I played chess with my friend Chontel last week, and while formulating strategies in my mind for my knight, I noticed that it made the sign of a swastika!
Naturally I got really nervous that my chess army was made up of Nazis. Well up until the point when my opponent's king shot himself in a bunker.
It was almost cute at first; watching the king pull out a tiny pistol. Then it got disturbing once his checkered blood splashed about on my poor pawns faces. Needless to say, they haven't been the same since.
But that's not even the disturbing part of this tale. The disturbing part is me explaining to my nephews that an escaped Nazi rook is hiding in Candy Land!!
-a.
