Cautiously, Mark rolled the dice out, sighing a little when he saw them land on a pair of threes, which was basically a 6. Moving his green piece forwards across the board, he found that it stopped on an open space, allowing him to choose his own.
"Well that's a relief," Stella pointed out, "Well, only a bit really. But it's nice that even though we have no choice but to play this now, we at least are given a choice of our cards from time to time."
"If you insist." Alex said flatly, frowning somewhat as he did so.
Mark didn't think as much. He'd actually been hoping for a 12 to get back at Stella for that business with the farting, though now that he thought about it, she wasn't being cruel, so maybe he shouldn't have been thinking that way. Shaking his head to himself, he picked a card at random from one of the piles, mostly without looking. Glancing down, he found that he had picked up a World card. Nervously, he read it aloud.
"Farting like a child, eh? Well how immature is that?" Mark frowned, concerned that this game seemed to know what had happened, "All of you are immature, so why don't we take a step back and bring this room into perspective." As soon as he had finished speaking, everyone looked around in alarm as the room seemed to shift and change around them. Very quickly, the familiar furniture and decoration of the room was replaced, twisting into new forms. Once this had died down, everyone was shocked to find themselves sitting the middle of a children's nursery, with toys and the like scattered all over the place. It seemed to be deserted, but one could wonder for how that would last.
"I hate this game." Marked groaned.
"You're not the only one, love." Cathy frowned, patting him on the back as she glanced around nervously at their new surroundings. However, knowing it was her turn by Alex's gesturing, and not really wanting to play this game for any longer than was necessary, she picked up the dice and rolled to her fate...