Author's Notes: This is the product of me randomly deciding - I want to write about Rincewind! So enjoy and review please. It'd make me happy!
Bad luck: something that near everyone has their share of now and then. Still, it is, for the most part, a nasty spice in people's lives that peppers your days. Then it disappears as the light at the end of the tunnel takes hold. There is one person, however, for whom bad luck is not a spice. For him, it is the main course, slathered in a sauce of 'mortal doom'. This man is the unluckiest person ever to set foot on the disc.
That's what Rincewind rants to the man beside him at the bar, at least. The other argues that he may be the luckiest person ever to set foot on the disc, since he managed to get out of all his scrapes and dangers without dying.
"Oh really?" the wizard bit back with an angry glare. "You try living a day in my life and telling me I'm lucky! I've been through more sheer terror in my short time than all the moments of fright of everyone everywhere put together! Death would be a blessing!"
YOU THINK SO? I COULD ARRANGE YOUR DEATH RIGHT NOW, IF YOU LIKE, Death put in hopefully, randomly appearing beside him. Rincewind's eyes slowly pivoted to the tall, cloaked figure nervously. He coughed, then turned back to the man beside him.
"Um – " he started, but his companion interrupted him before he had a chance to finish.
"I could kill you, if you like," the blond Assassin replied with a cheerful grin. "If it really would be a blessing for you."
SEE? Death pointed out.
Rincewind hated the man in charge of controlling his life.