Genghis Khan and Alexander sit down for a match; Alex protests, you can’t employ your horse in diagonal slashing patterns--but Khan has learned to intimidate, 'I curse your bloody rules, and I’ll best you in the manner of my choosing.' 'Ha remember I murdered Darius in front of his troops and I can do the same to you Mr. K…'
The Mongol and the Macedonian Greek, bickering for a week, juggling cavalries and castles, the questionable value of the bishop vs the necessities of a queen; hey look the pawns are almost gone. Finally Khan’s queen knight to king bishop four and so much for the phalanx--Alex smashes the board in an epileptic fit, and the empire’s diced up by his minions.
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