My Players
I game with folks from a crime lab. They all have, or are working towards, advanced degrees in hard sciences. And they are the worst dice ritual people I’ve seen.
They start the evening my rolling their entire collection of d20s and plucking out the ‘bad’ ones. They argue about what constitutes ‘bad’, which leads to dice trading. If the dice roll low 10 times in a row someone will figure that it’s about to start rolling high, while another person say’s it’s cursed. One guy has a thing for d20s that roll prime numbers before the game. Once the game starts they are not allowed to touch each other’s dice, though, and like everyone else they train their dice during the game.
I had to step out for 15 minutes once and when I came back they had taken apart a desk fan and were spinning dice on it. Their excuse was that they discovered it was broke and meant to fix it, but then thought, “Hey, centrifuge … it’ll be like training your dice on STEROIDS!”
As part of their more scientific pursuits they have boiled, microwaved, x-rayed and magnetized dice, and then charted the results at the table. After the fan incident they put a set of dice through a real centrifuge. One of the girls who does firearms analysis took her dice with her to the indoor shooting area to, “scare them.” To mess with me, they once brought in a Geiger counter and went over all the dice, and then acted relieved they didn’t find anything anomalous. On the plus side, a guy hid a few d20s in a high altitude weather balloon last year and handed them out as presents during the holidays.
