The Game

Wow. The Game:

It’s 4am. In the past twenty hours you’ve done everything you could ever have imagined – assassinated terrorists, climbed mountains, broken the land-speed record for a mini-van, been scared out of your wits, agonized over the inadequate size of your cranium, rescued hostages, jumped for joy, and told your best friend off. Everything but sleep. You won’t get to do that for at least another 8 hours.
How did you get here? To this abandoned house on the side of a road it seems no one has driven down in years. To the back of the house where you find a long dried-up well containing a pair of fuzzy dice and three packs of matches. To the point where you decide this is just a cruel trick with no solution. (You haven’t yet discovered that the dice are rigged to roll only sevens and the match tips are colored in a pattern suspiciously similar to the carpet at the Bellagio Resort.)
How did you get here? It’s all part of The Game.