Force Events

OBLIVION

The Grandmaster claims another.

DEVOURED

The mass above does not discriminate between kings.

CLICK TO LOCK MOUSE — WASD TO MOVE — SEEK THE WHITE RIFT

THE ASCENSION

You plunged into the pure, blinding starlight of the White Rift. The writhing flesh claws impotently at your heels as the chessboard and its curses dissolve into infinite light.

THE BOARD HAS RISEN

CLICK TO LOOK -- WASD TO MOVE/ATTACK -- THE WALLS ARE CLOSING

THE LAST KING

Every other piece lies still. The board is yours.