So. I bought some story cubes to add a new level of difficulty to postcard writing. Thing was I had a whole boat load of them. So I picked up a 20 sided die at Red Castle Games near me and invented a new game. Roll all the dice. But what ever the 20 sided dice reads is how many story dice cubes I have to incorporate. This is LITERALLY the first roll I ever did.
A one. So I stared at the dice. Which ONE die? It was almost even harder than I imagined. Each die spawned its own story. I almost regret moving them into that straight line because I wish I could have seen what that arrow was pointing at when it landed. It's like consulting bones or reading tea leaves. I remember when I saw the magic wand I first thought it was a cigarette. Cigarette stories...do I have any stories involving cigarettes? And that spawned the above story I wrote. A true story I might add. I was fasting, hanging out at jersey diner with a good friend of mine. And the woman let her guard down and casually admitted she might have been a closet racist. It also helped that this Haley Tan person who will hopefully be receiving the card asked for local favorite foods...a greeting in my native language...and a suggestion where she should go if she ever visited. Anyone visiting NJ...should probably find a hole in the wall NJ diner and have a cup of coffee.