Cumanji

Hidden away in a box, forgotten for centuries or perhaps longer, waiting patiently for the time when someone would discover it and play it again. The ornate wooden box was inlaid with small, intricate carvings in each corner making out the shape of a man, a women, a pair of handcuffs and a spiked collar. The centre of the mahogany box depicted a scene of a bedroom. The word Cumanji plastered across the top in a font that looked like it was dripping.

Anyone who opens the box would be greated with a beautifully illustrated game board, a set of dice and a deck of cards with various challenges and events. There are also a collection of player pieces and a decoder to decipher the game’s rules.

Players take turns to roll the dice and move around the board, when they land on certain spaces, they must draw cards that may present dangers, rewards, or tasks.

Each player is warned (through the game's rules) that if they don't successfully complete a challenge or if they are unable to escape danger, they risk being drawn into the game and becoming trapped within.

The game shivered with anticipation as it sensed new players approaching. The time to play again was almost at hand and these new people would face untold challenges, intense dangers and unimaginable rewards IF they could finish the game without losing themselves in the process.

Shafts of light illuminated the dark wood for the first time in eons, the area around the box jostled as things were moved aside. It could almost make out voices as a pair of hands grasped the game box and pulled it from it's resting place, raising it into the air as they dusted it off and read the name aloud.