Samantha shook her head. "No, I can't let the rest of you suffer. I choose myself." Emily exhaled in relief, and they all waited.
Nothing happened.
"I don't think it will let you do that," Tracy said.
Sandra grimaced. "Not counting yourself, I'm in last place. Hit me. We should try to protect those in the lead."
"Sandra, I can't do that," Samantha protested. "You've already... Oh shit!" She covered her mouth and stared at Sandra whose arms suddenly jutted outward. The hooves and arms thinned out and stretched as the skin from her armpits started to pull down. Next black feathers pierced through her skin. Within moments her arms were replaced by two massively large black wings, reaching out from her sides.
Tracy murmured, "Holy crap."
Sandra swallowed and then folded her wings around the sides of her body.
"Damn," said Emily. "Too bad you can't leave the game to go fly."
"I'm sorry," cried Samantha.
"Don't worry about it," said Tracy. "Next. He rolled the dice." A two and a five came up. His piece leapt past Emily's and continued on three more spaces. He read the card. "The scene of this room is getting a little stale. The next 'interesting' place anyone here thinks of will become the setting of this tale."
"You've got to be kidding," said young Emily. "Is this a Ghostbusters thing where we have to- OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Within seconds the room blurred around them all, only leaving the four players, their immediate possessions, and the game board and pieces in focus. A gust of air blew past them, and then everything started to regained focus. "I don't know who did this, but if we're on top of a demonic skyscraper in New York with a giant sugary confection-based corporate mascot about to kill us, I'll be heavily disappointed." Their surroundings solidified.