Epilogue
What drives a man to do what he does? Women give birth, we're on the sidelines, wondering what it's all about. Diving into the deepest of our motives, leaving a mark, like an animal in the woods, is certainly part of it. "Kilroy was here", such is our need. Then there's this annoying awareness that life is terminal. Having children doesn't quite prevent one's having to come to terms with that. The animal marks and doesn't think about it, but we're not so priviliged. We not just pee, we want it to make sense. We want it to be permanent. We write books or create art or discover math or the laws of nature, well ... almost, but that's beside the point. At least we try. We must try. We're doomed to try.

The cheapest roads to immortality are writing books, creating art or playing Chess. Of course, we see only the sunlit tip of the iceberg not the big black cold below. Most writers and artists effortlessly outlive their own work and I didn't know what to write about or what to create to begin with. And I was bad at Chess. The prospects of cheap immortality were slowly but surely slipsliding away. I was sentenced to common sense.

So I was only too grateful to discover I had a talent. Call me a romantic, I like the idea of following one's talent, whatever the consequences. So, for the time it lasted, it became a total dedication. Havannah had no special position for having been marketed and having failed. I had already discovered that the games I valued most, were the games least likely to be marketed. They're not supposed to be marketed, they're a gift. So my friend Ed and I put them all on MindSports, to at least make them available. Ed does all those great things that my inductive mind is badly wired for, applets, interfaces, the works. That was a decade after their invention. My philosophy was that of a snake mother: deliver them and let them prove themselves.

That took a long time. But they didn't actually die out there, while I was occupied otherwise. They kept popping up at wiki and gameservers and stuff. When I finally returned from otherwise, 2007 or thereabouts, I was surprised to find I hadn't died either.
I lived unexpectedly.

And then Havannah was discovered by a broader player base, ironically not at MindSports but at Little Golem, and at about the same time that is 'programmability challenge' was discoverd to indeed be a challenge. I'm very happy about that, because I hope it will give me some credit when I say there's more where it came from. If you want good games I need you to trust them.

What a game needs is a player base or controversy. Grand Chess will remain controversial, the important part being that it will remain. If 'complete Chess' has a future, Grand Chess will have a future. Havannah has a growing player base and a growing reputation for being 'unprogrammable'. Those are two legs to walk on. So disregarding the ornamental, this leaves four games that ask for your trust. They only reluctantly show themselves because they're strategy games: they will only reveal their secrets to those willing to learn that there's 'more to them than meets the eye'. They're games you cannot try without being tried by them.
But they hold a lifetime of reward.


Enschede, march 6, 2009,

christian freeling
 
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