Luxor-Dr.: A Chess Eeat

Narrated daring of a Cali-waiter (and chess-surfer) who defies a diamond-baron at Luxor (Egypt) in USA for showmanship!

A tale of daring inspired by Honeymoon in Vegas (James Caan). Thanks for reading, 

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I worked as a waiter in La Jolla, at a very nice Indian restaurant catering to a nice customer-base and offering some very tasty-zesty Asian-Indian cuisine dishes like Chicken Makhani and drinks like spiced-rum lassi.

FOOD-CRITIC: The food at the La Jolla Street Indian restaurant is unusual, well-mounted, colored, and memorable!

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a cyber-blogging comic-book writer/artist when I'm not working as an Indian La Jolla waiter and write about the special Catholic super hero named Hornet who's about to challenge a nefarious Luxor-Vegas blood-diamond mastermind/crimelord named Dartmouth.

I took a Southwest Airlines flight from La Jolla to Vegas and took some postcards of the artistic flair/aesthetic of a bygone era when air-travel/flight reflected a sociocultural investment in the 'sheer-excellence' of transit-traffic! I couldn't wait to get from California to Nevada and anticipated my showdown with Dartmouth as a self-made Hornet in real-life!

When I got to the Luxor-Vegas area of resorting and noticed the amazing lit-splendor of what makes/made this 'Egyptology'-modeled modern gaming place a reflection of cultural excellence and wanted to wander around inside to search for Dartmouth the fatso who'd been a frequent patron at this iconic site in the United States (Western civilization).

LUXOR ATTENDANT: You'll find our interior(s) match the exterior-excellence and color(s) of the Egyptian daydream of IQ.

DARTMOUTH: You wanna challenge me...in chess?
HORNET: Well, yeah, I can't dare to challenge you in, say, poker or blackjack, fat-sir.

DARTMOUTH: Alright, I'd admit I'm a fan of chess-cinema!

DARTMOUTH: This roaming Cali-'hotshot' (Hornet) thinks he's got the stuff, but I'll get him that hospitality-tour he sought too.

The suite/room that Dartmouth got me was quite a marvel-show, and I used the comfiness to unwind and meditate on the upcoming chess-challenge which might see me somehow/miraculously defy this modern Al Capone!

I met a gorgeous waitress at Luxor (Nile) who'd been working parttime in the theater-show at the Egyptian resort as an Alien-horror presentation 'victim' involving lots of explosive/acidic saliva. Who doesn't love that Xenomorph?

DARTMOUTH: Your first-move?
HORNET: Going for it!
DARTMOUTH: I noticed your pawn-array(s) can strike a cord of defensiveness.
HORNET: Going for it!
DARTMOUTH: Not a queen-riskmasker, eh?
HORNET: Going for it!
DARTMOUTH: You chose not to use your rook, which you're good at, so the agenda?
HORNET: Going for it!
DARTMOUTH: Aha, you're trying to sneak in the bishop with something.
HORNET: First-Knight.
DARTMOUTH: Well, well, well...you slid in the bishop-knight combo(s) using pacers.
HORNET: I love pacers.
DARTMOUTH: Damn...you win!
HORNET: I earned it...Dartmouth.
DARTMOUTH: Right-o...now get the hell out of here with your Nile.
HORNET: Going for it!
DARTMOUTH: Cool. Thanks.

I gifted this evil-man a copy of the searing chesswork End-Game which I think might 'cool-off' his blood-diamond tempered fury-wrath regarding pedestrian targeting at Luxor (ha!).

NILE: What's with the shrimp-stick presentation for romance/toast, Satan?
ME: Going for it.

“I have come to the personal conclusion that while all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists” (Marcel Duchamp).

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