The Curse of Gary (Part 74)

The Chessmaster slumped in disbelief. "I've been beaten," he whispered. He stood up, staring blankly, and removed his cloak. Underneath the imposing outer garment was a shrivelled pink body. A fleece of white hair, like candy floss, sprouted from his drooping chest and round pot belly, and two long knee surgery scars marked his feeble... Continue Reading →

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