"Stop picking at it! It looks good on you." You say to Aldrik with a smile which only grows when he tells you to shu up! Laughing, you take the die and roll, glad you don't look silly like the others. It's your game after all. Maybe it realizes that. The die stop on threes. Six. A double? You look back through the rules to verify, before adding, "Oh hey! I got a double, that means I get to roll again!" As your piece moves to the allotted square on the board, you see that you also landed on a blue square. The screen shows a card being brushed off of the deck and raises to be read to those watching. You gulp as you read the words.
"Time speeds up and then winds down, soon you will be in a pound."
Just as you start to react to what that could ominously mean, your entire body begins to itch, covering in golden fur within seconds. As you pick up the die to hastily re-roll, your face begins to stretch, causing you to whine as it pushes out into a rapidly growing muzzle. You release the infernal die, cursing the game as your hands and feet grow pads, turning into those of an anthro golden retriever with floppy ears atop your head. The die stop on a 3 and 2, and your piece begins to move forward an additional five squares. Your voice catches in your throat, causing you to yelp very much like a common canine, as you realize that this square... is RED! ANOTHER change, and a second to a random player as well! Red squares will be quite evil! Your token stops on the appropriate square and the card flashes onto the screen, reading:
"Running around, nose to the ground, soon enough, you'll not be found."
You growl as you begin to shrink, quickly disappearing from view as you are suddenly half your size. Now you have to stand up in your chair to see the game board! And then... The card flashes away, and another is drawn. You hold your breath until it reads 'PLAYER 3'. You sigh and nearly collapse into your chair as the card is revealed. This goes thankfully to Ian, to your left. It reads:
"On your knees you will be, as from the others you will flee!"
Ian is suddenly stricken as he looks around the table, suddenly seeming quite intimidated as he is overwhelmed by a strong prey instinct, and the fellow players are all predators that want to eat him. Not knowing what is happening aside from him looking around at the other players in sudden fear, which is of course vastly out of character for him, you just grin and hand him the die. "Your turn pet!"