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Jahresreimer - Narrenmatt

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Published: September 6, 2015
Jahresschreiber (11/52): Spiele
Narrenmatt

Ist dieser Zug ein schlauer?
Der siebte weiße Bauer
Macht zwei Schritte vor.
Das ist ein Eigentor.
Bauer von e2
Rückt zwei Felder bei.
Bauer auf f4.
Den König im Visier
Hat auf h4 die Dame.
Narrenmatt der Name
Dieser Kurzpartie.
Weiß geht in die Knie.
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Jahresschreiber (20/52): Spiele by RetSamys
Die Jahresschreiber ist ein Schreib-Challenge, mit dem man sich ein ganzes Jahr lang jede Woche zum Schreiben bringen kann. Auf dem Blog der Lesenische erscheint jeden Mittwochmorgen ein neues Thema, bis die 52 Wochen abgelaufen sind.

Die gesammelten 52 Werke werde ich später zusammen veröffentlichen, die (etwas) besseren Ergebnisse lade ich extra hoch.

Hehe, ich dachte mir: "Was ist das kürzeste Spiel, das ich spielen kann?"
Und es gibt tatsächlich die Möglichkeit, ein Schachspiel in vier Zügen zu beenden. (Oder zwei, weil der Wechsel von Weiß auf Schwarz als ein Zug gilt?)
Also:
1. f2-f3 e7-e6
2. g2-g4 Dd8-h4#
Quelle: Wikipedia

Narürlich würde niemand so spielen. Ist trotzdem lustig.
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