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.

Seems like getting out of my last two jobs unscathed has caught up to me. I'm still scarred,,, physically and mentally. The shoulder I can accept, but the godamn magic disfigurement is driving me balls off the wall. I need to find some way to fix that. I saw on the news that a miracle-worker was going around some NYC hospitals and wrote it off, but it might become an avenue of research for me to consider... I'd like to fix myself on my own terms either way, thank you very much.

Despite the horrors, life goes on. I go back to my daily routine, make some earnings, get them taken away... The usual. Started making more use out of my gym membership. It's almost been a month but the adrenaline still hasn't fully faded away. Every waking moment I feel like I'm back there, dying. But at least I'm not sitting on my ass doing nothing about it.