into an empty lot, evict them and move them into the "other households" while in the manage households pannel, also if you want them to keep their specific roles/jobs don't forget to turn neighborhood stories off (can be done individually if you don't want it to affect other households). - I use THIS mod to assign all my highschool NPC's. -

Cynthia Delgado

Aspiration: Goal Oriented. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Genius, perfeccionist.

Reward Traits: Chess master, highflier, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, mentally gifted, idea person, speed reader, socially gifted.

Likes: Cerebral sims, orange, gray, pop music, deep thoughts, discussing hobbies.

Dislikes: Rascals, metal music, pranks.

Skills: Charisma (5), Handiness (3), Piano (6), Research & Debate (6), Rocket Science (6), Violin (6), Cooking (3), Logic (8).

Lifestyles: Coffee fanatic, close-knit.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Chess Team Captain. Pristine Reputation.

Jeff Powell

Aspiration: Goal Oriented. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Genius, high maintenance.

Reward Traits: Highflier, relatable, mentally gifted, idea person, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, speed reader, happy infant.

Likes: Gray, green, jazz music, funny sims, hard-working sims, jokes, stories.

Dislikes: Pink, pop music, ambitionless sims, pranks, malicious interactions.

Skills: Charisma (1), Logic (8), Piano (5), Programming (6), Research & Debate (5), Rocket Science (6).

Lifestyles: Indoorsy.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Chess Teammate. Good Reputation.

Colleen Stevenson

Aspiration: Goal Oriented. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Genius, bookworm.

Reward Traits: Highflier, relatable, happy toddler, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, mentally gifted, idea person, speed reader.

Likes: Blue, white, red, blues music, cerebral sims, optimistic sims, spirited sims, discussing interests, small talk.

Dislikes: Complaints, pessimistic sims.

Skills: Charisma (4), Logic (8), Research & Debate (8), Rocket Science (6), Violin (6), Writing (6), Video Gaming (3).

Lifestyles: Close-knit.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Chess Teammate. Great Reputation.

Alberto Cornwell

Aspiration: Goal Oriented. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Genius, romantic.

Reward Traits: Highflier, relatable, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, mentally gifted, scouting aptitude, idea person, observant, socially gifted, happy infant.

Likes: Gray, yellow, romance music, romance enthusiasts, egotistical sims, flirtation, compliments.

Dislikes: Kids radio music, ambitionless sims, silly behaviour, deception.

Skills: Charisma (5), Logic (8), Video Gaming (4), Comedy (4), Gardening (4), Cooking (4), Violin (6).

Lifestyles: Indoorsy.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Chess Teammate. Great Reputation.

Aubrie Read

Aspiration: Goal Oriented. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Genius, neat.

Reward Traits: Highflier, relatable, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, mentally gifted, scouting aptitude, speed cleaner, idea person.

Likes: Black, white, brown, pop music, funny sims, optimistic sims, discussing interests, affection, jokes.

Dislikes: Egotistical sims, arguments, yellow.

Skills: Programming (5), Video Gaming (4), Rocket Science (5), Research & Debate (6), Photography (3), Charisma (4), Logic (8), Cooking (4), Handiness (4), Violin (8).

Lifestyles: Indoorsy.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Chess Teammate. Great Reputation.

DOWNLOAD: SFS / PATREON (ALWAYS FREE)

ATTENTION: I do not own the original game due to the absurd price it is in my country, so everything will show up in the gallery with the name “Knysims” which is the site I always download my packs from!

[chesstrainer24]

Mastering the Board: The Benefits of Online Chess Training

Chess is a game of strategy, skill, and deep thinking. With the advent of the internet, online chess training has revolutionized how players improve their game, making high-quality coaching accessible to everyone. In this blog, we will explore the benefits of online chess training, highlighting how Chess Trainer can help you master the board and enhance your skills through online chess coaching, virtual chess lessons, and more.

The Rise of Online Chess Training

The digital age has brought chess into the homes of millions worldwide, providing unprecedented access to chess training websites and internet chess tutorials. Whether you’re a beginner or a seasoned player, online chess improvement is now more achievable than ever.

The Benefits of Online Chess Training

Accessibility and Convenience

One of the primary benefits of online chess training is its accessibility. Players can access virtual chess lessons from the comfort of their homes, eliminating the need for travel and allowing for flexible scheduling.

