The dice spoke to Tim. “Come on man, you can do this.”
Tim looked around the table at the others, wondering how he had let himself gotten himself into this mess. These geeks had seemed like easy pickings. Tim had played craps for at least twenty years, and usually the dice were his friends, but these dice just weren’t right, even if they were talking to him.
“Come on man, you’ve got this,” the dice muttered.
The others looked expectantly at Tim. They wanted to see if he had it in him. Tim had bragged about his abilities, especially to Stacy. She was the reason he was here and this was his chance to clean everything up and come out of here the hero and cashing out big time. She smiled at him, encouraging him to let it roll. Still Tim hesitated.
“Come on man, Let us go!” the dice shouted.
Tim, against his better judgement let the dice fly, bouncing around the table, beseeching Lady Luck to come out of hiding and bless his offering to her. The dice came up twin ones, damn snake eyes. Stacy’s smile melted into a puddle of a frown.
“Twin critical failures,” Jim said from behind his rule books. “You drop both of your swords.”
The rest of the group around the table moaned. Stacy left the table for the kitchen. “The dragon uses its breath weapon, breathing fire over your entire group. You guys need to make a saving throw,” Jim said gleefully.
Tim didn’t want to touch those dice anymore. He just folded his arms in front of him. “I should have stuck with craps,” he said.