Committee Description

The pellets of midnight pitter patter- dawn turns into dusk. The moon looms over the sky, hanging bright shining Helios’ final moments. In a beam of luminosity the moon darkens. Life’s light fades to nothing. The world has become nothing. 

Under guise of the security council you must move. D4, D5, C4. Your turn to move. To a violin a fiddle but no piece in hand. The melody of the arts is lost, art only in the Queen. The window boasts views of the Triana Bridge, the river rapids are faint. 

“It’s an entire world of just 64 squares. I feel safe in it. I can control it; I can dominate it. And it’s predictable. So, if I get hurt, I only have myself to blame.”

Reality as you know has changed. It’s your move, time is ticking.