[ WP ] Two god-like beings , disguised as old men , play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity . The players , however , are distracted by a couple seated across them ...

My friend was there that day. Of course, that was the whole point. His first move was his knight, as always. I moved my far right pawn, as always. We had played all the time before this day, over small issues. Today's stakes were much higher. We were playing for humanity. 
 
 He was tall, brown skinned, wore sweatpants and a light running shirt. Dressing casually for such an important event was just like him. I, on the other hand, wore a suit. Pinstriped, somewhere in between orange and yellow. We sat down at the park bench in between the dead tree and the meadow. Both silent, we began. I quickly gained the upper hand, taking his rook and bishop. 
 
 `` Just like old times right?'' He commented. 
 
 `` Not quite'' 
 
 `` I'll miss this game'' 
 
 `` As will I'' 
 
 `` It has been a while. I would've thought you'd stop making that mistake'' He said as he took my knight. 
 
 `` I've turned it into something useful'' I replied as I took the rook that offed my knight. 
 
 `` Smart'' 
 
 I nodded. 
 
 `` It's amazing we've let them go this far alone, yes?'' 
 
 `` We should have helped'' 
 
 `` Which time?'' 
 
 I sighed. `` Exactly'' 
 
 `` You know it's important that they develop.'' 
 
 `` We could have brought order, at least some of the times.'' 
 
 `` Order is important, but also, how the order is brought'' 
 
 I grunted, and moved a pawn. 
 
 `` Friend, look over there, at the two humans.'' 
 
 `` What about them?'' 
 
 `` They're bickering. They've been fighting ever since we started the game. If they broke off their relationship right now, it would bring order, no? But it would have horrible repercussions for the both of them. It's much better for them to finish their argument, and move on.'' 
 
 `` I suppose.'' 
 
 `` Check'' 
 
 I grunted in acknowledgement, taking his queen and effectively leaving my state of check. 
 
 `` And what if they argue and argue, make eachother feel like garbage, and break it off anyway?'' I asked 
 
 `` That's a possibility, yes'' 
 
 `` Then under those circumstances, it would have been easier to just break it off?'' 
 
 `` I suppose'' 
 
 `` Check.'' I said. 
 
 He moved. 
 
 `` They've calmed down'' 
 
 `` I see that'' 
 
 `` So my way worked'' 
 
 `` In this case, yes'' 
 
 `` In most cases'' 
 
 `` Well, that's to be discovered at the end of this game now, is n't it?'' 
 
 `` It is, it is'' 
 
 We played that game for three days. Three days, that couple came back to that park bench, and talked. They talked, bickered, kissed, fought, made up, until eventually... 
 
 `` Checkmate'' 
 
 
 

