James looked at the phone in his hands, watching as the text he had written vanished into nothing, being instead replaced with a new text, from X. The answers were all pretty decisive, including the last, rather cocky point. So, it thought it was unkillable? If it had stats, the same as him, then it could be killed. Even if it had max stats, and could regenerate wounds a million times faster than the speed of light, and rip a hole clean through him that would tear through time back to the dinosaurs and further, the X character would still be kill able. Which left only one clear option; win the game. Whatever it's win criteria was, it could be met. 

It only dawned upon James in the second he thought of winning that, for the past 5 minutes, he had been pacing his room and twirling a knife he had picked up in the left hand. He had a couple scattered around the house, in case he needed them, but he didn't remember picking one up in the time he spent thinking. On his next turn, he spun on an axis and threw the knife, it sticking into a board covered in paper on the other side of the room. Then, he stepped to his desk, switching on the laptops and speedily typing in his password. The weren't many people he knew that could match his speed of typing, and even if they could they wouldn't be able to match his precision. He clicked a small icon on his task bar at the bottom, and it loaded up a Microsoft word document, fresh for writing on. And write was exactly what he did.

[center][b][u]Dice, a series of short stories[/u][/b][/center]
[center][i]Story One: D6[/i][/center]

[i]It sat off to the side, a silhouette cast by a computer monitor brighter than the surrounding room. The screen was split into multiple sections, each focusing on a single person, there experiences, and everything they did. Sound came through the speakers on either side, but all sounded disjointed; separate, as if all the sounds were coming through separate audio channels, sounding singularly against the rest, coming across completely clear. In the figures hand, a small, translucent blue die sat, being twirled around slightly in an intricate, slightly hypnotic style. The scene continued for a short while, but then the figure stopped spinning the dice, and instead angled its arm to roll it. The die clattered across the desk, shining a slight pale wood colour before fading into complete white, and came to a stop on a 5. In the instant the dice stopped, one part of the monster switched to black, and the feeds rearranged themselves into an even split of five. And in that same instant, all the people on the screen seemed to have something happen to them, all simultaneously and abruptly, they each picked up or were given a blue dice, identical to the one sat on the desk glinting in the blue light of the screen.[/i]

James cracked his knuckles and stood from his chair, instead switching over to google for a quick search. In the search bar, he typed [i]Fast acting sleeping pills[/i] and hit the enter key. He was immediately granted millions of results, but he just clicked the first that appeared.

[b]"So tell me then, X. If I say, invite them over for a bit, put them to sleep, kill them and hide the bodies, would I get a good amount of dice, or not?[/b]