I greatly enjoy dice — the polyhedral ones to be clear, although the six-sided ones have their charm. I have them in all sorts of colors. I have dice with inclusions inside, mass-produced sets, metal, and handmade ones in different sizes, obscure shapes, and for weird usages. I have dice that tell you what to have for dinner —vegan options included! I have some from Las Vegas; dice shaped like bottles, bullets, and arrows; one that takes the form of a padlock; and another cut like a gemstone. I even have thematic sets tied to archetypes of fantasy creatures or species.
Most standard sets of dice contain a D4, D6, D8, D10, D12, D20, and a percentile die. I have a D3: a die with three sides. They’re all organized by colour, collection, and obscurity. I even bought a bulk bag of defect dice from a small manufacturer at a low price. The imperfections are mostly aesthetic, like incorrectly layered colors or off-centred inclusions, but that just makes them interesting. Why did I buy them? Because I like ‘em.
