Shadowgate

With affirmative punctuation, you recite the colors flashing in your brain.

With a snort, the troll sheepishly leans back. Staring indifferently through you, his eyes sink heavily.

"Hrmph."

It retorts, clearly sifting through your response. Chest bulged outward; it balances impossibly over the void.

"Heh. A series of moves, designed to achieve a strategic or tactical goal on da' chessboard...Is known as? HAH!"