The voucher Pedone is that it is faithful, accurate and makes few mistakes, on the other hand with a step at a time is difficult to slip. At best it is ineffective, sterile and not given a criminal record but he always slips by linda. It 'an honor? It 's a flaw? I have not yet understood.
The bad is that if the pedestrian meets a box full stops stupefied by it, with spear in hand and his helmet on his head will be amazed. Unprepared, his nature forbids him to overcome obstacles or to avoid him, and this gives him a resume full of omissions of character.
The Pawn it suffers from the obstacle. His shot in the diagonal is partially discharged a weapon, how to say "yes, you may be successful but there are too many conditions to be sinking and the weapon beyond the box." However, when the obstacle is removed (by others?), The pawn moves forward again, his step slow, pointing to the end of the board. And in some cases even win a game, with Walker! Most often, however, thank you all, and takes his pay back in line for another race.
know the weight of the crown a few times in his life and only when you get across the street at the bottom of the board. Then it will be removed and replaced by a stronger role.
The Pawn has a big heart, a helmet and round blue eyes, and I believe it's a winner in the end.
The good of the Tower, however, is that the engine of a train, loaded with his head down and clears the tracks by burning a fuel of rare and precious will. Square, meticulous, reliable. The old tower has a solid foundation and calcified by the time and very high peaks that few others can boast.
The misfortune of the tower is rather the reverse of the coin its own character: a slave of the tracks, keep the boxes away knowing that there are fields you want to be reached only with other travel, other routes, other times, through force across other landscapes. And the road becomes bound up his cross and delight (The tower is also perfectly capable to take the lead to go from one time or another, in those fields).
And when Torre arrived at the bottom of the board, turns and character dancer draws the story of that road, checked all of those tracks made smooth with nothing inside: empty and clean. And he asks questions, the Tower.
The void is the feeling of having done their duty or fear of having run in the wrong track? The clean is the best target for a Tower or the suspicion of having traveled fast losing too many stations?
He sits thoughtfully, and counting the bricks she's wearing.
The tower is all that Colonel King wants in its ranks.
The Bishop has good cross-that is, able to cope with a pedestrian in the house like a queen in the opposite corner. And 'wherever the soldier, good for every task, every curious way, knower of all the boxes. You ask, he advises. You ask, he knows. You indicate, he goes and flutters with a powerful personality, elegant and effective.
The Alfieri born with their feet and stained them is divided into two types: those in and those in camposcuro Campochiaro, depending on the position and color of the box that have below. If born white, white boxes on the run for his life. If born dark, dark die.
The beauty of having a good copy in the near Campochiaro is that difference tells the fellow dark squares, those on which perhaps is not comfortable to walk.
The Bishop prefers corner boxes, those that can finally sit down to watch every step of the board by sitting on the sidelines. And there in the rare moments when she cries her tears of wisdom, emptying the pockets of only charges the weight of others is that of one's soul, which closed during the race shall be drowned in a hat Bishop, covering with your hand ' bitter smile of one who cries and laughs at our stupidity.
I'm lucky to have chosen a Campochiaro, I'm lucky to have a bishop who always shows me the white boxes.
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In their run, Torre and Bishop together are able to cover all the boxes of my board, where I can walk slowly, one step at a time, watching them dart around my square whites and blacks, faster than I can never be. Sometimes I remove the obstacles, sometimes we face the same waiting for a Queen sweep away everything.
Over there, the last row. Where there waiting for my new role, a goal vo, my destiny, maybe only a vacuum in which to launch, over the board, over the table.
Or simply the player will have mercy on my way, and also allow time to put down the pike and turn around to look at boxes and paths.
I'll have a helmet on which I could sit round. And three glasses of wine.
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