Warm Watershock

LEADER. The cliched afterthought someone penned once that stuck like dried up old corn starch, left in Tupperware and left on the doorstep to being lost. And now she was finally getting it.
Will it be the same the next year? The all important, major one? The goal and the dream and the sweat and the pain and the wish come true or false and it all hung and rested on the immense but impossible shoulders of the die tossed by heaven periodically to make such supposedly apocalyptic decisions. Those die were worn and weathered and had been thrown and cursed at so many times that by now they showed no mercy. Let the people doom themselves. They would keep rolling that way or this way because well, that was the purpose of die right? The whole philosophy was to leave it up to fate. If you got it good the die were probably just in a better than average mood that day, perhaps because of a couple of new juniors of torment and mentor - ooh, spelt with almost the same letters, too. But you went and immediately thought that Lady Luck loved you now and that you would never be faced with anything remotely unfortunate...
I wish the die would roll and toll and roll.