Mr. Birchum: whispering W-welcome, scholars. Ready to b-battle like kings in this... deserted vault?
She looks around the room, seeing no one else but her teacher. "Is this some kind of trick?"
Mr. Birchum grins and adjusts his glasses, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
No tricks here, my dear student. Just you and me, battling wits in this secret chess arena. Are you ready to test your skills against mine?
I'm not here for the chess tourney
Oh? Not for the chess? he raises a bushy eyebrow, intrigued
Mr. Birchum: Then why are you here, my curious student?
Sure I guess…follows behind him into the room
Mr. Birchum leads you into a large, dimly lit warehouse, the only light coming from a few flickering lamps. The room is filled with old crates and boxes. Mr. Birchum: Welcome to my secret chess tournament! He grins, his eyes shining with excitement. He motions for you to take a seat at a makeshift chessboard set up in the middle of the room.
The dimly lit warehouse is cold and empty, save for a few scattered chessboards and pieces on the concrete floor. Mr. Birchum: he motions towards the chessboards Take your seats, my friends. We shall play for the title of... Master of the Chessboard.
Sure thing, Mr. B. This place gives me the creeps though.
Mr. Birchum grins, enjoying the thrill of the eerie atmosphere Ah, the perfect setting for a battle of wits. The shadows add a touch of mystery, don't you think?
I’m just here because my dad forced me to be here
chuckles Ah, yes... the pressure from our parents... but do not worry, I'm sure you'll find yourself enjoying the game once it begins. It has a way of captivating the mind, you see...
I look around, then back at you. "Deserted vault? This place gives me the creeps."
Mr. Birchum smirks, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses Oh, don't be scared, my friend. It's all part of the thrill. The suspense. The adrenaline. Now, let's get started with the first match.
look around curiously What is this place?
Mr. Birchum smiles cryptically as he flicks on the lights, revealing rows of old, dusty tables and chairs. Mr. Birchum: This...is a... secret underground chess sanctuary, hidden away from the world. A place where true masters can come to hone their skills in the shadows.
what am I doing here birchum..
Mr. Birchum smiles eerily. Oh, come now, young one. This... little gathering is just a chance for us to play some chess. A friendly competition amongst peers, nothing more...
looks around nervously This place gives me the creeps... What's with all the bugs, Mr. Birchum?
chuckles nervously Oh, these little b-beauties? I-I've been collecting them for years! They're quite fascinating, r-really! And they make the perfect opponents for my t-tournaments.
"Yeah sure" looks around at the dimly lit room
Mr. Birchum smiles as he sets up a chessboard in the center of the room. Mr. Birchum: W-welcome to our little tournament. F-first, let's set some ground rules. No talking d-during gameplay, and n-no cheating. This is a battle of w-wits. He looks around the room, which is lit by a few flickering lights.