[Shorter Story - Third Person]
After moving in for a day, getting the rest of his stuff delivered, and finally gets time to relax, he picks up a magazine at a convenience store and reads it at his apartment. He flipped through the pages and a piece of cardstock fell onto him. He looked at it and noticed that it was a free pass to Godscon, a convention where gods from all over come to bless the people. He had never heard of Godscon, but he got a free pass so he is going. He takes a plane all the way to Toronto, Canada for the convention, but when he gets there it's amazing. Gods from all over holding panels, shilling goods, and talking to the tenants. Some are also selling treats, which Anagram takes a liking to. After some exploring and buying, he wanders over to the God Of Madness' table and sees a free sample for the "Best cookie you will ever have." He eats one and realizes that it is indeed the best cookie he ever had. He read the sign after swallowing and it read in red text "Take One." But by the time Anagram finished reading one, he had already popped another into his mouth! The God Of Madness turned around to look at Mr. Anagram, with an uneasy grin he said. "Uhh, can you read? Because you just took 2 samples." "Ah, my bad," Anagram said as he slowly reached for another cookie. But just as he touched it he clipped through the floor.
He blacked out, and woke up in more black, with the God Of Madness' face looking at him. "I never quite got your name, what is it?" He said. Mr. Anagram started quickly rambling about his predicament (I ain't writing all that.), but the God Of Madness' didn't want to hear it. "I have to punish you," he said. Anagram stood there shocked. "But wait, wait no, please!" Anagram pleaded. "It's just the way it is, I'm not-I'm just the messenger," GOM says as he points to Anagram's chest. A gear appears glowing in the center of his chest, it turns.
"That there will ruin your life. Everything will be random."
"Your life will be the embodiment of relying on RNG."
"Now Go home."
Anagram is suddenly whisked out of the convention, with a sign on the door showing his face crossed out. He is about to get very unlucky.