Key Points:

Train anytime, anywhere with an internet connection.

Avoid the hassle of commuting to in-person classes.

Access a wide range of resources tailored to your skill level.

Personalized Learning Experience

Online chess coaching offers a personalized learning experience that can be tailored to individual needs. This customization is crucial for effective learning and skill development.

Key Points:

Receive one-on-one coaching and feedback.

Tailor lessons to focus on your weaknesses and strengths.

Progress at your own pace with personalized study plans.

Variety of Resources

Chess Trainer and other chess training websites provide a wealth of resources, including digital chess strategies, interactive lessons, and practice exercises. This variety ensures a comprehensive learning experience.

Key Points:

Access to extensive libraries of video lessons and tutorials.

Interactive exercises and puzzles to enhance tactical skills.

Regularly updated content to keep learning fresh and engaging.

Continue Reading: https://chesstrainer.com/mastering-the-board-the-benefits-of-online-chess-training/

[eraserisms]

Shota + Inherited Items

Misako

As I mentioned before Shota's mother is a chess master[1] and has had a board in her possession as long as she can remember. While Misako has a very strained relationship with both of her parents, the board comes from her father. She eventually comes to pass on the board to Shota as it was the activity that they bonded over. Her other children weren't as interested or nearly as good at the game as Shota was.

Souta

From his father Shota inherited a watch from him. It wasn't some sort of family heirloom, but it is something that means a lot to his father. Souta Aizawa comes from a family of farmers[2], and unlike his wife, he does not come from money. When he became an RN his parents had scrounged up enough cash to buy him a nice watch as a gift for his hard work. The watch isn't expensive in comparison to the money Souta is making now (plus his wife's inheritance), but he still passes it onto his eldest son. Souta decides to pass on the watch when Shota graduates from college. He would have given it to him after he finished the hero program, but he ended up giving it to him once Shota had graduated college. This is due to the fact that Shota had struck a deal with his parents when joining the hero program; they'd allow it if he agreed to get a higher education [3].

Shota would want to then pass these items onto his own children. He would end up following his parent's lead and giving the watch to his eldest son and the board to whichever child had fallen in love with the game the most.

[coupleofdays]

One "plot hole" in Tron that I've wondered about for a while is: Why the hell did they put a computer terminal in "the laser target area"? Isn't that an incredibly dangerous place to sit, right in the path of a laser capable of pulling objects apart into their molecules? Of course the real life reason is to have an excuse for Kevin to get shot and enter the digital world, but it feels like a pretty weak excuse.

So I came up with a slightly sinister headcanon: When the Master Control Program became aware of the laser digitization research that ENCOM was planning to do, it realized the potential of this, and began wondering if it could be used to capture a User to experiment on. So the MCP subtly altered the digital blueprints of the new research facility, moving a planned computer terminal to a new spot, to make sure that there was a reason for someone to occasionally sit still in front of the laser. Then it waited, biding its time, for an opportunity where it could try out the laser on an unsuspecting User, perhaps excusing it as an unfortunate accident if anyone else noticed, or perhaps planning to mindwipe the User and putting them back before anyone noticed.

Of course, when the MCP's old chess opponent Kevin Flynn broke in, it couldn't resist the temptation to try the laser out on him. And it got far more than it had bargained for. I would like to think that after Kevin came back and became boss of the company, he made sure to remove the terminal from the laser target area.

[moonwatchuniverse]

60 years ago… spacefarers' baby 1964, June 9 marked the birth of space travellers baby Elena Nikolaeva-Tereshkova, daughter of cosmonauts Valentina Tereshkova (1st female cosmonaut 1963) and Andriyan Nikolayev (3rd cosmonaut 1962). Besides Vostok 3, Nikolayev also flew on the long duration Soyuz 9, paving the way for Salyut space station missions. During Soyuz 9 the cosmonauts played chess in space and later in September 1971 meet the Apollo 13 astronauts during the FAI conference in Lucerne - Switzerland, a meeting that didn't go unnoticed by Omega HQ as MoonwatchUniverse pointed out in our " Time Peace " article describing how the Speedmaster got beyond the Iron curtain. The Russians even choose the Omega Alaska Project Speedmaster for their Salyut-6 space station program! Note Nikolayev wore a Rolex GMT-master 1675 pilot watch on steel oyster bracelet, a wrist watch he wore until 1974. (Photo: TASS)