It was intense, and harrowing, as you stared down at the cards in your hands and the cards faced away from you in your father’s. Lately, your life had gotten so painfully uninteresting that you had found Uno with Mr. D interesting. You had lost the regular deck of cards and all you had left was Uno. This was not by choice, though you could be fooled by the sheer determination and focus set Dionysus’ expression as he placed a card onto the messily arranged deck of played cards. A small, triumphant sound left your lips and you slapped down your last card, declaring victory.

“You’re cheating.” Your father immediately assumed, as the sore loser he was.