Ian looked at the card, raising an eyebrow. "Dare another player (or team) to be something else."
The shopkeeper chuckled, he'd been waiting for one of these cards to be drawn, though he didn't think it would be this soon. He looked at the statues, now quite animate that the store was closed. Ian had already been touched by their magic, why not share that with his friends? See where things go and let that damn house get what it deserved. He had also looked back through the houses history, having not much else to do besides sell some incence and nonsense curse books to some goth teens all day, and found he was not the only one they had wronged. So he waved his hand of his scrying crystal and weaved some thoughts into Ians mind, bringing some up and supressing others. That should get things going.
Ian looked back down at the card. For some reason his head was filled with the images of those statues from earlier, and the fact that the game was more than just some tricked out version of truth or dare made strange thoughts appear in his mind. It could have been the beer getting to him, but he thought he'd try something, see if it worked. He held up the card and looked at team four, who were still in the lead. "I dare the team in the lead to slowly become satyrs. The longer they spend in the lead the more they will change. Until they are satyrs in body and mind, unless they have been changed into something else."
He stopped and blinked, that wasn't what he wanted to say. He must need another beer.