On the Thirty-First Word, the Game Turns Over

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When the dice rolled, the world changed.

The dice were fate and life, perhaps even the world itself.

One man spent every night rolling dice with the gods and experiencing that world. Depending on his choices and the numbers on the dice, the pieces had to act. He was happy, and he enjoyed every roll.

That is, until he himself became one of the pieces on the board.

“It is time to roll the dice, Snowman. Now, it is your turn.”