My purple thirty-sider has gone on walkabout. I'm hoping one of my Tuesday night players scooped it up with their dice when we cleaned up last session. I'm not one of those guys who attaches mystical significance to particular randomizers, but I do have some sentimental attachment to that d30. In fact, it's one of the few dice I own that I see as anything more than a useful chunk of plastic. And replacing a purple d30 is probably going to require using mail order, as none of the local game merchants sell such items.
"Man, is there anything Jeff CAN'T do when it comes to gaming? This guy is like a critical 20 every roll. Jeff can bite the heads offa five game geeks, including their sorry-ass DM, and spit 'em into a large duffel bag ONE AT A TIME!...that's just the kind of messed up bastard he is! You think yer a gamer, punk? Well..do ya? Jeff will depants your weasel-ass right in front of your grandma."