Still laughing, Monica grabbed the dice off the table and chucked them onto the board. She didn't care where her token landed and just grabbed a card like everyone else. Her laughter died instantly as she set it down. Everyone else became instantly sober.
It was a picture of a chair.
"Wh... what does that mean?" Monica was shaking, scared out of her mind.
Sara's eyes grew wide. She whispered, "It means you're going to turn into a chair."
Monica stood up and backed away from the table. Her arms and legs were turning a shade of brown. She stared at her arms, completely freaked out. "Will I be able to move, or think? Or anything? What's going to happen to me?" Her face turned brown. Wood grain patterns began to appear on her exposed skin.
Monica's torso began to flatten and widen. Her breasts sunk in as her form became only a few inches thick. Her hips widened too, shredding her clothes and leaving her naked. Her shoulders shifted weirdly down to her hips as her legs bent of their own accord. Monica was forced into a sitting position. "N... No!" She trembled, fighting against the horrible change, but it was no use. Monica's wooden feet curled up into her legs, which kept their human shape. Her arms stuck straight out as two other legs began to grow from where her butt used to be. All four legs settled onto the floor.
The five friends stared. A few were crying. Monica's wooden lap filled in to form the seat of a chair. Her ears and nose sunk into the wooden bump that was her head, perched oddly atop the square back of the chair. Monica's fingers splayed out haphazardly as rails shot out from her palms, attaching to her former legs. "Heeeelp!" She could no longer speak. Her mouth formed the word, "heeeelp", but no sound came from it. Monica's eyes, mouth, face, melted into the chair. She gave a final twitch of a wooden finger and moved no more.
Jessica spoke up. "Is Monica... dead?" Monica's token evaporated from the board as if to answer. A wooden chair with human arms and legs sat silently on the floor. No one wanted to look at it. Sara threw up, sick. No one wanted to continue this deadly game either, but they all knew that they had to. It was time for someone else to roll the dice.