marvol

Black.
Darkness. It is not the opposite of light, it is the absence of it.

The colour of the night and the sky between the stars. Mystery. The colour of creatures that do not want to be seen - and that none wants to see. Vampires, zombies - and sixteen pieces on the chess board. My pieces. Lucifer's legions.

Black, the colour of betrayal, of being stabbed in the back, high - and low - treason. Of response, waiting patiently before striking, inifinitely adapting to the opponent.

Black. Getting mated ignominiously in twenty moves due to a stupid mistake in the opening.

I am Marvol. I play black.