His eyes rapidly scanned the black and white checkered board behind the safety of the dark colored sun glasses. “Check mate” he said coolly with a faint smirk, “good game.”  His opponent looking rather defeated held out his hand in approval of his defeat, quietly rose to his feet and gave pause for only a moment before quietly stepping away into oblivion.  The victorious chess player grimaced as he drank from his cup and brooded over his seemingly all too simple yet eloquent victory.  “The victory isn’t sweet anymore and neither is the taste of wine, the air does not fill my lungs with satisfaction nor does my heart pump any more love for this wretched place.”  He continued to think over his situation for a moment longer before abruptly rising.  He gave a final rushed glance about the room and fluidyly took the blue pill down with another swig of ale – “Check mate” he said grinning to himself.  His body writhed and convulsed for only a moment before hitting the ground like a meteor falling from space.  “A champion of what?” – the final thought to echo in his mind and stretching outward beyond the vast grip of infinity.