Entering a D.I.E. tournament with my childhood tormentor Wes Grimsbane… was it even worth the effort for a card, no matter how hard I’d worked to earn it?
I lay on my bed, staring at the shadows on the ceiling.
Wes’ face leered close to mine; his hands around my neck.
My stomach twisted and I sat up quickly.
Wes was right.
Without D.I.E. I have nothing.
No friends.
No social skills.
No special abilities to speak of.
Scraping through school even though I was already set back two years due to my poor academic performance; I was a disappointment to my parents and teachers.
All I had going for me was an obsession with a card game that clicked with my brain in a way that nothing else ever did…
In a way that no-one could understand…
I rolled over on my bed, laughing into my pillow.
Wes probably thought he’d set up the perfect blackmail for me.
But he was wrong.
I didn’t care about the $500 prize money.
Heck, I didn’t even care about the Dark Wolf card.
The only thing that gave my life any purpose was playing D.I.E.
If I was manipulated into playing D.I.E. for someone else’s needs, then so be it.
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