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You stand on the starting line and you immediately understand one thing:
This is not a race… this is organized madness.
Each turn you roll a die, yes.
But then the impossible happens: someone flies, someone teleports, someone sabotages, someone slows down the entire table.
You don't run: you survive on the skills of others, praying that some absurd effect doesn't explode right under your shoes.
You have chosen four athletes.
You'll use one for each race, hoping you've read the table better than the others.
But as soon as the race starts, everything you had foreseen melts away like snow in the sun... and you laugh, because it couldn't have been any other way.
And as only two runners cross the finish line, you watch the others struggle along for the ride... and you understand that here, the winner isn't the strongest, but the one who has the most fun destroying everyone else's plan.
