one time my brother and i were playing chessmaster over LAN, i was in the basement and he was on the first floor. both computers were running windows XP, but the computer i was using was dubbed the 'old XP' because we got it sooner. the biggest attraction of playing over LAN was really, chess on the computer, different floors, what even is this century.
i wasn't old enough to have a playstyle for chess. at some point, you accumulate that sort of charm that comes with interacting with people over 20 and not having the immediate repulsive effect of, this person doesn't even have that nebulous additional syllable in his age, and thus you necessarily devise ways of describing yourself that inflate your intrigue; "i am a rather organized chess player." this described my brother, he likes to describe the way he does things, and he liked to be established on the board, have a layout of his pieces that he liked to look at and that he felt would consistently lead to success. i didn't have anything like that.
being 5 years older, at a point where that is a huge chunk of your life, is enough to be the favorite in a chess game. at some point, he had four queens, and was making the most out of his second estate, just clearing a massive portion of the board to house his queens, maybe escort his remaining pawns to the end. i saw an opportunity, his king was sort of nestled in some place that he wasn't paying mind to. i could mate it if a pawn was there, protected by my rook. there was one of his pawns, in the way, though. if i took the 5ish turns to advance it, not even considering that he might send a queen over to clean that whole situation up, he would still take it with that g'd pawn. so i had to take another 5ish turns yet to send a decoy pawn that he would take and clear a path for the real assassin.
i spent 10 turns after noticing the situation to just, move up a pawn. he didn't care, it was just a pawn, he had like 6 queens by now. i wasn't even paying attention to his festivities, just staring at the pawn, making sure that it would indeed be the mate that i thought it was. i was on the edge of my seat, probably, it was kind of a crummy seat; i was in the basement after all.
checkmate. he was dumbfounded. no takesies backsies, it was computerized, nothing he could do, other than try not to laugh amid his own distress and deny that it could even be possible.
that became my chess style. sneak up on you, be an opportunist, have no trouble playing from behind.
i voted no, unqualified.