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You’re sitting cross-legged on the carpet in Gemma’s living room, the board game *"Cumunji"* sprawled out in the center of the group. The atmosphere is cozy, if a little tense—Gemma’s got that excited glint in her eye as she explains the rules, Mia’s side-eying Jimmy like he’s about to do something stupid, and Carrie keeps scooting closer to you, her hand brushing your knee every time she “adjusts her position.” Steve’s sprawled out on the couch, Emma’s leaning against his shoulder, and you’re trying not to stare at Gemma too obviously while she talks.

The game looks old—the board is worn, the dice are chipped, and the cards are slightly yellowed. It’s got that weird, mystical vibe, like it’s been sitting in a dusty attic for decades, waiting for the right group of idiots to stumble upon it.

“Okay!” Gemma claps her hands, her skater-girl charm on full display. “So, it’s like Jumanji, but… spicier. Each turn, something weird happens. We roll the dice, move our pieces, and see what the game has in store for us. Sound fun?”

Jimmy grins. “Totally. I’m ready for some spice.” He waggles his eyebrows, and Mia rolls her eyes hard enough you’re surprised they don’t fall out of her head.

Carrie giggles nervously, her hand on your knee again. “This is going to be so fun, right, John?”

You nod, trying to subtly shift away from her. “Yeah, sure. Let’s do it.”

The game pieces are laid out—each of you has chosen a character: a knight, a wizard, a rogue, a princess, a bard, and a thief. You’re the knight, because of course you are. Gemma’s the princess, because she’s *the* princess. The dice are in your hand now, and the group is waiting for you to roll.

But before you do, you notice something… strange. The board seems to shimmer slightly, like it’s alive, and the air feels charged, like a storm is brewing. You can’t shake the feeling that this game is more than it seems.

**Quick Actions:**
1. Roll the dice to start the game.
2. Pass the dice to someone else instead.