The ultimate intricacies of a gently perturbed chess player’s might of mind – fallen soldiers still fight. Open-ended atrophies about to endlessly happen. Inevitable and ready to take one for the team of ten-thousand emblematic men with fists for gun-slinging fingers – serenely both vehemently sworn-in. This is all-out mentally magnificent War, we’ll have you know it. Two delicate-minded people carrying inordinately expressive abilities: to take the weight of a misplaced finger placement and to play it in again – just when oh, when though? Have to, need to both know…