"I hope I don't get doubles again," Sue sighed.
"Say, Sue," Terry asked, "Do you have any memories of My Little Pony?"
Sue pondered for a moment. "No," she said. "I don't remember seeing one in my life. Of course, to me, my life started an hour ago when the game did... But I somehow know what one is."
"Are you trying to rationally understand this game?" Dave's lion head asked.
"Why not?" Terry replied. "If anything, this whole game is a learning experience. We're discovering different ways of living, and learning to come to terms with unwanted changes. Why shouldn't we take a moment and think about what's going on?"
"Because some of us want to get back to NORMAL."
"He's right," Sue agreed. "I want to get my memory back more than I want to stay as this four-armed, four-breasted, long-haired cat cushion." She tried to reach for the dice, but with Hannah anchoring her hair, she couldn't make it. Terry pushed the dice closer, and she finally made her roll.
"Phew," she sighed with relief. "Eleven."
"Phew," Dave's lion head mocked. "I only have a one in twelve chance of preventing another transformation."
Sue indignantly stuck out her tongue.
Rolling a measly 1, the lion roared in anger. One of Dave's claws drew a card. His goat head tried to get a look at the writing, but his lion head muscled him away. Growling at the goat, the lion went on to read.
Your form is progressing nicely.
Now let's make things really spicy.
"So help me, if this game turns me into a chicken wing--" Dave's growling came to an abrupt halt.
Prickling across his chest grabbed his attention as he watched more yellow fur cover the rest of his human body. His arms grew stronger and he now had the full upper torso of a lion. Something on his back burst through the skin. A pair of white-and-brown feathered wings spread to a full eight feet.
Growing from the opposite side of his lion's head as the goat's, a green bulge made its way across his left cheek and grew into a mound of scales. Eventually, it separated from his head in the same way the goat's did. Two yellow eyes shot open, and a mouth formed with long fangs, dripping with a green toxin. A forked tongue lashed out as it hissed menacingly."
"A chimera," Sue observed. "The heads of a goat, lion, and serpent, and wings of an eagle."
"How ssssmart of you," the snake head hissed. "I should take your ssssmart little head and devour it little by little."
"Dude, calm down," the goat spoke up. "It's not her fault she rolled too high for us."
As all three heads argued with each other, the other players glanced nervously at one another. Dave's heads obviously adopted different parts of his personality. The goat being a friendly mediator, the lion being proud and stubborn, and the snake being aggressive.
Ignoring them for now, Terry asked Sue "So which path are you taking?"