Nearly There
Hello again. This is the third piece to go with "Betchin' Blog" and "Fecking Diary" This would be Near's private blog/ journal. and I borrowed from Wikipedia for this.
Hello again.
Apparently I need to give some form of biography. Don't expect much.
I'm short, especially for my age. This is accentuated by my hunched posture. I also have a tendency to hug one of my knees to my chest, mainly when I am thinking. I have a very fair complexion. My hair is white, my eyes are very dark, and I lack freckles. When I blush it is very noticeable. So I don't. I have been called a very cold person. I do not care for other's opinions, so it matters not. the only one who's opinion matter's to me is my hero. He goes by many names. I think I'll call him...Elliot here. Elliot is who I aspire to be. He isn't so much as a father figure so much as a God one.
Though all the kids at the orphanage were atheists, of course. Except possibly Mello. But of course, Mello is exempt to most generalities. But I'm not here to talk about Mello. I'm here to talk about me. My ethnicity is American, and I was raised in England. I have visited Japan and many other countries. I have never traveled on a plane without an adult. However, never has said adult been related to me. As made painfully clear prior to this, I am an orphan. I do not remember my parents. I am fairly certain my mother died giving childbirth, and that my father's identity was never known.
In a way I am glad. Had she lived, I never would have been graced with such opportunities given to me as those at the orphanage. Not that I rejoice in my mother's death or anything. I simply see the positive benefits from it. Better to think about those than dwell on death, correct? Death is an eventuality. It happens to every one at some point, despite the best attempts to avoid it. Death plays with a loaded dice. No matter what, it wins.
Like me. I also have a knack for playing with loaded dice. Not that I gambol. Not in that context, at least. The stakes when I stop playing and take life seriously are far higher. But again, the stakes aren't really that high. I play with a loaded dice.
A loaded or gaffed die is a die that has been tampered with to land with a selected side facing upwards more often than it would simply by chance. There are methods of creating loaded dice, including having some edges round and other sharp and slightly off square faces. If the dice are not transparent, weights can be added to one side or the other. They can be modified to produce winners ("passers") or losers ("miss-outs"). "Tappers" have a drop of mercury in a reservoir at the center of the cube, with a capillary tube leading to another mercury reservoir at the side of the cube. The load is activated by tapping the die on the table so that the mercury leaves the center and travels to the side. Often one can see the circle of the cut used to remove the face and bury the weight. In a professional die, the weight is inserted in manufacture; in the case of a wooden die, this can be done by carving the die around a heavy inclusion, like a pebble around which a tree has grown.
A variable loaded die is hollow with a small weight and a semi-solid substance inside, usually wax, whose melting point is just lower than the temperature of the human body. This allows the cheater to change the loading of the die by breathing on it or holding it firmly in hand, causing the wax to melt and the weight to drift down, making the chosen opposite face more likely to land up. A less common type of variable die can be made by inserting a magnet into the die and embedding a coil of wire in the game table. Then, either leave the current off and let the die roll unchanged or run current through the coil to increase the likelihood that the north side or the south side will land on the bottom depending on the direction of the current.
Plastic dice can be biased to roll a certain number by heating them (for example in an oven) with the desired face upward, so that the plastic will soften slightly and "pool" at the opposite (bottom) side of the die without showing much, if any, visible distortion.
Transparent acetate dice, used in all reputable casinos, are harder to tamper with.
There is no such thing as a transparent person. And people are easy to tamper with.
However, I honestly was not "tampering" with Linder. It was ...an odd stroke of chance, really, a ... miscalculation on my part... after all...how was a virgin to calculate the chances of impregnating someone?
I shall have to leave it here for now. I shall pick up again tomorrow...
Goodbye.
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