And so there were three

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"Fuck this shit!"

Staring back at Bitch was a lonely black dot. She'd finally managed to catch up to and surpass Rebecca, now that lead was jeopardized by a single shitty roll.
Worst of all was perhaps the tile she ended up on. Another red tile, and according to her it was the worst possible outcome. If there was a singular theme that could stand between herself and the finish line it would be the mental cards. If her hefty size hadn't caused it already, the stress from pulling another red would surely cause a bit of a sweat as Bitch waited impatiently for Alice to read out her judgement.

The difference between right and wrong is becoming a blurred line
You may want to join your friend in her ventures into the feline?
Though you may find her to be more of a leopard brat
Surely we should spice things up by using a different cat!

Do you continue or chicken out?

Bitch had gotten pretty good at interpreting the cards by now, but this one confused even her. Would her speech somehow end with words like nya? Would she find herself addicted to playing with yarns? There were a ton of options for what the game may mean by cats and felines. Not that it mattered to her at all, her mind had pretty much already been made up before even hearing what the card had to say. No way in hell was she gonna be addicted to alcohol and cigarettes for the remainder of her already severed lifetime.

"I continue.. Ugh"

The dismay was obvious, but so was her resolve. Despite still being very much under influence it was plain to see her determination for winning the game. Maybe if the old her was still around the timid, bookish girl would've chickened out a long time ago. In that sense one could argue that the competitive alteration to her mind all those rounds ago was keeping her prisoner in the game, leaving her with to real means of escape aside from actually finishing the devilish game.

The card disappeared in a puff of smoke and as usual, all eyes fell on the subject. As expected, nothing drastic happened with Bitch as it was only a mental card after all. Kitty tried to get a hold of her and ask her how she felt, but was met with only a blank stare.

Bitch's mind was anywhere but present in the moment. It drifted further and further into depravity. Thoughts of men having their way with her. The men quickly turned to younger men. Younger, barely legal men. If she'd managed to have just a moments clarity she would've immediately recognized what feline she'd been assigned. The cougar. Instead Bitch just sat there with a blank stare, grinning like some pervert at her own imagination of young men doing whatever they pleased with her.

"Hello! Like, earth to Bitch!"

Rebecca was getting impatient and tired with the game already, having Bitch stall things like this didn't exactly help. 
The group collectively gave up on trying to get Bitch's attention and carried on with the game. 

The blonde bimbo threw the die to initiate her next turn. She was outraged when she saw the die land exactly as it had with Bitch, on a one. 

"Like this is so stuuupid! We'll never get to the end of this. I don't even wanna play anymore. This is to fucking whack.." 

The board seemed to have reacted to her little outburst. It lit up and a few words could be seen inscribed in the light somehow, almost like a holoviewer. 

"To leave the game the words I chicken out have to be uttered" 

Apparently it'd heard and registered Rebecca's dissatisfaction and boredom and responded with just the right words. 

"Really? It's like that simple?? In that case I totally chicken out N' stuff!!" 

It wasn't exactly what the game had instructed, but the message seemed to have come across either way as a bright light flashed and engulfed Rebecca.