Beneath the throne the bodies of your pieces will pile up along with your sins. You must not lose. If the king is taken the game is over. I will not stop. I will not regret moves that have allowed me to advance. Therefore….. If it’s your wish, I will follow you everywhere even if your throne crumbles, and your shiny crown truns to rust even if the bodies pile up endlessly, above the bottomless pile corpses, beside you as you lie softly down, I will be until I hear the words “checkmate”.