With Princess Camelia having obtained her special card, the turn once again circled back to Mean, who was currently in the dungeon.
"Well… there is no point right in me rolling right?" And showing her single die, the short girl flattened her lips at her inevitable demise.
"Oh now don't be like that. Be optimistic, haha." While Alexander 'sincerely' advised so with a chuckle, with others joining in.
"Oh you sick man." And affected by the joyous atmosphere, Mean at last let out a small grin, as she then rolled her single dice.
"1!"
"Hah hah," The room burst into another chorus of laughter while Mean's grin instantly turned flat like a pancake, as she just died.
And as her piece was then disposed, suddenly Mean found herself joining in too, giggling instead of despairing, "Yeah! I'm going to die."
To her, playing with this handicapped dice was worse than not playing the game at all.