I don’t know about you, but I’ve been enamored with the Fallout world since its first iteration in 1997, Fallout: a Post-Nuclear Adventure. When its successor, Fallout 2, came out a few years later, I was hooked. Last November, Fallout 3 wasn’t just the icing on the cake, it was a whole new layer…or flavor…or…something else…cake related. And like cake, I devoured these games. I consumed every morsel of dark humor, vivid wasteland, and the immersive story behind it all. But my hunger wasn’t sated. I needed something more. I needed…dice.