Raymond’s Run FARKLE

RULES:

Farkle is played by two or more players, with each player in succession having a turn at throwing the dice. Each player's turn results in a score that equates with the number of questions to answer on Metaphors and Similies in the short story Raymond’s Run, and the player who accumulates 10,000 points earns additional XP.

• At the beginning of each turn, the player throws all the dice at once.

• Set aside the scoring dice, banking the score accumulated so far. You can either throw the remaining dice to earn more points or identify the metaphors and similies associated with the dice on the back side of this rule sheet AND describe the significance of the metaphor or similie.

• If none of the dice score in any given throw, the player has "farkled" and all points for that turn are lost. The player then must identify the metaphors and similies from the short story on the back of this rule guide AND describe the significance of the metaphor or similie in their notebook.

• At the end of the player's turn, the dice are handed to the next player in succession (usually in clockwise rotation), and they have their turn.

Once a player has achieved a winning point total, each other player has one last turn to score enough points to surpass that high-score.

When You Get FARKLE . . . based on your dice rolls, Identify each figure of speech from the story as a metaphor or as a simile. Then explain the comparison each figure of speech is in Your Notebook.

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