The Fatal Roll

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Ladies and gents…
roll your fate and cross your fingers.

The tactician just walked in!

Trimmed-up suit. Calm, disciplined.
He knows the game, sharp and sly.
But the dice? Hah...
They've got plans of their own.

He speaks with care, eyes crystal-clear,
Even when doom is near.
Like a bald monk... fixing his hair.
Stoic stance. He stands with flair.

But when he rolls that die...
The room goes still.
No one's dry.
When Étienne rolls his fate...
We all just try not to die.

TCHIK-tchik-TCHIK...
pffRRRrrrr...
TCHAC-tchac-TCHAC...
PLOOOP!

TCHAK-TCHAK-TCHAK…
BING-BANG...
"A ONE again?"
OOOOOOPS!

Not a warrior.
Not an assassin.

But hooooo boy...
he rolls...
and kills his own paladin!

Just one dumb ol' roll,
And BOOM...
the party's done.

Goblins laugh.
Dragons cheer.
But he still stands...
with style.

He's Étienne Cantin,
The king of the cursed dice spin!

Every throw's a shot to win...
Or trigger the madness within!

Even when it all goes wrong,
He keeps his focus strong.

A Nat 20 might slip away...
But his sharp mind's here to stay!

Yeah, he rolls those 1s...
like it's all part of the play.

The champion of fail...
in a brilliant display!

But he flips the game,
even knocked below...

All hope is gone...

Yet he steals the show.