"Penalty! Lose a limb as chosen by the opponent to your left." the screen reads. As she's to your left, Mattie laughs and says "Tough break bro. I know you're right handed, so and it should be easier for me to win if you're not allowed to use it, so lets go with that." she says.
Not really believing anything's going to happen, you laugh and say "Chill sis, it's just a game, you don't have to be so competitive."
Just them, a golden glow envelops your right arms, growing brighter and brighter until it's too painful to look at before swiftly fading, taking your right hand with it, just a rounded stump remaining at the end of your wrist.
"Wh-what the Hell!" you exclaim, staring at your incomplete limb in shock and disbelief.
"Oh my God! Quick Tom, call an ambulance!" your mother ordered, grabbing a dish towel and attempting to wrap it around your arm stump in an attempt to stop the bleeding, only to find there was none, the space where your hand once attached covered in smooth layer of soft skin, little different from the rest of the skin around it, giving you the appearance of never having had a hand in the first place.
"It's, It's alright mom, I'm not hurt, I just, I just don't have a hand is all. I-I think this game is magic! You exclaim, before you begin telling everyone about the strange shop you visited, and the old mans warning, though you're careful to leave out the part about you stealing the game from him.
"Hogwash! There's no such thing as magic! There has to be a logical explanation for this!" your father says, though he doesn't sound very sure of himself.
"Yea? Well let me know when you find it Dad. Also, could you see if you could find my hand while you're at it? I'd kind of like to have it back." you said, shooting your older sister a dirty look, causing her to blush and look away, unable to meet your gaze.
"This, this game is evil! I won't have it in my house!" your mother exclaimed, grabbing a trash can and reaching for the board.
Realizing the danger of such an action before the rest of you, Taylor begins to shout a warning. "Wait mom, don't..."
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