Luck is a fickle thing. I certainly keep up appearances to be as superstitious as possible, but at the tables it's just a numbers game. (Unless you cheat) In a 'practical' sense though, it's... complex. People just see the good bits when someone gets a 'lucky streak' or a fortuitus blessing, but in a sense the gambler's fallacy is real in that streaks, or patterns, have a beginning and end. I guess this is just a really long ramble that is just me talking about karma, a pretty well known concept. I mean, if it were real, I think the world would be a lot different. But I beg to differ. 

I felt it when I went home, a fuzzy feeling in my chest that no amount of adrenaline could replicate. Somehow I just knew it was the 'magic' being granted to me. A reward for a job well done. See, that's not luck. That's skill. Skill, and a deliberate choice to involve me in this Contract thing. Only time can tell whether this is a loss or gain for me.

Of course, I'm a big hypocrite, so I still pray to Lady Luck every second. I hope I get a power that will make her smile upon me. I could always use some luck.

You know, like how even a broken clock is right twice a day, a stacked deck of cards is fair game if its purpose is to be used as a weapon of some kind. Or so the saying goes. I'm in a jovial mood. This is the superpower jackpot for me. I remember I tried going as Gambit for Halloween once and put like, fucking glitter on a bunch of cards or something so that it'd look cooler when I tried to throw them. Sans the glitter, I now have a (as far as I've discovered) infinite deck of cards that hurt like a truck when it reaches its target. These Contracts really are something, huh. I seem to be able to control the order of the cards without thinking, though to keep my mind sharp I've been doing the motions anyway. And I am not risking losing these at any table. 

The jokers have been taken out though. I don't really play anything that uses them so it'd harsh my vibes.

No. 

I'm not throwing myself out there again just because my lasting injuries have 'miraculously' healed. I still have the scars. I know it happened. Losing a foot doesn't just get undone because someone gets lucky. No. The cost isn't worth what I end up winning here. You can dangle the carrot in front of me as much as you want, but I'm done being your animal. Just because I haven't lost everything doesn't mean I'm not losing. The house always wins. 

And I'm super familiar with the house, thank you very much. I know you did this, Fortuna. Answering my thoughts and prayers like Lady Luck actually cares about the outcome. For what? So I can keep playing the game? To teach me a lesson? Or just to drive me insane for fun? She's a sick mistress. Doing absolutely nothing while everyone around her stumbles into their doom on their own, blaming her all the meanwhile. Just so that on the flukes where someone catches a lucky break, they'll thank her for sparing them. 

So, if you're giving me a second chance, isn't it gambler's fallacy to expect a third?