A Chessmaster and his Game

What am I doing wrong? I can't seem to get any responses or likes for the story. I work really hard on this shit!

I know that I'm far from a professional writer, but I try hard and get the writing done. Maybe I should load up my great, powerful, non-Trixie story series, it would be a great way to get some of that love that I so desperately crave (Chrysalis face).

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Onto the show.

Alduin landed, but kept his wits about him, he would need them if this human's claims were true.

Actually, that though just now crossed his mind, what if this insolent cretin was lying?

He begin thu'uming fire at the winged man, why should he play fair with his prey?

However, this prey was completely unaffected by fire, well, his clothes burned away, but he was only wearing a towel on his shoulders and a pair of jeans, he had taken quite easily to the concept of not wearing much, especially now that he wasn't affected by the cold.

Completely bare and exposed, Jackson unleashed his own fire.

*pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew *

*bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang*

The middle-aged dragon's scales were punctured, and the following shots left him more exposed, he needed to finish off this Dov-rii-hun soon, or else he might end up being the prey.

*incomprehensible thu'um*

"You are weak inside, your mind is but a thin glass casing filled with boiling faculties, your emotions alone could shatter you from the inside, whelp," he started trying psychological warfare, since that was what this hero did to him.

"Oh really? Well, if I gave a fuck, could I do, this?" the golden-eyed man gave the black dragon double middle fingers, followed by an *Iiss Slen Nus* to freeze Alduin in place.

Brandishing the Binary Sword, he began spinning it rapidly, gaining momentum for a mighty strike on his frozen foe.

*CR-RRRIIISSSSHHHHH, crystal-shattering noises*

Twilight galloped up to the battling pair, her horn flared up with magic already.

She fired a bolt of energy, which hit with a *B-ZHOOOM*. It was a spell known as 'Brain Bleach', it should have cleared the mighty beast's memories, hopefully of battle experience. Instead, due to the draconic arcano-physics of mental magic, the effect was redirected to some random, very unimportant memory.

Or rather, the suppression of a memory, giving Alduin a new thu'um to use, one that he had long forgotten.

*Vahzah Sil Kopraan* shout. Literally 'True Soul Body' shout.

Jackson stopped moving, doubling over in pain, his body was shifting, changing to reflect who he was inside.

And that was what he was afraid of.

Flesh gave way to eldritch material, six feet eight inches blossomed into ten feet, golden eyes flickered to emerald green, burnt-brown hair faded to chocolate-brown, his musculature sunk inwards, turning into a svelte body.

The light faded away, revealing the Player, but with Jackson's mind.

Spreading a pair of large, gold-colored angelic wings, he wrapped his large hands around two of Alduin's fangs, ripped them out, and shoved the filthy teeth into the dragon's eyes.

Somersaulting onto the beast's back, he brought his hands up, summoning the executioner's axe from the Alice in Wonderland game, and brought it down.

Alduin's head split open, the True-Spirit form dissolved away, leaving the axe holding man smaller, well, he was still six foot eight and had dragon wings, but his magnificent Adonis-like body was gone, leaving him just as thin as he was before the transformation.

"Well, I wasn't used to it, and no I don't have to learn, come on Twi, let's get home," the flattened man offered, summoning his motorcycle again and mounting it.

No response, no small thudding of hooves on the ground, he turned his head to look at the shocked unicorn, her eyes filled with fear.

"What.... what are you?" she asked with a meek tone, slowly backing away.

"I'm a human, sure I have some cool powers and stuff, but I'm still the guy you know and kinda love at heart," he assured, though it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"No, no you're not, I saw the Spirit of Truth, and she revealed who you are inside, and I do not love a psychopathic summoner with a thick musk of a thousand mares and a thousand gallons of alcohol pouring off of him, I love Jackson McCard, and I don't think he's real anymore," she fearfully explained, on the verge of galloping away.

"Listen, what Alduin did was nothing, he may have shown what evils are inside of me, but both he and you have no idea of all the good stuff, sure I may be messed up in the head, but I'm a good guy, you know how much of a good person I am," he reminded, a friendly smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, I just... I need to think about all of this, alone." without warning, Twilight teleported away, leaving the naked man alone in the field.

The tall man stayed silent, looking at where his best friend stood a few moments ago, then to the gently falling snow, then to the road.

"God.... fucking..... dammit...... shit...... hell's piss in my mouth..... why is everyone so fucking afraid of me?" the angry warrior demanded to the empty sky.

