Tyndareus and Collins sat opposite one another at a little table, a bunch of dice between them. The room was loaded up with the sound of shaking dice and the strain of the game.
Tyndareus laughed, "You want to beat me at this game, Collins? I've been playing dice for a really long time."
Collins sneered certainly, "Keep in mind the dark horse, Tyndareus. Karma is my ally today."
They each alternated throwing the dice, the result unsure with each throw. As the game advanced, Collins appeared to be acquiring the high ground, winning a large number of rounds.
Tyndareus grimaced, shocked by Collins' dash of karma. "This can't occur. How can you win each round?"
Collins giggled, "It's all in the wrist, old buddy. Seems as though karma has chosen to lean toward me today."
After a couple of additional rounds, Collins arose as a definitive victor of the game, causing Tyndareus a deep sense of's incredulity.
Tyndareus hesitantly conceded rout, "Nicely done, Collins. I should say, you have a remarkable ability for this game."
Collins smiled, "Thank you, Tyndareus. It was a delight playing against you. Perhaps in the future, karma will be your ally."
Also, with that, Collins gathered his rewards, passing on Tyndareus to consider his surprising loss in the round of dice.