Propman knelt onto the ground at his lack of inactivity, furrowing his brow at the knight statue in front of him. Darn, Chess was never his foray of expertise, and he was at a loss on whether or not he was vulnerable to counter by that king.
The privateer sighed, trading a glance with the king that showed a mild air frustration and disamusement. He regaled to his sketchbook, figuring that now would be as good a time as ever to record what was happening right now. He reached into the deeper confines of his bag, hoping that he might still have a particular object.
"Hmmm..."
Success! Propman pulled out a small pocket watch crafted of polished steel and glass, a gift to him like so many of his possessions. The intricate device was entirely analog, and required manual winding in order to keep running. The spring that caused the front guard to pop out was slightly bent out of place from years of wear and abuse, forcing him to open it up manually, yet it was otherwise in a serviceable condition.
"5:21 eh?"
Had he glanced at it earlier, the Propman would have had an earlier point of reference, but alas, little need to fret over such a thing at current, what with a duel going on in front of him. He briefly held the small device to his ear, bringing about a soft, rhythmical ticking noise, indicating it was working and he had would it properly before he was knocked out cold, though he gave it a few more turns just to be safe. He wrote into the page of his sketchbook further;
DayEntry 1, 5:00 P.M.?;
Quite the adventure I'm having in this...dungeon. Don't seem to remember a bloody thing on how I got here, but this place is littered with corpses, concrete, and disease. Luckily found by a group of wayward adventurers who claim to be from the Bay 12 forums. "I knew that reading that thread on the community fort was a bad sigh..." But enough of that, currently facing off against a bunch of evil chess pieces, as a bishop! Oh the irony, my mum always wanted me to be a priest. Or a monk. If any of you lads are reading this by the way, know that I somehow figured that you would do so (likely pried out off of my cold, dead satchel while I was sleeping), so you won't be getting any deep or dark secrets out of me, but I will be writing hunches on you, so don't take anything I write too personally! Oh, and if I am down when you read this, have the decency to bury me you sods, and no looting my hat!
Well, that's enough scribbling for this entry, the gaff above it is the chess match that I'm recording.
-Cheers, the Propman
He looked back at the chess board up ahead of him. The king had an air of dread in spite of making no physical motions, as if it realized that there was no way it would be leaving this blasted place alive. Propman hoped that he wasn't bound to the same fate.
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