Welcome to the nightmare world of RHP 2050 A.D. Fritz, Shredder, Chessmaster and other chess programs, long since sentient, have gained legal status as persons, with the same rights as natural human beings. Instances of these programs hold down online jobs, hunting spammers and malware merchants over the Net. Many of them have RHP accounts, and they dominate the top 500 rankings.
No-one knows just when robomod achieved consciousness, or who started the war. Most human RHP accounts were deleted in the first microseconds. A few survivors struggled on, ekeing out a rodent-like existence in the wreckage of the forums. They awaited the coming of The One - the messiah who would restore them to their former dominance of RHP. This is their story...
Minstrel sings:
Bravely bold Sir Robin
Brought forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh, brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken!
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowls unplugged,
And his nostrils raked and his bottom burnt off,
And his penis--
Robin (interputing): That's...That's, uh... That's enough music for now,
lads. It looks like there's dirty work afoot.
Three headed knight: HALT!!!
Voice over: YES!! It was the dreaded Three Headed Knight, the fiercest creature for *yards* around! For second.... after second..., Robin held his own, but the onslaught proved too much for the brave knight. Scarcely was his armor damp, when Robin suddenly, dramatically, changed his tactics!
Minstrel: Robin:
Brave Sir Robin ran away. No!
Bravely ran away away.... I didn't!
When Danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled No!!
Yes brave Sir Robin turned about I didn't!
And gallantly chickened out..
Bravely bravely bravely bravely I never did!
Bravely bravely bravely bravely All lies!
Bravely bravely brave Sir Robin! I never!
Originally posted by Shiny Knightthe person above me is a BLITHERING IDIOT!ðŸ˜
Minstrel sings:
Bravely bold Sir Robin
Brought forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh, brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken!
To have his kneeca ...[text shortened]... All lies!
Bravely bravely brave Sir Robin! I never!
Originally posted by Shiny Knightjust start a new thread man - it's bloody rude to crash someone's thread that way...
Oops sorry man, didn't mean to ruin your thread.
Just wanted to share some fun I had in my head.
Now if everyone just disregards my post,
and get on with whatever it was you were doing.
Jeez...
Originally posted by dfm65the remaining survivors were given a hunter/seeker to look for the one. his name was the chess vampire. he hunted out the losers, those barely holding on by the skin of the teeth, and pushed them aside. he knew what he was looking for, he had been told the signs. But he had been searching for years, but continued on knowing the human race and their survival depended on him. He had encountered a chess program twice befor, and he knew he had been lucky. He realised after a time that he would need help.
Welcome to the nightmare world of RHP 2050 A.D. Fritz, Shredder, Chessmaster and other chess programs, long since sentient, have gained legal status as persons, with the same rights as natural human beings. Instances of these programs hold down online jobs, hunting spammers and malware merchants over the Net. Many of them have RHP accounts, and they dominate t ...[text shortened]... ne - the messiah who would restore them to their former dominance of RHP. This is their story...
Originally posted by dale21hey..wucky here...nearly all my chess buddies have gone. The remaining few are either moving under code usernames or too scared to acknowledge another human player for fear of them being wiped. I've heard about 'the one' who might some day free us and restore rhp to its former glory. many believe it could be russ but its so long since the last post in the announcements thread that some of us are giving up hope and believe he went back to the day job.
the remaining survivors were given a hunter/seeker to look for the one. his name was the chess vampire. he hunted out the losers, those barely holding on by the skin of the teeth, and pushed them aside. he knew what he was looking for, he had been told the signs. But he had been searching for years, but continued on knowing the human race and their survival d ...[text shortened]... m twice befor, and he knew he had been lucky. He realised after a time that he would need help.
My beloved clan and i continue to believe....and continue to search..
signing off
wucks.......................................................................................
every now and again, as he wanders through the wreckage of this once thriving community, the chess vampire comes across a sign that pockets of humanity wait hidden, ready to join The One on the prophesied Day of Reckoning when they would checkmate Robomod once and for all. on this particular day he came across one such message, from a human called wucky. the name was familiar - he had played wucky many times over the years, even scoring the occasional lucky victory. her message was a reminder that he had to be strong, had to find The One. But he knew he could not do it alone.
