The whole idea of these two playing chess just cracks me up for some reason. Probably because I do sometimes view life as one big chess game. Anyway, my grandfather taught me chess when I was young and I guess I could be good at it but I just don't have the patience to finish a game. And I probably get all nervous if I'm about to be killed. My grandfather then told me that my mom used to play chess and when she was about to lose, she'd pretend to get up to get something and knock over the board. No wonder she loves board games. I do have a very interesting family. I didn't really think about doing a sketch about it but a dear friend said I must after I told her that story.
I do have an alternate ending but I'll probably draw that later. Those little chess pieces were annoying to draw and please don't count the squares on the board to see if I got it right.
