In Some Games, Red Is The Brightest Color

Pallando looked forward to his game with Orome. His winning streak stretched back to the formation of the atmosphere. Orome never seemed to grasp all the game's parameters and rules. He rarely used any strategy other than to react to Pallando's move.

Pallando saw Orome ahead, already sitting at the game board. "Started already, I see," he said, smirking. He looked through the view-portal. The pieces had been scattered, and the playing board lay in tatters. "What have you done," Pallando screamed.

"Nothing," said Orome. "Before the game even started, my pieces ambushed yours, avenging themselves for centuries of abuse."