King: *was going to say something but now he has dice in his hand! And he looks at them like they are evil.* Does this mean I get to go first then. King: *wishes he had alcohol, just... throws the damn dice* King: ....So whose number three? /can clearly see its not Meth, YAY/ Haine: .... *Glances over to the list and nearly head/counters.* ...Me. Samuel: Hurray for the albino! What has he won? [KING rolls HAINE, and CARESS NECK] Haine: ! *FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK* King: ...Well, at least I don't have to bite your nipple, man. Samuel: Ah, don't discount that possibility yet. A nipple bite is still the best cure for the rickets, after all. You'd not want to damn this poor creature to another humilating trauma, would you? Bryn: Right uhm, you know you can pass, right? Bryn: If you take o