“That was mean. Skip your turn,” Lindsey read, shocked. “How’d it know what I said?”
“How’d it make me fat?” you question. Or a girl. Either way you reach for the die and rolled, this time a
five. You leaned over, you belly bulging into folds, and moved your piece. As soon as you let go a card popped
out.
“Read it out loud this time, please,” Lindsey requested. You nodded in acknowledgement.
“Challenge time! You and the player across from you play rock, paper, scissors. The loser will gain the
winner’s weight,” you read. You look up at a horrified Lindsey. “You ready?”
“No!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to get fat! What if I don’t do it?”
The card in your hand shimmered as words were added to it and you read, “Any who refuse to participate in the
challenge shall gain the combined weight of all players.”
“Fine,” Lindsey grumbled.
“How much do you weigh?” you inquired.
“Why do you want to know, fatty?” Lindsey snapped due to her fear. You were beginning to wonder why you were
her friend.
“Well, I’d like to know how much weight I’m gonna gain if I lose,” you say, holding your tongue.
“Oh,” she answers quietly. “130 pounds.”
“So whoever loses will weigh 400 pounds,” You conclude. You see Lindsey shiver. You don’t really see what her
problem is. It ain’t so bad being fat.
And so the game began. You won first with rock to her scissors. The second time she beat your rock with paper.
Deciding to switch it up, you throw out paper. Lindsey uses . . .