Some games are played to be won, others can only be lost.
“I’ve got to finish it, I’ve got to…”
A small and horrible bundle of needles and dyes with a truly sickening history and unpleasant side effects.
Another scary child’s toy…
You realize a group of men is going right to you. The man in front has a hard determined look on his face, the two men behind follow him with some uneasiness. He stops before you, holding the handle of his sword in one hand, and slaps (choose person carefully) with leather gloves he carries in the other hand. "Rhadagald Thinvoice, I challenge You to a duel to dea..." Stopping abruptly, he realizes this is the wrong person.