Lab Report 054: En Passant and Other Lies They Tell You at the Table Lately I’ve been dabbling in chess. Yes, chess. That other game with the pieces and the pawns and the illusion of control. The one where no one’s casting Armageddon or bluffing a Counterspell with nothing in hand. The one where your queen doesn’t trigger a Blood Artist on the way out. That one. It started innocent enough—watching a few streamers, picking up an old board from a thrift store, telling myself “it’ll sharpen my Magic instincts.” Pattern recognition, timing, thinking multiple turns ahead... seemed logical. But here’s the truth. Every game I play, I try to storm off on turn four like I'm piloting a Jeskai Ascendancy deck. Every bishop I lose, I act like someone just Pongified my commander. Every time I castle? I feel like I just tucked my win condition into my deck and called it “tempo.” See, Magic taught me how to bluff. How to build Rube Goldberg machines out of draft chaff and cursed interact...