You can find all episodes of this comic at the following category: comic
There was a silence. Nothing to be heard. There were only the hands of God which made the sound of life of which we know it. Why did God wish to take such a risk, of such danger and alarm, which may have caused him such harm? No one knows, no one cares. But the risk God took and had not shook his head at resisting the danger of the fate of his own and to leave the silence all alone. God tightened his fist and wished, for a sleeping thought of great bliss, to awake and then make a storm which would form a world of great love and happiness. Within that tightened grasp of nothing, that secured case of uncertainty, arose tremors. The fist began to tremble and inside began to assemble an almighty explosion of great tension and emotion. God wanted to set free the awakened dream but could not seem to unclench that tightened grasp, of which held the first world, or even the last. It was all building up inside and even as he tried, he could not hold it in, what was all part of him. Away came the once tightened fingers and as away came the thumb, with it had come, a light which was so bright that it filled God with fright. God could not see what he had created. And with this light came a sound of much might, which sang the song of creation. God closed his eyes as he could not stare at what in reality may be a nightmare. As the sound subsided and the light became dimmer, he heard sweet chirping, which made God smile. Then he felt slightly warmer and so began to wonder if it was safe to look or if the heat would burn his eyes. He slowly lifted the blankets which covered his sight to see alive what he once dreamt in the everlasting night. His dream had come true. Time passed and God observed the world of which grew fast. But God had no clue as to what would become of his dream come true. The creatures of which were very strange soon began to change into uncaring intellectuals who damaged their world by misusing their tools. They grew to hate each other. They took the life of one another so to settle a certain matter. God didn’t know what to do, the end to his world would be through war – and what more – he may never dream again. God watched the truth unfold as more bombs blew. The world was at war with itself. God’s world didn’t seem to be a world anymore. As they tore and tore and tore and tore – until there was no more. There was no smell, no sound, no scenery, no love. There was a silence.
~ Simon Jepps, 1990 (Aged 11)
When I was in my twenties I started making minimalist ink sketches, with black ink on white canvas.
I still have a few in my collection, including a Certificate Of Sacred Art, awarded to me by Armando Farina, an Italian art instructor who happens to have known and even painted with Picasso.
The ink sketch which won the 1st place award is now lost somewhere amongst the art institution’s endless archives. However I can tell you it portrayed an eternal connundrum, of an artist drawing himself in an Italian park, drawing himself in an Italian park, drawing himself… etc.
Whilst I may never get that one particular picture back, here is one of the first drawings I ever made, titled ‘Egyptian Grandmaster’.
You can find all artworks from this collection under the category: sejink.
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Here is the first ever edition of the Jepps Comic, a short newspaper type strip I created some years ago. It is about two like-minded but variably friendly identical twins.
You will get to know them and discover their personalities. Mostly, whilst the guy on the right is often the maturest, the guy on the left is more often on the correct side of the Moon!
I will post the subsequent episodes as time goes on. I made a total of 18 originally, but if the mood captures me and I feel I could improve the humour, I might start making more again.
You can find all episodes of this comic at the following category: comic.
There are four kinds of piece evaluation systems.
The Fédération Internationale des Échecs or World Chess Federation is an international organization that acts as the governing body of international chess.
There is no official piece point system because the values of individual Chess pieces have no bearing or influence on game scoring.
However the following common system is the one which FIDE mostly considers standard.
King = %
Pawn = 1
Knight = 3
Bishop = 3
Rook = 5
Queen = 9
The King is given a value of % because it awards victory rather than material gain. However it is worth somewhat similar to a Pawn.
The Mission is a colour bound Rook, with the ability to leap the nearest opposite coloured square. It may also move without leaping, two squares diagonally.
Thus it may move as many squares as there are available in an orthogonal direction, but may only land on those of the same colour it is bound to at the start.
If there are pieces in the way on either coloured square, the Mission’s path is blocked and must land to the nearest same colour square along a clear path, just as if it were a non leaping piece.
Only the nearest opposite coloured square may be jumped. The Mission may not jump diagonally.
The Mission, as I will explain in the following chapters, only leaps because it is a natural trait of it being colour bound. Since it has no natural instruction to leap diagonally, it does not.
Chess has been played for centuries upon centuries. It is no doubt the beginning, middle and endgame of all strategy pastimes, old and new. It is undying, and as we approach a new era of Chess evolution, the game ceases to amaze, not only in its ability to grow and inspire… but at the same time, to present a sacred determination to hold onto a divinely given trait that shapes and colours its very own destiny.
That divinely given trait is the natural evolution of peace.
As I will explain in my following Chess blog chapters, the evolution of Chess is bound by its very own nature of peace and will therefore only harbour the answer to our prayers within its very own natural design.
Yet today in this post, I would like to go straight ahead and present to you my own variant, Missionary Chess, which although is but one of hundreds I have designed over the years, it is as I can only solemnly swear, what I believe to be not just the only natural evolution of Chess, but therein… the only possible evolution of Chess.