Like a rubberband, his entire body snapped right back into place. Legs, wings, arms, head, yep they were all there. However, Ty barely had time to register that much as he fell through the huge screen that was the other side and gravity suddenly shifted from below to behind him. Ty fell to a wooden ground that seemed to expand further than any football feild. His own destination seemed to be a small round disk atop a glowing pentagon. Ty couldn't figure out how, but he also managed to land on his feet with little to no discomfort. Although the sudden stop certainly made his head spin.

With the immediate excitement seemingly over, Ty took the moment to assess his injuries. Considering he was still able to stand, his legs were clearly not broken. He could feel that his wings were back, give or take a feather or two and… was he wearing this red shirt before? No… no he wasn't. Also it certainly didn't feel like he wearing these particular pants either. Despite they appear loose and comfortable, they actually felt skin tight. What was going on here?

Still a little disoriented, Ty then decided to just simply walk it off a bit. Lifting his foot proved to be more difficult that it should have been. The platform he was standing on felt sticky almost like rubber, but that couldn't be. It was as hard and solid as the wooden landscape that surrounded him. It had to be plastic, but sure enough the more he pulled the more stuck he seemed to get. After a certain point, his feet were forced to move into a certain position upon the platform, no never move again.

Worse off, he couldn't even feel his toes anymore. Ty looked around for someone, anyone that could help him with his delima and saw that there really was someone towering over him.

"What the hcmmmm," Ty tried to call out in surprise, his beak suddenly staying shut. He could still breath, but couldn't speak. and it was only getting worse. Ty watched in pure horror as his beak and mouth slowly hardened into the same substance as the ground below him. The rest of his body began to follow suit. Stiffening and hardening, almost like some invisible force was molding him like clay. Wings stopped moving entirely and became heavy upon his back. His hair merged with half of his face. Heck, his right hand become a useless nub with some weird growth on it. No wait, the growth wasn't done growing. His fingers where not going in the direction that they were before.

It was now the cardinal couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't even breath. He wasn't suffocating it was just, his internal organs suddenly stiffened. His lungs in particular forced all of the air left in his body in one final cry for help, which lasted for much longer than Ty was even conscious. His final thoughts being, who was that giant coyote?

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Patty had watched in complete shock that this had happened again. Patty just knew he shouldn't have accepted the challenge. It's just… it had been so frustrating not being allowed to play any games anymore. Not to mention, this "Chromewing" had been challenging him all day with no problems until now. So he really thought it would be safe to play against Chromewing, despite the almost careless bet he had made. Junior had assured Patty that this wouldn't happen with computer games. Patty really should have known better than to trust Junior's word. That's when Patty remembered the terms of the bet.

No, he did know better, that's why he made the Punishment something so ablitrary and minor to start with. Now look at Chromewing, more like "plasticwing" now. Nothing more than a game peice for one of Patty's favorite board games, "Despell At Con with the Fur". Patty took a look at the game card. Hm… Ty Musea? Was that his real name. He didn't even have bad stats either. Still, what was he supposed to do now!?!

"When I said, i wanted to play with you," Patty groaned to himself, "this was not what I had in mind."

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