“Risky Roads”

David sat looking at the card. He hated the card. He hated the fact it was about to push them all to do something they didn’t want. He hated that if even one person didn’t comply to his challenge he got punished for it.

With a glance to the red cards on the table he groaned. “Risky Roads; Convince everyone to take at least one curse card from you before the next player draws. There will be a three minute rest so you can convince them.” David looked up at the quick disdain from the family.

The board rattled as five red cards flew out the stack and into David’s hands. All the tokens fell down stiffly, and for the first time, looked as if they weren’t ever alive to begin with.

The cards all transformed in his hands, the text shown to him. “Oh shit.” David looked at them his hands shaking. He read them to himself, not bothering reading them aloud lest it turn people off from picking one.

He looked at the first one. The big red text making it more ominous than the rest. ‘Curse-Edged; We’re all men, what’s a little fun with ghosts occasionally?’ David turned to the next one hoping it would appeal to someone just the slightest bit.

‘Curse-Werewolf; You’re now a horny werewolf. Enjoy the full moon?” David glanced up to Kody. If there was ever a card for Kody, this one was it. As much as it pained him to say it.

The third card caught his eye, the curse actually not seeming unpleasant. ‘Curse-Hot; Total hottie alert! What a stud.’ With a straight face David turned to the next card.

It was obvious which one was the worst out of the bunch when he read the fourth card. ‘Curse-Kinkyboots; Every day you have a new fetish you have to fulfill.’ A new kink everyday sounded neat, one you had to fulfill sounded like hell.

Then came the last card. Oddly enough it gave one over the amount of players. With a frown he read it, only to realize it fought for the first spot in worst curse. ‘Curse-Cursed; Every time anyone else gets a curse draw one yourself. Each time you get a curse move 10 spots forward.’

With a lip bite he looked back up to the table of very unwilling faces. “So who wants to help me?”