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By Emma Recher, Sept 4th 2025
Join Lupin and his gang in a caper of dice rolls, schemes, and escapes
The moon draped itself lazily across Rome, painting terracotta rooftops in silver. Somewhere in the shadows, a motorcycle grumbled awake. A man in a green jacket adjusted his tie, grin sharp as ever. “Tonight,” Lupin whispered, “Italy will remember me.” Jigen tugged his hat down and growled, “Yeah, or they’ll remember the crash you cause when you try to drive that thing.” Fujiko’s laugh purred, smooth as silk. “You two can argue about vehicles later. The gem is mine tonight.” Rebecca tilted her head at the villa gates, hands on hips. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m letting you walk off with the prize, think again.” And from across the street, a voice howled like a thunderclap: “LUUUUPIN! I will catch you this time!” Zenigata, of course, already waving warrants in the air.
Lupin ducked into a café courtyard, dice slipping into his hand like old friends. Five white, one green , his starting pool. He tossed them across the table. “Ahhh, four successes. Not bad!” The guards at the villa door wobbled, trays of espresso crashing as Lupin slipped past with a wink. Rebecca smirked and nudged her Master Plan token forward. “One step closer to victory,” she murmured, enjoying the click of her heels on marble. Jigen rolled his own dice pool, muttering about wasted bullets. His Opposition card? Razor wire in the garden path. Two clean hits. Snap. Gone. “Smooth,” Goemon intoned, blade gleaming, as if punctuation itself had been forged in steel.
Zenigata stormed through the courtyard, Opposition card in hand like it was divine law. “Reinforcements!” Policemen spilled into the alley. “Really, Pops?” Lupin groaned. “No vacation days at Interpol?” Another quick roll , one shaky success. Not elegant, but enough.
The guards slipped on their own cappuccinos, and Lupin vaulted a window. Inside, the gem glowed on a pedestal, smug in its brilliance. Fujiko’s eyes outshone it instantly. “Darling Lupin, let me take care of this jewel. I’ll cradle it gently.” Lupin hesitated, and in that breath, Fujiko snatched it. “Sorry, boys. You’ll just have to chase me.” Rebecca revved a motorcycle , yes, indoors, yes, on marble stairs. “Consider me already ahead.” Jigen spat out a cigar stub. “Women. Always trouble.”
The night spun into a carnival of clattering dice and Opposition cards turning up like bad omens. A Sniper in the Tower forced Jigen to duck, roll three dice in sequence. Run: 2, 3, 4. Perfect. “Hah,” he muttered, “that’s why you bring a revolver.” Lupin flipped his own card: Laser Security Grid. “Oh, come on!” He rolled, numbers tumbling , two identical fours. Match satisfied. He slid under the crimson beams, jacket tail singed but smile intact. Every Opposition card evaded added Plan tokens to their arsenal, stacking like little schemes in their pockets. “Five tokens!” Rebecca cheered, pushing her Master Plan track forward with flair. “This little track is my runway to victory.”
Zenigata, though, never relented. Each card dragged his standee forward. One icon, two icons , he surged like a storm. “Closer, closer! You’re finished, Lupin!” he bellowed, clambering across rooftops with the stamina of pure obsession. If Zenigata reached the gem carrier, the rules were merciless: the gem would pass left, like a hot potato of doom. “Keep your hands off my loot, Pops!” Fujiko sang, leaping balconies, heels sharper than daggers. But Rebecca’s grappling hook (an Upgrade, thank you very much) snared her ankle mid-flight. “This belongs to me,” Rebecca teased, snatching the gem as Fujiko tumbled onto a velvet couch.
Goemon, silent until now, unsheathed his Zantetsuken with a sigh. His Opposition? Armored Vault. The dice demanded numbers adding to six or more. He placed a neat five and a two. Success. With a single strike, he carved the vault in two, because… why not? “Show-off,” Lupin muttered, racing past with his dice rattling like bones. He tossed them again, chasing another card: Helicopter Spotlight. He needed a run.
Three dice, 1-2-3. Success. He dived into shadows, coat flaring dramatically. Jigen caught up, rolling doubles to beat Checkpoint Guards. “Bang, bang, paperwork done,” he grumbled, moving in step with Lupin.
By dawn, the gem had changed hands like a rigged poker game. Fujiko. Rebecca. Lupin. Then Jigen, briefly, until Goemon cut his path. Each theft happened on the move, a rule Lupin narrated gleefully. “Leave a space, steal a gem , just like that!” he crowed, leaping rooftops. Zenigata, of course, tripped over a café cat, landed in a pile of opposition cards, and wailed: “LUUUUPIN!!!”
In the final stretch, Lupin had just enough Plan tokens to buy an Upgrade: the Jump Jet. “Time to fly, boys!” he shouted, slapping down three tokens. The dice pool swelled with green dice, tumbling in his palm. He rolled , a beautiful spread of six successes. More than enough. He soared across the last rooftops, gem glittering in hand, Master Plan marker nudged to the top of the track. He landed smoothly in the Getaway Car feature, gunning the engine. “Grazie, Roma!” he called. “You’ve been unforgettable!”
Zenigata lunged too late, caught only dust and the tail end of Lupin’s laugh. The gang sped away into the rising sun, gem flashing triumphantly, until the next inevitable betrayal.
And you, dear reader, you’ve followed every roll, every snare, every betrayal. Which means you’re officially part of the gang.
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But remember, no one keeps it for long.
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