Game 2:
It's the Northwood South-Eastern West Invitational, and your long-time rival, Captain Jergwillicutty, has been scoffing at your Open Sicilian since the dawn of time. "Your c-file is weak and soon to be mine!" he taunts, shaking a fish at you. "I hope you get a tank full of pet fish, and you slowly fall in love with them, and they all steadily ignore you!"
The taunt stings, and you wipe away a few fish-related tears. But then you realize that you've got other plans.
Find the winning move, Hotshot!
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Game 1:
It's the State Open, and you've been in a back-and-forth battle with your long-time rival, Captain Jergwillicutty, for the past hour. You're threatening to dislodge his knight with your pawns, with your pieces all aiming toward his f7 pawn.
To defend, Jergwillicutty has brought his Queen to b6, attacking your rook. "Hah!" he says to you, as he slaps his clock with a fish. "Beat that, Hotshot! I hope you lose all your socks in the drier!"
You place a monocle over your eye (for extra concentration points, of course) and squint at the position for a long time. One hour. Two hours. Five days. Six years. After a decade of thinking (... how have you survived this long, without eating? Nobody knows), you finally play your move.
Find the winning move, Hotshot!