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Wendy wasn’t quite sure what was so special about the board game her friend Aisling found in the curio shop. It was old, had a musty smell, and didn’t look very fun. It had winding trails through forest scenery and scattered plastic carrots everywhere.

“I’m still looking for the rule book, but isn’t this so cool?” Aisling asked excitedly, while Wendy picked up a plastic pink figure that had bunny ears. It looked like it had been reglued repeatedly, one of the legs a little loose.

“It’s something,” Wendy said, not wanting to tell her friend what she really thought. They had come to the shop to thrift decorations for Wendy’s apartment, not for strange little board games. “Can we get back on track?”

To her surprise, Aisling wasn’t ready to leave her newfound treasure, finding some colorful dice in a nearby box. “Can you help me find the pieces?”

“Whatever, I’m leaving,” Wendy said, realizing her friend was a lost cause. She would just have to shop alone for a bit. She slammed the piece onto the board and felt the figure come off its base. That was the last moment anything was normal.

A spark of rushing energy surged around Wendy, and she found herself for a brief second standing in a pink rabbit costume, with a ridiculous bow tie and oversized ears. Before she could speak, Wendy wasn’t in the curio shop. Or, she was, but she stood on the green game board, her feet stuck to a plastic pink base. And she had to crane her head back to see Aisling’s giant form.

“…where…rabbit…” Aisling was saying, her voice thunderous, but also indistinct, somehow. In fact, the world outside of the game board was fuzzy, blurred. As if the only thing truly important to Wendy was the game.

She tried to wave her arms, to get Aisling’s attention. And she did, in a way. “…there...” A hand larger than Wendy now was reached out, plucking her by her ears, and all at once, Wendy froze, momentarily becoming a plastic figurine with no life, no thoughts, as she careened through the air.

Wendy gasped as Aisling plopped her onto a starting square. The first square along a brown path through the green woods. She shouted, she waved her pink arms, but nothing seemed to get Aisling’s attention as she looked through the rulebook. With a twisting of her stomach, Wendy realized she was going to play the game, whether she liked it or not.

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Wendy wasn’t quite sure what was so special about the board game her friend Aisling found in the curio shop. It was old, had a musty smell, and didn’t look very fun. It had winding trails through forest scenery and scattered plastic carrots everywhere.

“I’m still looking for the rule book, but isn’t this so cool?” Aisling asked excitedly, while Wendy picked up a plastic pink figure that had bunny ears. It looked like it had been reglued repeatedly, one of the legs a little loose.

“It’s something,” Wendy said, not wanting to tell her friend what she really thought. They had come to the shop to thrift decorations for Wendy’s apartment, not for strange little board games. “Can we get back on track?”

To her surprise, Aisling wasn’t ready to leave her newfound treasure, finding some colorful dice in a nearby box. “Can you help me find the pieces?”

“Whatever, I’m leaving,” Wendy said, realizing her friend was a lost cause. She would just have to shop alone for a bit. She slammed the piece onto the board and felt the figure come off its base. That was the last moment anything was normal.

A spark of rushing energy surged around Wendy, and she found herself for a brief second standing in a pink rabbit costume, with a ridiculous bow tie and oversized ears. Before she could speak, Wendy wasn’t in the curio shop. Or, she was, but she stood on the green game board, her feet stuck to a plastic pink base. And she had to crane her head back to see Aisling’s giant form.

“…where…rabbit…” Aisling was saying, her voice thunderous, but also indistinct, somehow. In fact, the world outside of the game board was fuzzy, blurred. As if the only thing truly important to Wendy was the game.

She tried to wave her arms, to get Aisling’s attention. And she did, in a way. “…there...” A hand larger than Wendy now was reached out, plucking her by her ears, and all at once, Wendy froze, momentarily becoming a plastic figurine with no life, no thoughts, as she careened through the air.

Wendy gasped as Aisling plopped her onto a starting square. The first square along a brown path through the green woods. She shouted, she waved her pink arms, but nothing seemed to get Aisling’s attention as she looked through the rulebook. With a twisting of her stomach, Wendy realized she was going to play the game, whether she liked it or not.