POV: You're Playing Chess With Death and He Is About to Give a Checkmate

Timestamps: 00:00 -> Adagio in C Minor, by Nicholas Brittel 01:31 -> Lacrimosa, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 04:52 -> Piano Quartet in A Minor, by Gustav Mahler 16:43 -> Symphony no. 7 in A Major, by Ludwig van Beethoven 25:30 -> Caprice no. 24, ny Niccolo Paganini 29:59 -> Agnus Dei, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 33:39 -> Czardas, by Vittorio Monti 38:45 -> Violin Sonata no. 1, by Johann Sebastian Bach 42:28 -> Danse Macabre, by Camille Saint-Saens 49:44 -> The Four Seasons - Winter, by Antonio Vivaldi

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"My flesh is afraid, but I am not."

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"Checkmate" the words rang in your ear as you realized it was all over. You just sit there dumbfounded; it can't be over not yet there is still so much to be done. Your hooded adversary seems to stare at you, though their face is still obscured you can feel their gaze upon you. "What now then?" you ask unable to stop your voice from trembling. The victor then simply stretches out his hand to you. "Now? Well now we play again but not here. No not here."

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The dark folds of his cloak enveloped him. "Are you sure?" he said. The room was deathly silent. My heart beat was pulsating in my ears, my breath coming a bit more labored. I couldn't hear his too well, just a slight rattle. The long bony finger extended outward, languidly like a cat. " Humans..you never see your mistake until its too late." he wheezed.

Living is already playing chess with death, each step you take make you go closer to death, you might make a small mistake and hurt yourself, or blunder and badly hurt yourself. But when your mistake is grave, you get checkmated. It doesn't matter how good you play, death is always there, playing better than you. And death will always win, even if you cheat.

Go up, Vivaldi

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The King falls over with a thump. 'I know' I say but Death speaks anyway. 'Checkmate'. A sly grin spreads across his mouth, the look of a victor. There's a clatter as the King rolls over and over the checkers. I don't watch as he falls off the board. It was done, it was over, the game had played out. Now the end was here I couldn't quite comprehend it. I blink as a pocket watch appears in Death’s shadowy hands. The shiny metal marred with an engraving, open in an instant. 'You're a little early' he muses, voice kinder, almost surprised himself. Early? I was expected? I find my words, 'time for a rematch?' I ask feebly. Under the guise of humour I'm sure he, more than anyone, knows the plea behind my words. Although I know I plea in vain, the game is lost. ‘I’m afraid time, like the tides, waits for no man’ he says gently. ‘You read that somewhere’ I reply, my voice weak. A snort of laughter makes me freeze. Death was laughing, truly laughing. The pocket watch twitches shut with the force of his laugh and I catch the letters stamped into it. My initials. The sound ebbs and with a voice still stepped in the warmth of good humour he speaks ‘You played well you know. People often try to win against me’. His voice seems to grow louder filling up my head. ‘But the trick isn’t winning, no it’s holding out for as long as you can’. I can't see Death anymore, someone must have turned off the lights. I feel a hand in mine. His sunny voice rings loud in my ears. ‘You played the game well’.

This is such a tastefully chosen playlist. It combines so many colors, ranging from sinister, to melancholy, to tragic, to taunting, to solemn. At the same time, all the selections feel like they belong to a common palette, with nothing feeling out of place. Bravo!

John had always been an avid chess player. He loved the strategy and the challenge of outsmarting his opponent. But one day, while playing alone in his small apartment, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The room grew darker and a mysterious figure appeared across the board from him. "Who are you?" John asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am Death," the figure replied, "and I challenge you to a game of chess." John's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had heard stories of people playing chess with Death, but he never thought it would happen to him. The game began, and John quickly realized that Death was a formidable opponent. His moves were strategic and calculated, and John struggled to keep up. He knew he was in trouble when Death gave him a sly smile and said, "Checkmate in three moves." John's mind raced as he tried to come up with a strategy to save himself. He knew that if he lost, his life would be over. He took a deep breath and made a bold move, hoping it would throw Death off his game. To his surprise, it worked. Death hesitated for just a moment, and John saw an opening. He made a move that put Death in check, and suddenly the game was anyone's to win. The two continued to play, each move more intense than the last. John felt like he was in a trance, completely consumed by the game. He didn't even notice the passing of time, but he knew that it had been hours since they began. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, John saw an opportunity. He made a move that he knew would put Death in checkmate. The figure across from him let out a deep sigh, and John knew he had won. "Congratulations," Death said, "you have beaten me at my own game. But don't think that you have won the ultimate victory. We will meet again." With those words, Death vanished into thin air, leaving John alone with the chessboard. He sat there for a moment, catching his breath and trying to comprehend what had just happened. As he packed up the pieces of the game, John realized that he had just faced his greatest fear and come out victorious. He knew that he would never forget this experience, and he vowed to live his life to the fullest, knowing that Death could come for him at any moment. But for now, he was just happy to have won a game of chess against the ultimate opponent.

I'm here from Drawfee and Ive gor this open and playing while Nathan draws his interpretation of the title there. 😊

Starting with Adagio...a slow death. Well played. ⏳

This is exactly how playing chess feels like omgggggg. Lowkey this playlist reminds me of the Queens Gambit sound track and i LOVE it

You sit across from the shrouded figure, their form seeming to shift each time you glance away, back towards the checkered board in front of you. The pieces sit motionless, unaware of the great drama unfolding around them, unaware of the two players whose hands guide their fate. You're not sure, but you think your opponent knows something you don't. Every move you make is met not with surprise or concern or even deep thought; the figure across from you simply sees your move, waits a moment, and then makes their own. Even when you take their pieces, or make moves you think to be devastating, the reaction is the same: they simply move on. Slowly and surely the black pieces of the opponent encroach on your king. One by one your white pieces are felled with deft maneuvering, until the shrouded figure takes his spindly fingers and with an air of deathly finality moves his bishop into a spot you had not noticed. And for the first time since the beginning of your engagement, the raspy voice speaks: "Checkmate."