What do Yudhishthira’s Dice look like?
Sunday, February 4, 2007
In a previous post I talked about why I like character sheets, the good things they add to game, and the reasons I like to have fancy ones. The thing that I didn’t add, that I should have, was that I’m a little fetishistic around my games and game stuff. Fancy sheets are just part of it, I also have character binders that keep all my characters in good order, with all their fancy sheets and any game artifacts safely stowed between covers that are usually themselves decorated with full color art — some of which was even made just for the binder by professional artist friends of mine. My game cards all have nifty card boxes, from the Elmore tin for the Dragonlance Saga or the X-Men for the Marvel Saga, or the special old west style poker deck cover I found for the cards I play Dust Devils with.
Most of these I can justify, in one small way or another. They really don’t cost that much money, don’t take that long to put together, and just kind of sit there and look pretty when I’m not doing anything with them.
But of all the fetishistic elements in my gaming repertoire the longest lasting, most prevalent, and probably most expensive (with the exception of the books themselves) hast to be my dice. I can try to explain this one away too, but my words sound hollow even to my own ears. Certainly I GM a lot, and even to this day often have to supply the dice for a whole table full of people. (”Have to” as in “twist my rubber arm and make me buy more dice oh please no.”) I’ve also bot lots of boxed sets that came with their own dice, and so that explains some of it. But lets be honest: none of that explains the joy I take in my dice, the size of my dice collection, or the fact that my wife and I have been known to buy each other dice for Christmas. It’s nothing but a sickness. A joyful sickness.
Here then are some of the symptoms of my sickness.
This is the d20 that came with my first D&D boxed set. He’s something around 27 years old at this point. The markings all over him are from where I used to bite and chew on him when he was traitorous and didn’t roll well enough:

These are the dice that I got Mo for Christmas:

And these those that she got me for my birthday the next year:

These are the dice we gave out as table-gifts to the gamers at our wedding (including ourselves). It’s worth noting that we aren’t allowed to use them in games where we’re competitive against each other, and that the one time when I had a GM use one of them against me in a game it resulted in my 1st level character killing a 9th level character without being touched. Bitches can’t use my wedding dice against me:

This is our Bowl O Dice. This is our generic and ugly dice, none of the pretty or special ones go in here:

These are the dice I got from one of the Sirens of Treasure Island:

The ugly brothers, the butt-ugliest dice I’ve ever owned:

In addition to those pictured I also have official Dream Pod 9 dice, Fudge dice in their original containers, Changeling, Wraith, and Werewolf dice, and many more. It is, however, worth noting that we don’t have any of those $100 gem dice. I would make this a moral victory, but the truth is its more that I just don’t have any of them yet. Some day I will have the ruby dice.
But the real reason I know this thing is a sickness and out of control? I’m doing a journal post about my dice. Really.