Dye-cut, a red which tries to mimic life-blood hue, yet is only an approximation. We sit in a circle and hand out this token, one of many in a pile, each identical. Leave no one out. But then the one I got gives me a paper cut. Man, that stings. How can such a little slice cause so much blood to drip from my finger? Now my perfect heart is stained. I kind of like it better, now.