Glancing at your wallet again you notice that you only have a permit, it might be a year before you can drive again. Remembering how annoying it was beinga teenager and not being able to drive. At least you have some money in your wallet but since its not very much you guess your new identity has yet to get a job.
You realy liked how you looked too, but the thought of having to do it all over again was just too much. Sighing you decide to roll again and if things whent bad at least you had a little more money.
"I'de like to roll again" you say to the carnee.
"That will be one dollar..." the Carnee glances at your licence "Mike. So how many dice would ya like to roll?"
You think back to your days in algebra trying to think of what the most common rolls are on a dice. At least you won't have to take that class over again you chuckle to yourself. Thinking hard you seem to have lost much of your education but you manage to remember that when rolling two dies the most common roll is a 7, so if you roll six dies you should be at least 21 you hope.
"Ill roll six dies" you say to the carnee who is impatiantly waiting for the young teen to make up his mind. Handing you the dice you say a prayer hoping that you at least get past high school with this roll.
You close your eyes as you toss the dice.