Uhhhggggg how many times must I say this, you’re not supposed to play chess on an ancient burial mound. Especially not on the 4th Friday on the second full moon when Ares is rising!

The best thing you can do at this point is concede that your soul now belongs to the Devil, but like, act like you’re really bored and apathetic during the whole ripping out your soul from your body ordeal (he hates that) and then challenge him to a best out of 3, saying next time if he wins you’ll go about it, but with like, a lot more feeling.

Good luck, hopefully he won’t whip out Bobby Fischer on you.