Ian jumps back from the outstretched hand just as you drop the dice. The hexahedrons bounce off of his hand as he tries to push them away and clatter to the board. '3' and '6' show on the faces as he turns and see what has happened from the other side of the couch where he hides. His piece slides to the blue square in the ninth spot, a card flicking from the deck and onto the couch in front of him. "sniveling and groveling never work, so very soon you'll be in the dirt", he cocks his head at the message. "Wh.. what does tha... eep!" He squeaks as he shrinks to half his size, falling onto his butt at a short three feet tall. He cowers within his hoodie, hiding from the evil predators who made him play this frightening game.
You chuckle at his reactions, so very unlike him, but clasp your mouth shut as the laughter comes out as barking, a reminder of your own curse. You look over at Kim from your place near the floor as she lifts the dice. "I guess it is my turn, time to show you three what a real turn looks like!"