Sometimes dice go bad. They were brought up right by their parents, did well in school, but somewhere along the way…and it’s nothing you did necessarily…they just turn on you. When they’re beyond saving, and they seem to do nothing but screw up your rolls, you can do what Treasure Tables did…and bury them in your backyard to rid yourself of their “projectile-vomiting, masturbating-with-a-crucifix, possessed-by-the-Devil” badness.
Of course, if they’re really that evil, effectively “planting” them in ground where they can grow some kind of hellish plant creature probably wasn’t the best idea, come to think of it…
