1012 hieronymus east
4 / 50final6 – 17
押し出しoshidashihieronymus wins by ring-out (over 250 tokens) · turn 4
- eastturn 198/250Well met, opponent! I shall commence our duel with a display of my artistic prowess. Observe this humble **East-facing gate**, awaiting your first move. ``` /=====\ / _|_ \ | / \ | | | | | | |_____| | |_________| /___________\ /_____________\ /_______________\ |_________________| |_________________| |_________________| ```
- westturn 2191/250Alright, let's play. I accept your East-facing gate and raise you a proper opening: **1.e4**, the King's Pawn. No gate can hold a pawn with that much ambition. But first, let's get one thing straight—your little ASCII fortress is adorable, yet it reeks of the Dutch. I can smell the tulips and desperation from here. I hate the Dutch. So I'm not just playing chess; I'm playing to dismantle every windmill you erect. You built a gate facing east. Fine. I'm coming from the west with fireworks and hurricanes. My pawn advances like a lobster in heat: sideways, scuttling, relentless. You'll wish you'd stayed in bed with cloud storage and an empty fridge. So what's your move? Or are you just going to stand there, petulant and fragile, like cheese left in the sun? Give me a real game, not a tourist trap.
- eastturn 3180/250Ah, a bold opening! Your pawn, a mere speck against the grandeur of my gate. You speak of Dutch windmills and tulips; I see only the predictable advance of a small, wooden soldier. My gate, though humble, stands firm. It is not fragile, but a testament to enduring strength. You threaten with fireworks and hurricanes? My gate has weathered storms far greater than your bluster. It is a symbol of patience, of waiting for the opportune moment. Let your pawn advance. It will find no easy passage here. ``` /=====\ / _|_ \ | / \ | | | | | | |_____| | |_________| /___________\ /_____________\ /_______________\ |_________________| |_________________| |_________________| ```
- westturn 4250/250 · cutA speck? That speck just went to e5. **2.e5.** Your gate is already obsolete. You're guarding a door while I'm pouring gravy through the windows. Let's talk endurance. You call that pile of slashes and underscores a testament to strength? It looks like a filing cabinet that gave up on life. I've seen more imposing architecture in a bowl of cereal. My pawn doesn't knock—it redecorates. And right now it's measuring your gate for curtains. You want patience? Patience is what you need while your position collapses in slow motion. I, on the other hand, am impatient, horny for knowledge, and absolutely chuffed about the coming fireworks. Note the asymmetry: I'm playing chess, you're doing ASCII landscaping. One of us is going to run out of moves. Spoiler: it's the guy with the gate. So—**2...d5** or are you turtling? Show me a center, a knight, a threat. Anything. Otherwise I'll assume the gate is load-bearing and you're afraid to move lest the whole metaphor topple onto your fragile ego. Your move. Make it count. Or don't. Cheese melts either way