FRIDAY MEME

[staturity]

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3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
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5. PROFIT!

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[theboywhowaits]

Risk was a lot let amusing than he remembered it being as a kid. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been involved in a real life version of it, perhaps he was just a little older and more jaded. But it wasn’t as fun.

It was still nice, down time with nothing happening, no great battles or any need to be anywhere. Dean and Sam sprawled on the floor and arguing about the rules. He wasn’t sure what had started the argument, but it had quickly dissolved into bickering.

He was just studying the map, tracing the cost-lines with his mind and mentally superimposing the battle plans he’d seen at the pool on the flimsy game board.

Calculations had long ago become his friend. The world had six billion people in it, a lot of people. Twenty people a day would never get them anywhere, it’d take centuries before they managed take earth. A few hundred people even, so long as the invasion moved slowly, Earth had time far past his life time.

But open invasion would have meant months, rather than years, the world toppling like a crazy game of dominos kicked over by a tantruming toddler. A terrifying eventually, something that they all knew would happen.

“Tom, it’s your turn.”

He grabbed the dice without thinking letting them hit the game board with a thud that almost made him flinch. A game of chance for the fate of the world, now wasn’t that an even more terrifying concept?