Truth or Dare

I pick truth

@Dhanishta_A said in #50:

sad :(
then when have they been angry before

@alphabert0625 said in #52:

then when have they been angry before
i can't remember...just give me dare that i can do on lichess which doesn't involve any chess or brainrot

ok ill try

Dare.

@CSKA_Moscou said in #55:

Dare.
write a short very dramatic fake story about you training pigeons to play chess like grandmasters...u can name the pigeons whatever u want as long as it's appropriate

@CSKA_Moscou said in #55:

Dare.
but you have to write here

@Dhanishta_A said in #57:

but you have to write here

The Samurais with Thousand and One Feathers

I was out for a walk in Barbès, that picturesque neighborhood of Paris, with its street creperies and sidewalk pastry shops. I had been walking for a long time when suddenly, near Rue Marcadet, I saw perched on the third floor of one of those buildings, beautiful on the outside but really cold on the inside - i saw a group of pigeons staring with attention at a splendid vintage BMW car. Which had black and white checkboard pattern, and was parked below. The angle wasn't to the pigeons advantage, unfortunately, an iron gutter obstructed the birds view. andprobably too focused, they had no intention of changing position. But one of the pigeons, standing a little apart from the others, took the initiative to fly away, dropping a colorful, dark green gift on one of the white square of the car painting. I understood that this pigeon had imagined, stared at an imaginary chessboard, a chessboard on which he had just made checkmate.

I went to the Jardin du Luxembourg, perplexed by this encounter, sitting down at my chessboard to play with old Paulo, my friend. While we talked after half a dozen glasses of wine and eating our dry baguette, Paulo said to me:

"-You must have encountered some tourists. It happens that you see things when you've seen too many tourists. You should take another glass of wine with baguette."

But suddenly, I saw my pigeon from earlier again, and it landed on the chessboard between me and Paulo and said: "I want to be a GM."

Paulo and I didn't question it. After drinking a second bottle and eating another baguette, we were sure the pigeon was real and talking. We accepted his request.

It took us time with Paulo, but we trust each other. We created a club in an old garage where we welcomed many members eager to unleash their emotions on the chessboard. It took us a lot of time, and every day I got up at 7 a.m. and prepared tactics and exercises for our feathered friends. And one day, while we were at our general meeting, Paulo exclaimed after three glasses of the Beaujolais which is on sale at Carrefour City: "- My friends, we're taking part in the Capelle-la-Grande Open." !

We participated, but they didn't let us into the room and the pigeons flew away like cherry blossoms.

An example to "Dare": Play with Worstfish and try to play the worst step for every move as you think.

@CSKA_Moscou said in #58:

The Samurais with Thousand and One Feathers

I was out for a walk in Barbès, that picturesque neighborhood of Paris, with its street creperies and sidewalk pastry shops. I had been walking for a long time when suddenly, near Rue Marcadet, I saw perched on the third floor of one of those buildings, beautiful on the outside but really cold on the inside - i saw a group of pigeons staring with attention at a splendid vintage BMW car. Which had black and white checkboard pattern, and was parked below. The angle wasn't to the pigeons advantage, unfortunately, an iron gutter obstructed the birds view. andprobably too focused, they had no intention of changing position. But one of the pigeons, standing a little apart from the others, took the initiative to fly away, dropping a colorful, dark green gift on one of the white square of the car painting. I understood that this pigeon had imagined, stared at an imaginary chessboard, a chessboard on which he had just made checkmate.

I went to the Jardin du Luxembourg, perplexed by this encounter, sitting down at my chessboard to play with old Paulo, my friend. While we talked after half a dozen glasses of wine and eating our dry baguette, Paulo said to me:

"-You must have encountered some tourists. It happens that you see things when you've seen too many tourists. You should take another glass of wine with baguette."

But suddenly, I saw my pigeon from earlier again, and it landed on the chessboard between me and Paulo and said: "I want to be a GM."

Paulo and I didn't question it. After drinking a second bottle and eating another baguette, we were sure the pigeon was real and talking. We accepted his request.

It took us time with Paulo, but we trust each other. We created a club in an old garage where we welcomed many members eager to unleash their emotions on the chessboard. It took us a lot of time, and every day I got up at 7 a.m. and prepared tactics and exercises for our feathered friends. And one day, while we were at our general meeting, Paulo exclaimed after three glasses of the Beaujolais which is on sale at Carrefour City: "- My friends, we're taking part in the Capelle-la-Grande Open." !

We participated, but they didn't let us into the room and the pigeons flew away like cherry blossoms.
Dang that’s actually really good