Hands to Thyself

Posted by THE DICE on August 20, 2015

In the few short years that I've been playing Dungeons & Dragons, I feel like I have met many types of players; from the Role-Player to the Rule Master, from the Go-With-The-Flow to the Tactician.

I've seen how many different players have treated their dice as well. I've watched the Casual Player put their only set of dice into a small bag. I've watched the Hard-Core Player have a different bag for different sets of dice. None of that takes the cake though to one lady I played with when I first started out.

You could say that she was a little weird about her dice and had all sorts of rules. Those of us at the table who gamed with her a few times had learned of those rules. We didn't really have an issue with them, either. We all figured, "Hey, everybody is insane in their own little way."

She easily had fourteen or fifteen sets of dice that she carried around with her, and she would use based on the occasion.

Then she had THE DICE.

At a first glance, you wouldn't think they were anything special. Black with green. But, when a black light hit them? Those babies lit up with speckles of purples and blues, and the numbers glowed.

She carried these dice in a small velvet lined box that she claimed to have built herself. To her, these were magical dice and none of us braved her wrath to argue with her.

Her number one rule to these dice: Do NOT touch the dice. By no means were any of us to ever touch her dice, and we all agreed to her rule. We wouldn't want anyone messing with our dice either, right?

One night, we had a new player join us for our adventure. He was new to the game and had come unprepared. We figured that was okay, as the group didn't mind new people. We loaned him a set of dice, some scrap paper and a pencil, and helped him build a character before the night of adventuring got under way.

About halfway through the night, we decided everyone needed a fifteen minute break to stretch, smoke, make a phone call, etc. That's when our new player made a horrible mistake.

When our young lady player was away from the table, he touched THE DICE.

Oh did we freak! Luckily, she was away from the table, so we thought we were in the clear. We made certain to explain her rules to him, so it wouldn’t happen again.

If only he hadn't been quite so honest.

When we all sat back down, he apologized for touching her dice. She went Berzerker.

Before any of us could react, she grabbed THE DICE, ran out the back door, and grabbed the lighter fluid beside the BBQ. By the time we were able to make it out to the driveway to stop her, THE DICE were already on fire and melting to the cement.

With each new person introduced to our group, we share the number one rule: keep your hands to your own dice.