Listen you goons, I am trying to tell you how this works. I have crafted for you a storyline for you all to immerse yourselves in. This one is my design. It’s called “Kaos”. With a ‘K’. It is not Dungeons and Dragons. Imagine a world wracked by nuclear fallout, strange fifth dimensional beasts and roving bands of raiders. The three of you are going to be trying to survive harsh nuclear winters, skin cracking sun of wasteland deserts, and hordes of mutant freakoids. You roll this dice for initiative, then after that you can do whatever: fight, fuck, or walk away.
Well how do I walk away?
Where are you gonna go, Lou? You got cowshit in your ears? This is a wasteland.
Whoeven says that?
Says what?
Guys, keep it down, Molly is upstairs. Phil, You gotta be outside of combat and then you roll a dice. Whatsamatter you never played Monopoly before?
Who even says ‘cowshit in your ears’?
Oh please this isn’t anything like Monopoly. This is some satanic shit right here that I am looking at.
Phillip, thinks everything is demonic since he tried burning a Ouija board once and found it again beneath his bed.
In the room beneath the bare electric bulb with the men on their stools holding their steins, they stop and are still because they can hear Molly at the top of the stairs. Molly will hold this memory in her mind. The one in which her father crossed the concrete room to hoist her into his arms. She will remember the way the world shook while he bounced her on his leg, and the men all fought around the billiards table. Her small fingers on the gridded map sketched on graph paper. Dice rolls. Loud laughter. And her father, stern and familiar, brought their wild tempers into line. How happy they all were together for a while. FDM
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