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In many ways Mark was freaked out. He had a freaking pig's snout on his face. His mind was still trying to find a logical explanation for all this, but it couldn't. He could feel the pig snout on his face, he could touch it with his fingers.

He honestly had no desire to roll that die and end up farther in whatever evil (possibly demonic) game this was. And yet he found himself doing just that, he took the die into his hand and rolled it and watched as it came down on a two.

Just as he couldn't stop himself from rolling the die, he was also incapable of stopping himself from moving his pawn forward to a blank space. He tried not to draw another one of those fun cards, but that was of no use too.

"Potty Mouth: A potty mouth like the one you now have can't help but chow down on shit or guzzle down urine. Points: 25." Read the new fun card. Mark threw it down on the table as soon as he could, beyond grossed out at what it had said. They all seemed to be grossed out by what he had just read, even Johnny who didn't even comment.

Mark passed the die quickly to Chad, trying to erase from his mind what he had just drawn. Chad took the die and rolled...