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Ah, right.
It was a dark night, only lit up by the countless neon lights outside. These people owed her money, yet they played with her, hoping to win against her and turn the balance their way. Acts of the foollish and the uninformed. Usually uninformed.
Everytime someone dared her, everytime she sat down at that table and rolled her dice, it was always late for someone else to tell them about their mistake.
She doesn’t always roll a six, of course, only sixteen and two thirds percent of the time. But 100% of the time she rolls exactly what she needs to roll.
And everytime someone’s gonna tell someone to not play against her, there’s something like traffic, an accident, a pandemic. She was just lucky.
Everyone was looking at her with pure rage.
She rolled another six.