Stories told by me about myself.
Lucky dice.

When I was seven years old, my parents divorced.
My dad had a hard time controlling his anger and sometimes resorted to physical punishment.

He really loves tabletop war games, and so far I am the only one of his children who plays them well.

When I was fourteen, sometimes on weekends we played one-on-one. And I often won because I rolled the dice well.
He would get angry and go out to smoke on the balcony.
It was a bit scary, but I was still happy.

Even if I'm weaker, luck is on my side.

You can roll lucky dice, they come up sixes more often than regular ones.