Jon rolls the die

Jon grabbed the die and threw a 4. He moved his counter and picked a card from the pile. YOU HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A CHILD NOW SEE WHAT IT IS LIKE BEING AN ADULT AGE ONE YEAR FOR EVERY THROW OF THE DIE UNTIL THE END OF THE GAME Jon dropped the card in terror. Age a year for every throw? He looked at the board. There was a long way to go. He would be middle aged before they were half way round. What if he died before the end? Jon put his head in his hands and started crying.