'I'm sorry about what I did, I'm going to leave now,' Player suddenly said, followed by the sound of hard shoes on stone.

'Wait, what do you mean?' the burnt-brunette thought-asked.

'Fucking... fuck.... I ruined it, I ruined you and Twilight's perfectly good friendship, listen, if you want, I'll change her memories around so she thinks of you as a glorious dragon slayer instead of... well.... me, fuck me, ugh, I ruin everything, I'm leaving you Jackson, I know you've wanted me gone since I sent you here, so here I am, this is what you wanted, I'm sure it's gonna be great,' the god-avatar explained, walking away and out of Jackson's mind.

"Is he?" he waited for something, anything, "He's gone, YES! HE'S GONE! FINALLY! Now I just want to change Twilight's memories about me, P1, can you do that right quick?" he asked, hearing a sizzling sound that then dissipated, "Thanks man!" the now-happy human thanked, jumping for joy and receiving an audible thumbs-up before a couple of stepping sounds and the sound of a door slamming shut.

He rode back home, his mood falling a little bit each passing second, when he realized that, if nobody else, he would carry the burden of knowing that he was P1 inside.

Oh well, better than anypony else knowing it, right?

Already it was eating away at him...

~With P1~

His red shoes, so loved by himself and his children, were discarded on the gravel path, leaving him to walk along the pebbles in his socks.

His beautiful gold-colored wings were folded up behind him, same with his caring hands.

His emerald eyes were a bit dimmed, as he was saddened, made more evident by his frown,

"Hello, milord, your 'top dog' reporting as soon as possible. Things have been running at the usual sixty six point six percent capacity of asset management and production production. Lak Lustrous is on standby ready to be deployed again. I and the rest of the four-sevens are in optimum health and maximum satisfaction. Entities Buttery Angel, Badass Little Filly, and Best Princess are in full condition, awaiting your love and affection. Your throne is clean....... you seem disheartened, milord, is there something wrong? Should I prevent another iteration of the nine-eleven incident with the Bio-Macerator atop the Lady Liberty's torch? I believe that my soverus-level sight could prove to shoot the plane down before it even enters the state of New York, or is something else wrong?" a loyal-looking winged man saluted, looking at his godly father with similar eyes to Jackson, which only made the mad god frown, using his infinite power to change the eyes to a nice light blue color.

"Blue Comet, my most loyal, studious, and diligent pawn, I must say that the ol' cobalts are looking as healthy as ever," P1 complimented his mind-child, running a large hand over the cobalt-blue metal wings, the wings that the blue-haired man was born with.

"Yes sir, I take excellent care of them, especially after the incident with... well, you know, since you made it happen, but I thank you for allowing me to recover well," the mortal adjusted his white hoodie as the memory of his arch-nemesis's acts in his version of the 'Read it and Weep' episode, his wings had been half-sheared-off-by-flames, in spite of them them being made of a light iron-isotope, his wings had absolutely gushed blood for days on end, the doctors even had to collect it in IV bags and pump it back into him, all that pain and suffering, just for the iron in his blood.

"I can be as kind as I am cruel, for I am the god who's wrathful hammer you embody, now then, I must ask, I have been spending time with Jackson as of late," the tall man shrank himself down to eight feet tall, folding his wings up tightly.

"Oh dear you, please don't tell m-" Blue was cut off by a soothing hand running through his blue-with-red-highlights hair.

"No, I made Jackson specifically to wait a long time for any sex stuff, it is just that, his life is making me think metaphysically," the Player looked at the author, as he was allowed, by me, to do that.

I have to say, it's just me getting my sick kicks, making characters depressed, though I must say, you improved quite well and even offered to make things better for young Jackson. I have to say this though, I know this because I made you, and I control you, but if it weren't for Blue Comet and all of his own dragon born-ninja master-assassin's creed-awesomeness with a body based almost entirely on Living Tombstone's OC, Jackson would be your chosen pawn. McCard is a special case, same with Mach, though the latter dates back to your deital-childhood days of creation, before you refined anything in your methodologies, where as the former is not a 'hero' by your production definitions.

"I advise that we return to the main show, this story is about Jackson, who we both think is somewhere between the idea of Six, Gamers in Equestria, and that old, amazing story, My Second Life... it's a shame that the latter is lost forever, but with any luck, we may be able to do something great here." the deity walked to his room, where his favorite three ponies, Fluttershy, Scootaloo, and Princess Luna, or Buttery Angel, Badass Little Filly, and Best Princess, as their 'entity names' implied.

