He sat alone, freely exposing himself in the open space of the ruins of a city. Dynamo's tower loomed in the distance behind him. He rested on a metallic bench, his massive fingers gripping at the tiny pieces of a chess board. Each piece was ornamented and uniquely crafted and there were five separate colors organized over the board. A few pawns were left dangling to the side in their squares, bishops and rooks were placed at strategic points, most importantly, the kings were all exposed, in check. He grinned as he said, "And what will be the next move?"

((Short journal is short, just had to update finally))