Aah, dice really get me all mushy inside (probably a residue of my temporarily abandoned D&D 'career'). Especially if I think about a bunch of them in my hand, powering up for a nifty sneak attack of straight sixes. All the more so when they are round and cute like that.
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
(Terry Pratchett, Good Omens)
Sounds like our DM(s), all right.
D&D gone statistical:
