📘 Blog Post 28 — “The Board Is Quiet Now” ♟️💭
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📘 Blog Post — “The Board Is Quiet Now” ♟️💭
✒️ by The Prime Son of Chaos (now — The Silent Monarch)
There was Chaos Samuel first — pure energy in human form.
Wrote like punctuation was optional and sleep was a rumor.
Every post looked powered by caffeine, Wi-Fi, and unnecessary confidence. ⚡💀
Then came The Prime Son of Chaos.
Same brain, less noise.
Still unserious, but smoother — like he learned balance without losing bite. 🌌🔥
Now it’s The Silent Monarch.
Not a crown. Not a throne. Just calm.
Just a monarch of thought.
Less shouting, more precision.
Like the chaos finally learned how to whisper. 🕯️
♟️ About the “Monarch” Part
Before anyone starts twisting this — no, I’m not claiming royalty.
The “Monarch” came from chess.
Yeah, I’ve been playing.
Not professionally — just me, a board, a cold fanta, and lo-fi beats pretending to raise my IQ. 🎧😭
At first, I was terrible.
Then slightly less terrible.
Now? I may not be good, but I can proudly say — I’m not your average player. 😌♟️
Chess slows you down.
Makes you breathe.
Teaches that silence isn’t weakness — it’s patience in disguise.
You start to see how everything connects — every move, every risk, every hesitation.
So no, “The Silent Monarch” isn’t ego — it’s rhythm.
Playing life like chess: calm, overthinking slightly, but still moving forward.
💭 The Chaos-to-Chess Scale
Pawn of Potential — fast, loud, wrong, but learning. 💀
Knight of Confusion — unpredictable brilliance meets disaster. ⚔️
Bishop of Balance — sees the board, forgets the plan. 🧘♂️
Rook of Restraint — patient. Observant. Slightly smug about it. 😌 (currently me)
Monarch of Mind — five moves ahead, never says it. 🕯️♟️
Grandmaster of Quiet — barely moves, but every move matters. 🌙
I’m chasing that Monarch of Mind title. ♟️
Not for pride — just direction.
Since that title’s a bit broad (anyone could claim it), I’ll make mine simpler —
The Silent Monarch just sounds nice, right? 👑
And it fits.
I did write The Veiled Monarch, after all — might as well carry the next chapter myself.
You’re currently in Chaos Fragments, right?
If you’re curious about The Veiled Monarch — that’s an ebook, not part of the blogs.
And before you go digging — there’s Blog 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, and now Chaos Fragments.
Six posts in the first, twenty-six each in the next two, and this one you are reading is blog number twenty-eight —
which makes it roughly a hundred blogs total.
All written in my leisure time, just as a hobby.
No deadlines. No team.
Just me — writing because I like to. ✍🏾📘
And just to be clear, i don’t have blue eyes like Rael from The Veiled Monarch.
And was he white? I don’t even remember.
Maybe mixed. I’ll check later. 😭
I’m light-brown on a good day, caramel depending on the weather.
It’s called seasonal change, folks — summer doesn’t give a damn. ☀️💀
Perks of being Black, I guess — natural SPF. Sun lotion optional.
After all, I’m African by birth — before life took me elsewhere.
Some country somewhere in Africa — that’s where I was born. 🌍
And no, I’m not saying exactly where.
I don’t need you knowing my personal details like that. 📵
By default, we’re either Black or light-brown — some dark-brown too.
As to where exactly I’m based — or should I say live — that’s best left private.
I’d say Europe, but some of you could probably figure out —
through old blog slip-ups or by being digital detectives —
it’s the UK.
There. I said it. 🇬🇧😌
Maybe add a taper fade while you’re at it —
that Rael dude in The Veiled Monarch had white hair, after all.
I just had to make him overpowered. 😭🔥
Also — this might be the last blog I post in a while.
It’s not like anyone’s reading this anyway. 😭
I’ve got uni matters to handle — January’s approaching fast.
Prepping for Computer Science.
From my prior coding learning experience… yeah, it’s not looking good, brev. 💀
After all, I’m practically 19 now — still figuring it out, still fumbling, still moving.
How will it be? Who knows.
I guess only time will tell. 🕰️💭
So that’s where I’m at.
Discarding noise.
Moving slower.
Thinking clearer.
Playing life like a long game of chess I occasionally blunder in.
The name isn’t ego — it’s a checkpoint.
Every version of me built the next.
Now it’s less chaos, more focus — still funny, still learning, still writing.
✒️ — The Silent Monarch
🩶 Writing mid-match. 🌍 Quietly calculating. ♟️ Still human. 💭