He sat down in his throne, allowing the trio to embrace him as he thought.

P1 would be in thought for a long time, good thing his precious ponies had been blessed to never age unless he willed them to.

He hadn't changed their ages in over a billion years.

~In the universe of importance, AKA the universe of 'A Chessmaster and his Game'~

Jackson collapsed in front of his front door, feeling as though he had just lifted a whole fucking train, one that had been derailed, and flipped it over onto the rails again, getting the train back on track.

In other words, he felt really goddamn tired and sore, his body looked no different, well, his wings seemed to pale a bit, the scales remained the same raven black, but the skin looked a little lighter than it had been earlier.

"Ah, well, I mean, this isn't the weirdest thing I've felt since I got here, I'm still alive, let's see." he pinched himself, feeling a small spike of pain shoot up from the spot on his forearm, then he got up and stretched out his limbs, "Everything works, so there's no need to worry," he concluded, opening the front door whilst humming a random tune.

A book laid on the kitchen table, it had an azure blue cover and stark white pages, finding this unrecognized object odd, he walked over to the book and opened it.

Magic blinded him for a few seconds as knowledge entered his head, including the title of the book, which was 'The Spellbook of Learning Spells that you have survived them being cast on you', a very descriptive name, the golden-eyed man picked up the tome and walked upstairs and to his room.

He stopped to check on Samuel and Scootaloo, both of them were sleeping soundly, which he desired to do as well.

Tossing the book into his chest, he flopped down onto the bed, squeaking in pain as his wings were forcibly bent at odd angles, requiring him to extricate himself from the position and more carefully lay down, his wings now splayed out underneath him.

Sleep came quickly, and he dreamt of the *Vahzah Sil Kopraan* shout.

~Some time later~

Rising to the shine of the sun on the wall and not on his face, luckily the builder of the house had accounted for the ubiquitous complaint of 'sunlight on my face when I'm sleeping', which he loved the unknown person for.

It had been a couple of months, he had found that Equestria's timing system was highly organized.

Seven days per week, four weeks per month, twelve months per year, which equaled out to three hundred thirty-six days in a year.

The seasons each lasted three months, give or take a day, winter was from December to February, spring was from March to May, summer was from June to August, and autumn was from September to November, completely synchronized to each other, and strictly organized and enforced.

Today was the last day of February, which meant that he would find out how the ponies exactly enforce the 'winter to spring' schedule.

His wings were definitely paler, so much so that the skin was now yellow, almost a light as Fluttershy's coat, he wasn't sure why they were bleaching out, he hadn't done anything with them, so a disease or something shouldn't have been a risk.

The tall man finally reached the center of town, finding a large crowd gathered around the mayor, listening to what she was saying.

"Alright ponies, let's get winter wrapped up! And let's see if we can be on time this year," the authoritative mare finished her speech, gesturing that it was time for everypony to rush off and get to work.

The human awkwardly walked up to the tan-coated pony, squatting to get eye-level with her.

"Ah, mister McCard, how is Equestria's favorite human doing today?" she asked in a happy tone, grinning wide.

"I'm the only human... but to answer your question, so far so good, nothing's happened to me except my morning routine," he answered, flashing a smile of his own.

"Well, that means that you're the favorite, albeit by default, but the favorite all the same. You're probably wondering about this whole 'wrapping up winter' thing that I just got done delivering a speech over, it is a wonderful tradition," she replied, dreamily staring into the overcast sky.

"I'll assume that you ponies basically take winter and get it the fuck out of here?" the burnt-brunette half-asked, looking at various ponies gathering up snow with snow-shovels.

"Well, except for the vulgarity, that is true, there is a special part that always makes it a lot more satisfying, though..." she trailed off, looking at the overcast sky again.

Jackson looked at the sky, at the clouds that were heavily pregnant with precipitation of a cold, or even icy, type.

*Lok Vah K-* the shout was interrupted by Mayor Mare continuing her statement.

"No magic allowed," she informed.

*Kuntbags* he finished the shout, the final word dissolving the power of the thu'um and making it do nothing.

And to think he was about to clear all the clouds in the sky with only a few words.

"Earth pony tradition, no magic, just good ol' hooves and pegasi a-flapping away," she explained, her tone as giddy as a school-filly.

The tall man sighed in contempt, this is why he couldn't have nice things:

Shit like this is hard and complicated.

Oh well, time to get to work.

It would really help if he could fly, though...