So, I've been going to occupational therapy recently in hopes that it will help with the tremors in my hands, which sometimes make difficult things like writing, typing, zippers, buttons, et al. As a way towards setitng up one of the exercises, the therapist asked if I have any dice.
Do I have dice?
I have dozens of dice.
(It used to be hundreds before I down-sized a few years back).
Polyhedral (d4, d8, d10, d20) and traditional (d6).
Opaque and crystaline. Inked and un-inked (which I preferred). Pristine and worn-down.
A lot of these dice are beautiful but impractical, like the Roman pottery dice or set of somewhat skewed wooden dice. Or there's the beautiful but sinister set I picked up at last year's GaryCon, which have a die-within-the-die, with this interior die being a monstrous eye that floats freely to stare at the person rolling the die.
For years I carried a d8 (red) and d10 (green) around with me everywhere I went, just in case an impromptu game of D&D broke out nearby. And all gamers I used to play with had huge jars of dice somewhere around their gaming table.
In recent years things have changed. Most of the people I game with use electronic dice programs rather than actual physical dice. And it's clear they get just as much fun from and feel just as much suspense with the new virtual dice as with their predecessors.
But there's still something iconic about rolling those weird dice.
current reading: THE DRAGON HOARD by Tanith Lee (1971)
THE WIFE SAYS
Isn't that a paperback book you're reading?
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