Before Jordan could even continue, his doorbell rang. Jordan walked over and saw it was his neighbor Toby. Jordan thought to himself he could go a little longer before he used his strange power.
“Can I come in?” askes Toby. “I’m a bit bored.”
“Sure,” Jordan said.
“I see Hugo’s out on a run,” Toby said nonchalantly. Hugo seemed to be normal to him.
“Yeah,” Jordan sighed thinking about his roommate dreamily.
“Do you want to play a board game or something?” Toby asked. “Chess?”
Jordan wasn’t too good at chess, but luckily for him neither was Toby. He obliged and set up the board.
Toby moved a pawn. After a few moves, Jordan took he piece with a Knight.
“Gah, I wish pawns were more useful,” grumbled Toby. He moved his Bishop to take the knight. “I always imagined the Bishops as a guy running across the board really fast, kinda like Hugo.”
“I guess they kind of are,” Jordan said absentmindedly. In a moment, all of the bishops transformed into miniature bishop sized men with a vague resemblence to Hugo. They wore no shirt and tight shorts with big shoeless feet. They looked like runners. One side had black shorts on, the other white. So bored with Chess, it took Jordan a moment to realize what he’d done.
Toby looked around his options. “Bishop next to the pawn, take the night to your right.”
Two of the small men in the white shorts (Toby had the white pieces) looked around to see if he was referring to them. When the one determined it to be himself, he bounded towards the pawn and swiftly picked it up over his head and tossed it to side landing it perfectly upright next to the other pieces.
“You know Toby,” Jordan said willing to take advantage of the situation. “The rooms are like a stocky football player, muscles to big for anything but boxer shorts.”
As Toby nodded in agreement, all of the rooms including those already eliminated transformed into stocky miniature men. Each of them naked excluding a black or white pair of boxers with a bulge. There hey stood flexing.
“Uh...Rook by the king,” Jordan said trying to get ones attention. It looked to him to receive instructions. “Take the bishop to your left.”
The room looked to his left and marched over to the quivering bishop. In a very odd maneuver, the rook took his arm and punched the bishop in the stomach forcing him to land among the other captured pieces.
Toby swore. He needed that bishop. He instead picked up a knight and moved it closer to the opposing king.
“And those knights,” Jordan piped up. “They’re like centaurs.”
The recently moved knight was originally crafted into the shape of a horse. Where the horse head had been popped out a very muscular man. The horse body became less solid and turned into a live being. There it stood eying up the field for where it might move next. This one had a white coat of fur, while Jordan’s all had Black coats.
“And this pawn,” Jordan explained picking it up and setting it back down. “It may be pretty bad, but at least it’s attractive.”
Up and down the lines, each side’s pawn grew into men. Naked except for a pair of appropriately colored shorts, they were extremely attractive men. Most of them yawned and sat down bored at having to play another hame of chess.
Jordan looked at a pawn and ordered it to move forward one. The pawn looked and saw that it was the last space. He stood up quickly and walked forward looking eagerly at Jordan.
Jordan picked up the queen. “This piece is called the Master Piece,” he said. “Because of its ability to move in 8 directions, it’s like a man with 8 limbs.”
After Jordan set the former queen down, the Master Piece transformed into a strange looking man. It had four legs placed evenly around it with nothing in between them. It had a very muscular torso with four bulging arms. It’s hair was jet black, and Toby’s was pure white.
“I want to make that pawn into a master piece.” Jordan said. The pawn looked giddy as two legs shot out of his boxers and his boxers disappeared. He sprouted another pair of arms and his hair changed to jet black.
Toby nervously moved his King away from the new master piece.
“The king,” Jordan said quickly almost stumbling over his words. “Doesn’t do much, much less than a pawn, so I'd say they are just a scrawny man with a crown.”
And so it was. Scrawny man in a black or white shirt and shorts stood nervously eying up the master piece.
“Master piece move to checkpoint the king,” Jordan said. The new master piece moved like a crab or spider across the border next to the king. With he game won, it suddenly transformed back into its previous version of a pawn. All of the now non piece men walked off the board, folded it up, and placed it into the box. They then hopped in themselves and lined themselves up nicely. Toby placed the lid on and faced Jordan.
“I’m still bored dude,” he said. “Do you have anything else to do dude?”