The Dice Gods demand blood

I’m plotting out my next book at the moment, really fleshing things out. I have always known the overarching shape of the story and where we were going to end up, but all the bits in between are hazy. I like discovering them as I go.

I reached a juncture today where things are getting dicey.

A character is going to die, but I never really knew which one.

I had a hierarchy of which ones I’d be okay with dying, and which one I really DID NOT want to die. So I left it up to my d20 to decide.

I gave the character that I want to live between 1 and 7. If the die chose them, that would not be great.

The second character, I assigned 8 – 13. This character, I don’t really want to die, but could work around their death.

The third character, I assigned 14 – 20. This one I could totally live without and would be fine with them dying.

Once the values were set, I picked up the D20, shook it, then cast it.

It landed on a Nat 1.

You just wouldn’t fuckin’ believe it, would you?

I bargained with the Dice Gods. Oh, let’s do best two out of three, okay? Yeah, we can get another outcome that way, right???

Second roll, a 4.

Sigh. Okay, so that’s how it’s going to be?

Third roll, a 7.

Defeated sigh.

Okay, Dice Gods. 

Message received loud and clear.

This was originally posted over on my Patreon, which is the best way to support me and my writing.

Published by Matthew J. Barbeler

Matthew J. Barbeler writes dark fiction to die for.

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