Roll the Dice

Dice and life.

What do these two things have in common? Well, to be honest they have absolutely no correlation whatsoever to most people out of Dice's area of Chicago.

None at all.

So, what does this mean? What makes those in Dice's area so special? So different? Well, let me explain.

If you've ever ended up on Dice's bad side, you already now how to play his game. Unfortunately for you though, you thought rolling a double on his diamond encrusted dice would save you. Nope. You thought.

How's it feel to be dead?

There are six ways to roll doubles. One of the ways will supposedly save you. Double sixes. But, what most don't know is that you always roll double sixes on Dice's dice. Always. So, you think you're free, huh? Well, nope. Not at all.

"Roll the dice," he'll say.

His voice will seep with humor. It's always funny to him. Always. Because you believe that this man has a heart-that he'd actually allow you to go free after crossing him. Bless your little heart.

"Two sixes and you win," he'll say," anything else, and you die."

You roll double sixes, only to see a dark smile still plastered on his face. There's a catch. There's always a catch.
"Lucky you," he'll say, "but I think you know the rules. Double numbers mean roll again. Roll the dice."

This time, you roll anything but double sixes. Anything. Maybe double ones; maybe double threes; hell, maybe even a six on one and a three on the other. But I guarantee you, double sixes will never happen twice in a row. Ever. It's all a part of the game. His game.

You see his pistol. Your life flashes before you eyes. It's all over now. All of it. All because you had to roll the dice.