RecipeMuncher

The opponent stood motionless and stared me down. No sound. No feeling. Not even an emotion. He could do nothing and win. For me there was no choice. I was sweating and feeling fear. The tension was palpable. And I had to do something. A pile of six bricks was staring right back at me. I wasn’t sure what was causing more pressure on me. The thought of my hand potentially breaking as it was going through this stack of stone, or dozens of people watching me. What if I failed by either accoun (...)