wha?????
ANYHOO...
LUCK is attracted to you like Bishops to little boys, it's all over you like white on rice, like a cheap sweater, like a moth to a flame, like.... you get the picture.
It becomes stifling. You can't breathe. It consumes every waking minute. You become distant and slowly fade away in to the dark recesses of what's left of your mind. You cower there for the rest of your life as luck slowly, deliberately devours you until there's nothing left but a meager pile of gold dust.
I wish I had more time to play at the Inn
