[ WP ] To keep up with challenges by mortals , Death must master every new game that comes up . But there 's one game that he just ca n't figure out for the death of him .

“ Shall I go fetch the Parker Brothers my liege? They might be willing to help you, they taught you Risk after that spell back in ‘ 92 ” 
 
 “ No, you sha n't go fetch the fucking Parker Brothers, they ’ re always so smug when I can ’ t figure out one of their games. ” Death said as he shook his clenched fists at his assistant, Rick. “ Besides they owe the Devil fifty years in the oil vat for Monopoly. ” 
 
 “ But, if any one figures out, my liege. All they will do is beat you and no one can die. We can ’ t have that. ” Rick tried to hid behind his coat, hoping to avoid Death ’ s anger. 
 
 “ I know what we can and can ’ t have, it ’ s not like I ’ m the one who writes the rules or anything. It should be so simple. ” Muttered Death under his breath. 
 
 “ We could just pray that no one picks it, maybe it will just fade out of popularity. ” Offered Rick. 
 
 “ What has praying ever done? Did praying save Hitler or Gaddafi? No because death come to all men. ” Death snapped back. 
 
 “ Except those who can beat you, my lord, those are the rules. ” Remined Rick. 
 
 “ Rick who wrote the rules? ” 
 
 “ You did, sir. ” Rick gleefully replied, failing to see that Death not pleased. 
 
 “ Well then why would I need you to tell them to me? ” The floors shook as death yelled, something he was doing too much these days. “ Look just play me one time and see if I can get the hang of it, maybe the mortals are right and practice does make perfect. ” The clicks of the game echoed through the chamber only broken by Rick ’ s voice. 
 
 “ I won my lord. ” 
 
 Death swung once knocking the game across the room, sending blue and red chips all over the floor. 
 
 “ Fucking Connect Four ” 
 

