Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought another brightly-colored box into my domain, a thing called "Marvel X-Men Dice Throne." From my vantage point on the back of the sofa, I can see it's an elaborate contraption designed to keep the clumsy giants occupied. It’s filled with little cards, custom dice, and colorful boards representing beings they call "mutants." The true purpose, of course, is for the humans to make loud noises and argue over whose plastic tokens are superior. While their strategic machinations are a colossal waste of energy that could be better spent filling my food bowl, I will concede that the dice appear to be of a superior quality. They have a satisfying heft and will almost certainly skitter magnificently across the hardwood floor when I eventually liberate them from the table. The box itself also looks like a prime napping spot, once emptied of its distracting contents.
Key Features
- Battle as iconic X-Men heroes: Cyclops, Jean Grey, Gambit, and Rogue in this fast-paced, dice-rolling combat game.
- Play in multiple modes: 1v1 duels, 2v2 team battles, or free-for-all mayhem!
- Each hero comes with unique dice, a player board, and a custom deck of cards for thrilling strategic gameplay.
- Upgrade abilities and use action cards to outsmart and outmaneuver your opponents.
- Compatible with the entire Dice Throne ecosystem - mix and match heroes for endless unique battles!
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ritual began shortly after dinner. The Human and his companion cleared the Great Altar—what they call the "dining table"—and laid out the sacred artifacts from the new box. I watched from the shadows, my gray fur blending with the evening gloom, only my white tuxedo front visible like a ghostly omen. They chose their champions: The Human became a man named "Cyclops," while his companion took on the mantle of a woman, "Jean Grey." They were not playing; they were communing with spirits, their incantations a strange mix of "rolling for initiative" and "activating my ultimate." I saw the truth of it. This wasn't a game; it was a séance. The dice were polished animal bones, tumbled across the wood to divine the future. The cards were tarot, each one drawn revealing a twist of fate or a surge of power. The humans were merely vessels, their minds temporarily inhabited by these warring X-Men. I crept closer, silent as a whisper, and leaped onto an empty chair, my eyes glowing in the dim light. I was the true master of this house, the ancient god they unknowingly worshipped, and I had come to pass judgment on their ceremony. The Human, as "Cyclops," was faring poorly. His dice rolls were consistently abysmal, his groans of frustration a pleasing offering to my ears. The "Jean Grey" entity, however, was thriving, her power growing with each successful roll. It was then I decided to intervene. Not with brute force—that is for lesser creatures—but with a display of subtle influence. As The Human reached for his cursed red dice, I flowed from the chair onto the table, a liquid shadow of soft fur. I walked with deliberate purpose, ignoring the little cardboard tokens, and sat directly upon his "player board." I then began to groom a single, immaculate white paw, my back turned to his opponent. The message was clear, even if the dense human couldn't fully comprehend its cosmic weight. I was blocking the flow of his bad luck, creating a bastion of my own perfect, calming energy upon his chosen effigy. He paused, looking at me. "Oh, Pete," he sighed, and stroked my back. A foolish, mortal gesture, but I allowed it. He then picked up his dice and rolled. A cascade of explosive symbols appeared. A triumphant shout. He had turned the tide. He thought it was his own doing, of course. He would never know that the God of the household had found the quality of his offerings acceptable and granted him a temporary boon. The game, I decided, was worthy. It provided an excellent stage for my divine meddling.
