Ricky ended up picking a card from the red pile. He hoped it would be something cool, like a sensitive bubble butt (for better anal sex), or maybe perfect hair (so he would never have to go to a salon again for the rest of his life). But, of course, the game didn't usually give the players what they wanted, despite what their memories told them.
He picked up a red card and looked at it.
"What's it say, Ricky?" Jim asked.