Max drew two new cards, taking his hand back up to seven, while Jasona looked at her seven cards. She might be a lesbian with a foot and shoe fetish, but she was the only one left who could walk outside and pass for normal. With Max as an 8'+ giant, Eugene as an Indian-accented talking tiger, and Paul as a studly satyr with a cock so long he'd trip over it, Jasona was feeling pretty pleased with herself.
It seemed there were actually two ways to win this game. One was to get enough high point cards played that you ended up an utter freak, but then remove changes after winning till you got what you liked, and the other was to get a few small things and win by losing.
She looked at her hand. She had a couple of Sex Drive cards, one Freak, one Myth, the Dragon, one Revert card, and a Country card, the 9, which was marked SCANDINAVIA.
The countries seemed to be done in the Risk style of being large regions, but it had a good point value and seemed less freaky than most of the other options.
She played it down in front of herself, and suddenly her hair became pale blonde and formed into thick braids, her breasts became larger and perkier, and her legs became much longer. "Ja," she said with a thick Scandinavian accent, "I think you should now call me Johanna."
She noted that her Scandinavian feet were now slightly larger, to go with her longer legs, and she nearly wet herself with how sexy that was.