Description

A dice tower straight out of the bowels of the Megalopolis.

3d printed and handpainted by ManaForge – not suitable for children under 14. All prices indicated are total prices (plus shipping costs, if applicable). Tax exempt due to the small business regulation.
Model by RobertusMaximus – https://www.printables.com/model/856077-megalopolis-pipe-dice-tower-with-a-story

Item will be produced on demand. Paintjob details may differ.

The Dice Tower’s story, by Robertus Maximus

You work deep in the bowels of the megalopolis. Often where man or beast fear to tread. Heavy weapons troopers stand at ready while you work.
However, often they are no match for the diseased, twisted mutants that stalk the shadows. Aliens of all shapes and sizes lurk there, waiting for the sweet morsel of a lost human. And then there are the heretics. That chant and prey to the old dark gods. Twisted corrupted words that damage the mind and destroy the soul. After working all those long dark hours, the last thing you want to do is think about pipes!

But you’ve got this neighbor. Twisted son of a dog that he is. The drinking, brawling, and miniature playing is all he does. Except for those damned alien Spyder-roaches he raises. Says they taste like chicken? What the heck is a chicken? There hasn’t been an animal on this planet in a thousand years! Everything is vat-grown, culled, and ripened, awaiting the sharp teeth of men…

You know he’s been at it again. Running that 3D printer late at night. You know, because your damned electric bill is through the roof, and there is an extension cord slipped through a hole in the wall!

Either way, trying to make peace (and not pay for his electric use), he invites you to a game. Though you be tired, your mind is razer sharp! Credits await the taking from this fool. With a long knife under your shirt and a short cycle laz in your belt, you meet him.

Then, standing before you in all its glory is this thing of beauty!
Something the gods of old would have wept by!
A Megalopolis Pipe Dice Tower!

Your sides shake, and your heart beats faster; you might have just soiled yourself in the excitement, man! (GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!)
You take it in your hands, shifting it side to side as your hungry eyes take it all in. You know in your heart that
you will take this magnificent Pipes Dice Tower and walk out of this squalid dank compartment without regard for who you might have to eliminate!

Sitting down on his old filthy sofa, you send a handful of dice through it. Lo and behold, a perfect roll comes back. The electricity-stealing bastard sits across from you, grinning like the rat bastard he is. He nods to you and says, “It’s your friend.”

Heart thumping, sweat breaking out on your forehead, your tobacco-crusted lips break into a grin.

You made a friend.

And though you may regretfully still have to sell his broken body to the starch mills for not paying your electric bills, you feel good for a single moment.

Sometimes that’s enough.