Worms and Riddlers

  Both the American and the French Revolutions were interesting parts of both histories of two different modern worlds, modern America and modern France. But to the American people, the revolution meant freedom, liberty, and release from oppression, while the French revolution was bloody, violent, and unforgettable, and ended Bourbon rule, changed land ownership in France, lost power for the French Catholic Church, spread Liberalism, laid the groundwork for communism yet unified and enhanced the power of France. It also tore down ancient Feudalistic, classist structures, and introduced nationalism and modern, total warfare into Europe. Although the monarchy was ultimately restored in the end. In both revolutions, the Americans and the French dealt with a taxation system that seemed unfair to both citizens. The French despised the taxation system due to the unwise choices of the government, such as their involvement in the American Revolution, and unwise spending practices by the King a

  Chess spread all over the world in the Ancient Ages, where there was Correspondence Chess played everywhere in an era where communication was rapidly improving, ideas were diffusing and culture was growing. A game between Emperor Nicephorus and the Caliph of Baghdad, Harun al-Rachid was played in the 9th century, and a correspondence chess game was played in 1119 by King Henry the First of England and King Louis VI of France through couriers. Venetian and Croatian Merchants often played correspondence chess through letters. Below is the earliest recorded chess game: But the need for faster ways to play chess eventually overtook everyone, and when the Information Age came around and everything boomed, there was a great influx of popularity around Internet Chess Servers. Internet Chess Servers have been around for quite a long time. The first one was a grand thing, where correspondence chess could be played. Although Plato Systems were large, bulky bricks that were outdated more than a

  And again…  The Mother breathed life into his mortal spine… Into his strange brain…. Into the curled, rapidly withering form of his… He was weak… Lacking anything… Nearly crumbling… So, he fell into a deep sleep for another hundred years… Until the Mother would regenerate him…When the day would come, and when war was no longer an ’idea’, or even a word… When he would forget all that he’d done, and his mind was replaced anew… And the rust would be washed away, and he would regenerate from the ashes... And he would remember thoughts… Thoughts implanted… Thought’s recycled... From the emptiness… From the near-oblivion of his thoughts… He awoke…. Rose forth from the metal sheets, and the metal carapace, the engines, the infinite black, and grey. Then down the infinite carriers, down the staircases, through the melting flames, where heat rushed through his frozen fingers… Frozen body, and he breathed a new identity, a new place in reality… Filled his empty shell with newfound life. There