[Black Leviathan]

We had a cooler when we were kid gamers. A player named Pat who could turn the luck in your dice to crap just by touching them. We understood rationally that this was BS but it worked somehow. If someone was just on a tear of critical rolls and massive damage rolls someone would instruct Pat touch the dice and they'd go flat and cold.

Around the same time I we played with a roommate named Gary that was a bit that-guy and he'd punish his dice for misbehavior. Say what you will about living with someone like that, after your dice betray you all night long it is genuinely satisfying in ways you'd never guess to melt them into the patio bricks with a butane torch.