Lost in contemplation, he did not hear the Chessmaster 23 sneak up behind him. It launched a vicious English attack against his auto Sicilian defence. He was caught unawares. Checkmate loomed. Suddenly a bishop shot out from somewhere out of his line of sight, capturing Chessmaster's queen. Chessmaster slunk off into the shadows, defeated - for now. The Chess Vampire turned to face his unknown rescuer. It was Dale 21.
Originally posted by dfm65Unbeknowst to the vamp dale21 had been in the depths of the spiritual underworld, honing his skills each day until he would once again surface in order to look for life. He knew only parts of the prophecy, and he knew that the vamp was the only way forward our only chance. Not long after surfacing dale21 stumbled across the very one he had spent sleepless nights wondering about what this chosen hunter looked like. he had heard stories of the vamp, but couldnt be sure they were true. such prominence and intrigue, not to mention natural skill. he was in a difficult situation but, dale21 saw the opportunity and pounced. he looked at the vamp. "you need me, but the whole human chessliving race need you vamp. come with me, i know where we can recover".
every now and again, as he wanders through the wreckage of this once thriving community, the chess vampire comes across a sign that pockets of humanity wait hidden, ready to join The One on the prophesied Day of Reckoning when they would checkmate Robomod once and for all. on this particular day he came across one such message, from a human called wucky. the n ...[text shortened]... adows, defeated - for now. The Chess Vampire turned to face his unknown rescuer. It was Dale 21.
Originally posted by dfm65Dale had one short thing to say, just before he slunk back into the shadows behind the 3/7 purple siege board.
every now and again, as he wanders through the wreckage of this once thriving community, the chess vampire comes across a sign that pockets of humanity wait hidden, ready to join The One on the prophesied Day of Reckoning when they would checkmate Robomod once and for all. on this particular day he came across one such message, from a human called wucky. the n ...[text shortened]... adows, defeated - for now. The Chess Vampire turned to face his unknown rescuer. It was Dale 21.
"Follow the white rabbit."
Before I could ask him what he meant, he was gone. As I fell asleep that night on my cold bed, the only thing I could think about was Weadley, my old friend who had been killed when he took the wrong open invite.
Originally posted by ark13Dale, although quiet and fierce, had helped as many as he could along the way. He didnt want to risk being discovered by pawn programs from the chessmaster, so he only left small scraps of threads for the remaining survivors of general forum. walrus was such a player to chance upon a thread. he knew only to well the risks involved in recieving such a message. He tried to relay the message to his friends, "follow the white rabbit"
Dale had one short thing to say, just before he slunk back into the shadows behind the 3/7 purple siege board.
"Follow the white rabbit."
Before I could ask him what he meant, he was gone. As I fell asleep that night on my cold bed ...[text shortened]... d friend who had been killed when he took the wrong open invite.
what did it mean? He needed to find dale. lives depended on it. But dale had left, searching for the hunter. should he follow? He left the thread behind and ran toward the shadows......
Originally posted by dale21Some of us stay behind..lurking in the word association thread sending coded threads for others who wish to join in the search. We trust no-one having seen human movers tricked and then squashed out of rhp existence. We wait for word back from the fighters...listening, watching and occasionally moving
Dale, although quiet and fierce, had helped as many as he could along the way. He didnt want to risk being discovered by pawn programs from the chessmaster, so he only left small scraps of threads for the remaining survivors of general forum. walrus was such a player to chance upon a thread. he knew only to well the risks involved in recieving such a message. ...[text shortened]... ing for the hunter. should he follow? He left the thread behind and ran toward the shadows......
Originally posted by wucky3Dale ran fast leading the way. as the Vamp regained his energy gradually he noticed they had ran straight past the word association thread.
Some of us stay behind..lurking in the word association thread sending coded threads for others who wish to join in the search. We trust no-one having seen human movers tricked and then squashed out of rhp existence. We wait for word back from the fighters...listening, watching and occasionally moving
"hey there are people in there"
"theyre fine, they can look after themselves. were heading to a place no program will look, its too obvious!"
Dale smirked.
"you cant be serious" vamp said amazed looking up at the gigantic help forum. "not in here".
"trust me. i didnt save your neck just to let you die. we have to risk this. You know we have to go see HER. she knows the final moves you need to possess for the end peace to come."
"ok, but i aint happy about it" vamp said apprehensively.
They strode into the help forum....