#d24

Lou Zocchi has died at age 91 (Feb 17, 1935 - Apr 15, 2026).

Lou was the founder of Gamescience, a game designer, publisher, and distributor, and a designer of dice. He also entertained at cons as a magician and ventriloquist. Above:

Lou Zocchi with puppet Woody Knotts.

Some Precision Dice by Gamescience purchased uninked from Lou in person at a game convention. These dice are known for their sharp edges, not having been tumbled as part of an inking and cleaning process. His designs improved the randomness and durability of polyhedral dice at a time when some other brands were visibly irregular or disintegrated quickly.

Some of Lou's dice inventions, the D3, D5, D14, D16, and D24, which came with a sheet of suggested uses and which now are used in games like Dungeon Crawl Classics.

This 500g Classic D24 Durian Cake (S$20.50) with two layers of D24 filling made with 100% genuine D24 durian flesh mixed with a bit of fresh cream, in between layers of Emicakes' soft and fluffy original chiffon. As echoed by my colleagues, the durian flavour is a little muted this round and I also found the chiffon’s texture a bit rough though overall it was still a fantastic indulgence. In fact, my colleague said she can finish the whole cake 🍰 in one sitting. (☉_☉)

Interaction On AO3 Appreciated!

Pet (Literal)

Fleetingly, Donald had to wonder why they let this particular cell be so dim these days. A series of lucky breaks on his part didn’t mean that any real stability had been found in their experiment, and it hadn’t even been that long — a few months, at best? — since the last incident. Sure, his reports on that night had been skewed for his own selfish, stupid reasons, but that wasn’t the point! It was the damned principle of the thing, and well… There wasn’t exactly a non-zero chance of something in here going to merry Hell, that’s all.

In an ironic twist of fate, the rest of him — and the part that was quickly winning out — was more focused on how attractive his beast looked under the low-lights of his glorified cage. X-24 was sprawled out across the excuse-for-a-bed, muscles pulled taught beneath the fraying fabric of a black shirt, lips curled into the faintest smirk.He seemed as unbothered by the discomfort as he was by Pierce’s presence in the room, but that was nothing new. He considered, distantly, if that was a common trend in that family tree, or if it was the result of their all-too-successful conditioning… and quickly decided that he didn’t want to dwell on that. Best to focus on the task at hand — which was not getting eviscerated for misreading a signal.

Stepping over the rest of the way, he couldn’t help but notice how damned loud the sound of his own combat boots sounded against the concrete of an otherwise silent cell. It didn’t matter — should have been expected when alone with a creature that barely spoke. He threw himself unceremoniously onto the cot at 24’s side, draping across the scratchy fabric of the sheet – letting his lips curl up into a wolfish smile, as though his heart didn’t start pounding every time he did something this fucking stupid.

— As though his favorite animal couldn’t hear that.

Those frequently-absent eyes had darkened, and it almost looked like he wanted something. The thought made Pierce’s stomach twist, though it was less with nerves than one would expect. A quiet exhale, cybernetic fingers reaching out to lightly trail over those perfectly toned muscles; his own voice was all breath, no bite, encouraging a moment of simplicity wherever they could find it.  “Good boy…”

It felt like the next several minutes were suspended in time as he waited — watching for telltale signs of agitation, half-expecting to be across the room with broken bones at a moment’s notice. When none of that came, the air between them warm and calm, silent in a more comfortable way than it had been before, he found his smile softening despite himself. Mechanical fingers shifted, moving to scritch lightly through the beast’s hair, the action as affectionate as it was demeaning.

(puts her writing cap on)

Alright, all hands on deck, I gotta finish that fanfic before 2027 aka - the year when Hans became a stereotypical crazy ex-boyfriend who came back to kill you and your family in revenge, failed miserably and got kicked by a reindeer.

The DM's treasure hoard of Dice. Choose from them at your own peril 🤨

Thank you so much everyone for all the likes and reblogs.

Now to answer the questions that I got sent to me as messages.

No I'm not a hoarder this is a collection of dice that I have been collecting for over 40 years.

The chest was given to me as a gift for Christmas / Yule time this year (2019).

I have been playing Dungeons and Dragons for over 40 years as well as many other tabletop games.

Yes there are light hidden inside and around the jars and behind the sword to make it glow.

Yes I do plan on adding more lights for the display purposes.

Yes I do plan on keeping this as a display in my home.

All of the lights currently are linked to a remote control eventually I want to put them on a motion sensor so when you approach the chest the lights will get brighter and brighter and brighter.

I do have a smaller chest thet I'm going to put inside that has gemstones in it as well as some other items to make it look more like a treasure chest.

Yes I am going to fill the bottle with liquid I plan on using a glow-in-the-dark solution so when it gets light on it, it will charge them up and they will glow on their own.

I haven't updated nor been on this site in awhile; one thing I know for sure is how happy I am, and how perfect our lives are. I got engaged, my baby girl is growing up happy and healthy, and my fiance is the most handsome, kind man on the planet.