When you think your opponent is at least Gold, and at worst Silver, assuming they lack triple or quintuple-layered schemes, they still have medium and long-term strategies and calculations. They make one move whilst considering three steps ahead, only to find out you've overthought it all, and matched wits with thin air...
"Turns out, it was just a schoolkid... uh, that analogy might not be fitting. Nowadays, some schoolkids are too sharp, and the frustration of adults getting thrashed by them isn't to be underestimated. Maybe a Bronze-level player of Honour works better."
A man who perpetually wallowed in Bronze V had a profound understanding of what it meant to be at that rank. He found this analogy particularly apt.
The most direct outcome was the eternal mystery of their chaotic thoughts and actions... But if you really tried to understand them, you might just become part of that ranking.
"...How should I respond?"
