Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150105235515/@comment-25686329-20150110233124

Ticktania savoured the look of determination and slight frustration on Ivory's face. She prayed it would take Ivory at least several turns before she realized that if she started speaking Riddilish, it would become infinetley easier, even to the point of rending the Azaz variation to pointless.

"Shut up, narrator." Ticktania barked at the ceiling. "She Wonderlandian. I don't want to risk her hearing you."

Before Ivory could say anything, Ticktania hastily moved another peice, a bishop, then jump straight for a Knight, moving twice in the same turn. She recalled the bishops and preists in Hamlet... they were Danish... Time to justify.

"Every Dane has it's Knight." She beamed.