Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf) Subject: Death & Destiny... at it again... Message-ID: <1992Sep24.180411.22820@cheshire.oxy.edu> Date: Thu, 24 Sep 1992 18:04:11 GMT In the inestimable swirl of the multiverse, two figures sit, playing a game for the fate of all that is, was, and ever shall be... "Well now, sis... was it your turn or mine?" asked Destiny, carefully stud- ying the tiles arranged in front of him... In silent answer, Death glanced at her cards, then motioned for her sibling to go... "Right. Okay." Destiny picked up a 20-sided die and rolled. "A 10! I get a re-roll 'cause I'm skilled, right?" Death nods. "Cool. And the next number is 14! 10 and 14 for 24!" Destiny pushed a small iron dog around the board. "Park Place. I'm buying it." He picked a few blue chips out of a nearby cup and threw them down. "Your turn." Death inclined her head, carefully studying the situation. Then she drew a Spell card. Seemingly pleased, she turned it upright. Destiny looked annoyed. "Mass mind control, eh? Damn!... hang on..." He reached over and spun a pointer. It stopped on 'Dud warhead'. "Hah! No effect! You're gonna have to try harder than that, sis..." Death bristled with indignation, then drew another card and slapped it down: The Magician. Destiny was unperturbed. He laid a card of his own on top. The High Priest. "Beats your mage, sis. You miss a turn, and we're moving to the Inner Cir- cle. 10 of my pawns left, with 3 in reserve. You've got 3 pawns, four rooks... and your queen. I'm taking a bus this turn." Destiny wrote his destination on a pad and concealed it with a green BUS ticket. Death seemed to grin even wider than usual. She moved her Queen onto space 102 on the map of London before them. Destiny grumbled. "Oh, heck! You got me. Pick a new tile from the deck for the result, would ya?" Death reached for a tile and flipped it over, revealing an abstract definition of the void, with two figures playing an eternal game... Death and Destiny considered the tile. "Uh oh," Destiny mumbled. "Christ, I wish we could re-draw... but rules are rules. Roll on the 'The Jig is Up' chart..." Destiny picked up two small plastic pigs and rolled them... they ended up on top of each other. She then rolled a six-sided die, getting a two. She con- sulted the chart, then pointed a bony figure at one of Destiny's pawns on the board, and one of his reserve pawns... Destiny examined the pawns closely. "The 'Kan and the Archmage, eh? Rats! Why couldn't it have been a peasant or someone else equally clueless. If eith- er of these schmoes ever let slip about our game, Mom and Dad are gonna be real mad. I mean REAL mad. We'll have to destroy the whole thing, and probably clean up our rooms, too. Blech." Death shuddered, and nodded sympathetically. "Welp, they know, and there's nothing we can do about it for now. *sigh* Just keep your fingers crossed..." Death nodded, and gestured impatiently. "Huh? Oh, yeah, it's my turn, isn't it? 50 bucks on red 34. I feel lucky this time..." he grinned. And the game goes on...