Now this has gotten me all worked up.
I feel morally obliged to stand up for the little plastic/metal blighters. after all, its not their fault. They try as hard as they came to earn your approval, but they are let down by the true villans;
dice!!!
Thats right ladies and gents, dice! Those innocent looking, cubic, random number generators 'o pure evil. Just when you need 'em most these little sods let you down. What the hell? I paid good money for those dice and they go and fail me? ME?!? Dammit, I am their dice god! Not some abstract concept of chance and probability!!! ME!
Worry not my good chums, there is a way to ensure your dice stay in line and resect your Or-thori-tar. Follow these simple guidlines;
1. Pick up the offending dice and give it your best disappointed look.
2. Shake your head and make tutting noises
3. Say "couldn't take the strain huh? real shame that"
4. Hold it out to the other dice saying "say goodbye to your little friend here, he/she couldn't cut the mustard"
5. Leave the room with the now sorry excuse for a dice and return some minutes later without it.
6. Address the rest of your dice saying something along the lines of, "now i sincerely hope that that is the last of that sort of unpleasantness"
Congratulations! Your dice now fear and respect you!
And remember, its not the minis fault. |