Dice, Dice Baby
I had it all figured out. All my questioning, all my deducing had finally revealed the solution: Mr. Green, with the rope, in the Conservatory. It was my turn and I was only three spaces away. Victory would soon be mine! I grabbed the two dice, shook the dice vigorously inside my cupped hands, and let them fall. The dice clanged on the table, scattered, tumbled, and then fell still and silent. As they came to rest, the joy that had been building like a balloon being filled with helium from a tank was quickly squeezed out with all the resounding splendor of a juicy flatulence. Both of the dice read one. I moved two spaces closer, but still a very distance space away from the Conservatory and a sure win. Full disclosure- Clue may actually have only one die, and I might have flubbed on the rules a little bit. I'm not sure if you are forced to be in the room of which you are making your final "official" guess, but that's how we've always played. The above scenario is...
