Max couldn’t believe his bad luck.

Thinking about it now, to fall straight to death on such what started as a beautiful morning wasn’t that surprising.

If he was in possession of a LUCK-O-METER, instead of that useless crap that was his FEAR-O-METER, he would be able to properly calculate his exact level of luck, not only in that moment, but in the entire spam of time that consisted in his short (and about to be ceased) life, and duly attest how BAD it was.

It was so bad, but SO bad, it actually made the turn back to become GOOD LUCK, only to fall again and repeat the process. An Ouroboros of Misfortune. A Lemniscata of Bad Luck. Neat as hell as a concept, but pretty depressing if you were the possesor of said Artifact of Mischance.

The FEAR-o-METER was once again proving itself absolutely USELESS, since he was pretty certain that he was COMPLETELY AND UNDOUBTELY SCARED. So thank you for nothing, your useless piece of-

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