It's a whole minute past the agreed upon meeting time and Dirk still hasn't shown up! Your phone vibrates and you see he's sent you a message.
[Sorry, might be 10 min late, see you soon]
Unbelievable! Why couldn't other people learn to organize themselves better! Now the Mountain Dew would be warm and the Doritos stale. You grab the MTH:RPG binder full of printed out supplementary material and start looking for ways to punish him in the game. As much as it annoys you that he's late at least it might be easier to guilt him into playing out your fantasies. Not that he wasn't a big push over most of the time anyway, but maybe this time you could get a handy without having to give him one (You don't like being reminded that he has a bigger dick than you when you're trying to cum) or get him to suck you off.
Five minutes later there's a knock on the basement door.
"Hey Marty it's me!" Dirk's voice comes through.
Dammit he's earlier than he said! You were just starting to look through cursed horseshoes you could use to transform Dirk's character into something more appealing (You were baffled over how he could choose a pegasus over a unicorn! Dirk had no taste). You clomp up the basement stairs and unlock the door. Dirk is standing there panting heavily with sweat dripping down his pudgy frame.
"Took you long enough." you grumble, letting him in.
"Sorry! I ran as fast as I could." he apologized plomping down on a chair trying to catch his breath. Dirk was overweight and had a fair bit of stubble on his chin but was no where near as large and unkempt as you (but you have an excuse; physical activity is beneath a man of your intellect and you have far too much anime to watch to waste any time grooming yourself). His voice sounded parched, "Could I get a drin-"
"Where were you?" you interject. Pouring yourself a cup of mountain dew (Climbing up those stairs was tiring).
"I took my little brother to that Carnival in the park." he explained between breaths as you take a swig of soda, "But then the return bus was late and-"
"Pfft-carnivals" you interrupt with a scoff, "why rot your minds with a bunch of cheap thrills and parlor tricks."
"It wasn't that bad," Dirk mumbles sheepishly, "you might enjoy it-"
"Ha! Me enjoy a carnival?" you doubt arrogantly, "I assure you none of the so called 'entertainment' those carny hicks provide meant to distract the common masses would interest my enlightened mind!"
Dirk just sighs and starts unpacking the gear from his backpack. You take a seat and smirk, knowing he couldn't argue with your superior intellect. It's a gift and a curse and you're pretty sure it's the reason you've never been in a relationship (someone once suggested it might be your questionable hygiene and toxic personality but they were obviously just jealous). Dirk brings out his character sheet and dice as well as a box of fudge. Without asking you take one with your still slightly sticky and unwashed fingers, popping it in your mouth. It's quite good.
"I bought that fudge at the carnival, I won a whole set of d6's in one of the carnival games too." Dirk says excitedly, as his stubby fingers open a separate small bag and pouring out eight light green dice. Something stirs in the back of your mind. They seem familiar to you but you can't quite figure out why. "The guy said they were lucky or something and-"
"-And you probably ended up paying triple to "win" the carnival game than if you'd just ordered them online." you finish off smugly, "Gullible people like you are how they stay in business, but they'd never be able to outsmart an intellectually evolved being such as myself."
As you finish "enlightening" Dirk you take another sip of your mountain dew and let out a burp without excusing yourself. Dirk's face droops disappointedly as he groups the dice he was moments ago so excited about with the rest of his dice. Strangely, even though they look like regular six sided dice something seems off, almost as though they are giving off some kind of energy. But you push the thoughts away. After all your rational mind is above such petty superstitions such as luck and magic (Magic only exists in the realm of My Tiny Horse gifted to equines by the Goddess SparkleMane.)
"Well enough time wasting," you say, "Lets get started..."