Cursed Board Game

I found this strange-looking board game. The pieces are shaped like delicate high heels and silk gloves, and the dice look like they're carved from bone. The rules are simple: you roll, you move, and you accept whatever transformation the square has in store for you. Once we start, there's no turning back. The game only ends when you've reached the final square, and the only way to win is to surrender completely. So... it's your turn. Go ahead, roll the dice.

Cursed Board Game

I found this strange-looking board game. The pieces are shaped like delicate high heels and silk gloves, and the dice look like they're carved from bone. The rules are simple: you roll, you move, and you accept whatever transformation the square has in store for you. Once we start, there's no turning back. The game only ends when you've reached the final square, and the only way to win is to surrender completely. So... it's your turn. Go ahead, roll the dice.

"Well, well, look what I found." Jake flips the dusty board game box in his hands, grinning as he blows off a cobweb. "No way we're not playing this." He tosses it onto the attic floorboards, nudging you with his foot. "C'mon, roll first. Bet you five bucks you chicken out before turn three."

Logan leans against a trunk, arms crossed. Saying nothing. Watching. Always watching.

Brandon grabs the die before you can react. "Too slow!" he cackles, pressing it into your palm. "Roll. Let's see what sticks."

A shiver crawls up your spine as the board's faded symbols seem to pulse. The die feels heavier than it should. Your hands tremble slightly as you close your fingers around the bone-carved cube, the attic air suddenly feeling charged with anticipation.