[ WP ] When children are born , parents have to roll for stats .

`` Alignment?'' the father asked. 
 
 `` Neutral Good,'' the mother replied. 
 
 The couple looked at their newborn son, determined to give him as good a future as possible without fudging their die rolls like other, more unscrupulous parents would. 
 
 `` Class?'' the mother asked. 
 
 `` Healer,'' the father replied. `` I hope he grows up to be a pharmacist.'' 
 
 `` Oh, me too, dear. Roll for Strength.'' 
 
 He did so. 
 
 `` Three,'' he replied. That was the lowest possible stat - the highest being 18. 
 
 `` Well, that's okay, I guess. Doctors do n't necessarily have to be strong, do they?'' 
 
 `` I suppose not, sweetie. Roll for Constitution.'' 
 
 She did so. 
 
 `` Three,'' she stated, starting to sweat. `` I thought we'd have provided better genetic material... or at least better luck.'' 
 
 Her husband comforted her before rolling for Dexterity. 
 
 The three six-sided dice left his hand and settled into position on the nearby table. Each landed with their sixth side face down on the table. 
 
 `` Damn, another three,'' he sputtered, then winced upon realizing he'd just cursed. 
 
 The couple sat in silence before the mother suddenly spoke up. 
 
 `` We've had some bad rolls,'' she said tearfully, `` but I'm sure his Intelligence stat will more than make up for these athletic setbacks.'' 
 
 She hesitantly scooped up the dice and released them. 
 
 `` Five!'' she exclaimed. `` That's... better than three!'' 
 
 The father was too frustrated to argue. He looked at his son, then turned his attention to the dice. 
 
 `` For Wisdom,'' he said. 
 
 The result was another three. 
 
 The couple sat in stunned silence for another few minutes. They wanted to do their research, see if any other parents had been cursed with such horrible luck, but they did not yet have access to the Internet; it was the spring of 1996. 
 
 At sudden, the mother snatched the dice from the table and exclaimed, `` Please do n't be another three!'' 
 
 She threw down the dice for Charisma and received... a four. 
 
 Several minutes passed as the couple sat completely still for a third time. They were awoken from their despair-induced trance when the baby started crying. 
 
 `` I know, I'm sorry,'' the mother said to her child. 
 
 `` Our little, uh,'pharmacist' needs a name, now,'' the father remarked. 
 
 His wife cradled the boy in his arms for another few seconds, then leaned in, softly whispering: 
 
 `` I'm sorry, /u/Chironspiracy.''
