The warning signs on the laboratory door said Keep Out, but the dice in your palm didn't care.

In the fluorescent light, they look innocent enough, like a vial of weaponized bio-hazard waste cooling in a beaker. They feel heavy, slick, and slightly dangerous.

Then, the facility's power grids blow.

In the sudden, pitch-black dark of the ruined lab, the dice violently wake up. They don't just glow; they bleed a fierce, incandescent neon green that stains your fingers. The etched numbers seem to float on a surface of bubbling, liquid sci-fi waste. As you toss them across the wooden table, they bounce like fragments of a cracked reactor core, leaving a trail of radioactive light in their wake.

You didn't just roll for initiative. You just unleashed a meltdown.

Dice will be ready to ship in 10-14 days.