Put a Knight through your Chess

Ah, Chess. I’m not good at it but I’m fond of you through helping me get past tough times. Whenever I get too depressed, I always play a game or two with a friend. It eases the mind by:

1. Focusing on the Game

2. Chew the Fat with Friends

3. A Nice Change of Pace from other Activities

And I like having a really nice wooden board and pieces to play on, it adds class to my life. And we all need to feel fancy every once in a while. And if you noticed, the title for this post is a play on words. Put a Knight through your Chess sounds like Put a Knife through your Chest, doesn’t it? Anyhow, I think I might play a game on Chess.com. It’s a very nice site to play Chess on. You can learn better tactics through lessons from videos and/or mentors, as well as playing a few games with your friends. Best of all, it’s free! Find me* on there, and I might just play a game with you.

~Ronzil

Tick Tock, Another Notch on the Clock

Some time has passed since my last post (again) and my depression started to hit the projected slump. I get really depressed and cynical this time of year due to a close family member’s death and years of disappointment. Roll the clock back to 2004- 10 Years ago. I was elated to finally become an Uncle, a title I proudly wear even today, with my sister Jenn bearing her first of two; a wonderful daughter that is Alyssa. But sadly true happiness never lasts as my maternal Grandmother’s illness finally escalated to the point on which she required life support…. She asked the doctor to pull the plug, as dying was causing too much pain…. Fast forward to today, I’m almost in tears typing about my Grandmom. And my depression kicks in mainly because of that. And that’s how I’ll end this post.

Of Myths and Car Jacking

Turn back the clock to April 2009. I was in Devereux and I just bought a brand stinking new game, a first and only, really. I was reading up on the game from Game Informer and being a long-time fan of the series, wanted to check it out and take her for a spin. The title? Grand Theft Auto: Chinatown Wars. It was feature packed for a Nintendo DS game, scratch that, any handheld game at the time that wasn’t made by Nintendo itself. I loved it dearly. Being in a state placement setting I was bullied into sharing it unwillingly to those assholes I called “peers”. I played it day in and day out whenever I had a spare moment, slowing racking the game completion percentage to 100%. I downloaded 2 “DLC” missions and beat them quickly as well. I didn’t cheat the entire time as a personal challenge, but some punk stole it while I was sleeping, and got arrested, in turn losing all my weapons (including a rare katana you can only get in this one mission) my drug stash for the DrugWars minigame, and a pretty big sum of my cash I was saving for that last 1%. I was devastated, and going against my goal, cheated to get as close as I was before. All the while, the program admin and my Children & Youth worker were fighting over the right for me to play the game. The admin had two solid points: 1. I spent a month’s worth of allowance to buy it & 2. My violent activities actually went down while playing the game, causing it to be a coping mechanism. And just when I beat the game, the CYS worker, who finally won the match against the program admin, got my game, and gave it to my family. She said when I got out of care, I could have it back. Well, my mother and sister played hot potato with it and when I got out of care briefly in 2010, the game was MIA to my disappointment. Fast forward to today, in August 2014. My sister found the game this Tuesday after half a decade later in my Mom’s room, much to my enjoyment. I was elated with happiness. I began anew with the save file, for one reason being I forgot some story plots, and another being to beat without the use of cheat codes. I am feeling good.