"That game is too dangerous for children to play !"-Aaron's mind boggled, as he tried to recollect the overheard cacophony. The game under the tree looked like a hundred others that he had at home. But he was bored and restless and, looking for something interesting to do. It looked like a kaleidoscopic maze, creating a myriad of vines,arthropods and serpents, entwined in each other. Zimango- the onomatopoeic name of the game had already caught his fancy; so he thought of giving it a try. Little did Aaron know while standing over this ordinary-looking playing board that he was about to plunge into the most bizzare adventure of his life.
Fiddling with the dice, he rolled the cube accidentally. To his surprise, a cryptic message appeared in the crystal , kept adjacent to the board. Pussyfooting his way around the edge,he strained his eyes to read the outcome. "Until someone rolls 5 or 8 you will have to spend your life in.....". Before Aaron could even interpret the note, he was sucked into the board and a trail of semi-molten tyres looped around his body. Moments after regaining his sense, he gaped grimly at himself-to discover that he had been transformed into a virtual mute. A vocal cord removed, his throat stitched together like a boot. He laid there,squealing like a frightened pig,only to realise that he would be trapped for decades in it and a host of dangers could be averted, only by finishing this game.
