+10 points if you know the reference in the title. I don’t care if the critics hated it, I loved that movie.
The boy in blue later becomes the king of a province known now as Kizhimo. Home to the University that Tama “attended” in a very loose sense. For folks that have read the “Not Enough to Survive” short story, it’s also where Ravazhi briefly taught. Kizhimo is also home to his museum pieces. If you own book two, you can also see the King of Kizhimo making an appearance in the Raviki Temple hieroglyphs (page 148).
This week’s random crafting project: A dice tower! I used an old sign for volume three that was printed on foam core and the instructions I found here.
“What is a dice tower?” you might ask. It’s a structure with a tray at the bottom. You put dice into the top of the tower structure and they bounce down several slanted layers on the inside, popping out at the bottom in a randomized roll that is caught in the tray. It keeps rolls in a compact space and helps to prevent rogue dice from bouncing off the table and rolling under chairs. I’m also hoping it will fix another problem I have…
I have a Dice Curse.
People laugh when I say that. They think I’m exaggerating. Then they see me in action at the RPG table and suddenly realize that somehow my hands take random chance and turn rolls into statistically improbable outcomes. Always unfavorable ones. I’ve given up on some systems entirely, because the way they were set up meant that my rolls were always failures.
White Wolf systems (at least when I was playing them years ago — they may have changed) had a “botch” system where any 1 rolled negated any successful die. I tried to counter that by giving myself more dice to roll. One character had 13 dice to roll on various strength-based checks and abilities. She regularly achieved -3s due to Dice Curse. One of the reasons I’ve gotten so attached to the L5R system is that at least I can pick and choose which dice to add up. The outcome might not be fantastic, but at least it’s never below zero.
So I know that it’s illogical to believe in a curse, and I’m probably just remembering the bad moments and forgetting the good, but it just seems to fit my observations. There’s probably a way to explain it in a more scientific manner — maybe how I roll, or hand dampness or temperature, who knows! In the lack of a fully logical explanation, “curse” fits well enough.
Do you have a curse? Or are you on the other side of the coin and fortunate to have a lucky charm?