I have a couple friends for whom the crucible is apparently not good enough for their dice, when it's possible that the opposite is true: they are insufficient for the crucible. Craps is essentially a big dice tray inlaid with a mystic topography. Try to imagine the dice rolling off of the table, and onto the floor - like so many meatballs - and the Dice Priest being like "hey, nbd - you do you."
I don't know if there's a Dice Priest. It's really more like a coven, there's a few of them; a craps table is essentially a hole that money falls into and it's stoked and tended by a tripartite witch-engine like a medieval cauldron. That said, when it comes to the sort of dice boxes favored by commoners, they're evidence of civilization. I have one that lies flat for packing, but can be snapped up at the edges so that I am never without one. I brought one to Australia, just in case. I told Kiko that I hoped he enjoyed the strip today, and he responded without ornament, or indeed, punctuation:
It's one or the other
It can't be both
We live in a society
And it's just as true now as when he said it, oh, about twenty minutes ago.
Looking forward very much to Warhammer For Lunch this Thursday afternoon, and since our previous Keek is out and thus unavailable for a rematch, it's time to see Eric's Chaos shit hit the table. Kiko and I used to play 1000 Point Games, it's a kind of balance mechanism you use to ensure fair games, and Eric is going to be fielding a unit that costs 860 points in his army. I'm not super up on the Old World lore, my only exposure is from a couple videogames, but it's a guy named "Archaeon The Everchosen," which, you know, is probably gonna be bad for me.
(CW)TB out.
