A vial of liquid with a tag that says "Drink Me". You swallow down the foul liquor that smells like stagnant water from a porta-pottie. In fact it is water from a porta-pottie from a Grateful Dead show from back in the 1980's. It is so loaded with LSD waste products you start to sweat and the room begins to spin. You vomit on yourself, a thick yellow film that slightly burns your exposed legs and groin. You look down at your burning groin only to realize that the dress they made you wear has shrunken into a mini-skirt. No...you are growing at a rapid rate. You quickly aim your legs and arms toward the windows. The glass breaks tearing gashes into your limbs, leaving wads of shredded meat inside the house as it seems to shrink away. Red skeletal bones with drooping pulpy hands and feet that you cannot move. The pain is excruciating. Your head is slamming against the ceiling craning your neck. You ears are filled with a splintering sound, the beams give way. A louder splintering that shoots a spasm down your spine. Your neck snaps just as the roof pops off.
You lose the game when the buzzer announces your death.