[ CW ] write a story where the degree of sucess per decision is decided by a dice roll

*Please*, I begged Lady Luck, *please*. 
 
 If I did n't get this job, I did n't know what I'd do. 
 
 The interviewer rolled a three, my stomach sunk. 
 
 One more die to cast. 
 
 I felt my stomach twinge, and I sent another plea to Our Lady to grant me this. If She granted me anything, let it be *this*... 
 
 A two. 
 
 The interview clicked her tongue. Five in total, five out of twelve. 
 
 `` Sorry, sir.'' She began, even though she was n't sorry at all. `` You need at least six in total to proceed.'' 
 
 There was nothing I could say, Our Lady knew best, would always be the reply.
