Prompt 1:
 he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town.
The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched --
But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious.
(It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.)
But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things:
- Fight the first person you see
- Kiss the first person you see
Unfortunate.
Prompt 2:
he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color.
Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming!
Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless!
Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics.
Prompt 3:
he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post:
Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color
Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice.
Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions.
At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified.
Prompt 4:
 ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in.
The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them.
And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings.
Congratulations!
Extra:
Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with!
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Or: he's done both of these things, and Greed will have to peel him off the ground behind a completely different house, possibly all the way at the other end of the district if not outside it. Why is he here?! Who can say.]
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Gently, he nudges him with one pointy shoe.]
Hey.
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Too hungry... Couldn't find food...
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He leans down, grabbing him by the back of his shitty Guy Fieri cosplay and throwing him over one shoulder.]
This is pretty pathetic.
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I'm still hungry.
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[Intimately, frankly. He doesn't miss that aspect of sharing Ling's body. But hey, here they go, his arm caught over the back of Ling's knees so he doesn't slide off, heading . . . somewhere. Not home, certainly, because he's going in the opposite direction.]
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you know like in shrek but without the screaming and with more bending in ways that look more uncomfortable than they are
like in shrek]
Where are we going?
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There's a ton of houses around here that used to have people. The ones who died or disappear or whatever, right? So they probably left behind a few meals.
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How fresh do you think that food is?
[He knows you're not the Food Sin, but come on, you must understand food expires.]
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Dunno. A bunch of colors went out today, probably there's a few fresh pantries still left.
[HUP he hoists Ling up a little, not because he's heavy but because he's contributing literally nothing to this effort, and so he's sliding a little.]
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Thanks though, he'll just continue to contribute nothing to getting carried around. Greed just hoisted him like a sack of flour and he doesn't even care; that's friendship.]
I'll leave it to you, then! [now it's becoming a pattern]
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silently.
coldly.]
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Was that the wrong thing to say? [sigh! fine, he will use his own adult legs to walk.] Well, pick a house.
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[It's grey, and presumably was once blue, according to the sign on the wall. But here they go, breaking and entering, it's probably fine . . . hey, it's better than the abandoned shack they presumably lived in for a bit of time.
The good news: it was recently vacated. And there's food!
The bad news: it's all greyed out, so . . . eat at your own risk, young emperor.]
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It's just as bad as before! Maybe I'll pretend it's a delicious meal.
[Yeah? That will work, right? Watch as he picks up a gray... round thing, maybe a fruit, and takes a bite, trying very hard to pretend it's good food. He's tearing up.]
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[But never let it be said he passed up a free show. He's watching openly, arms crossed, amused despite himself.
. . . this is kind of pathetic, honestly.
. . . Ling, stop.]
You're going to kill yourself, knock it off.
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I'll die if I can't eat anything.
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[He's got to keep his emperor in good shape, HE GUESSES . . . he's turning on his heel, snagging a grey packet of cigarettes on the way out. Maybe they'll taste like shit, but on the other hand, it's a cigarette, so . . . probably he can't taste the difference.
Don't climb on him, though.]
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You know, I heard we can go fishing! Shall we give that a try?
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[Not that he knows how to fish. He's pretty sure Ling doesn't either, though, so this'll be fun to watch. And yeah, maybe the cigarette tastes like chalk, but he's absolutely not going to admit it.
He's just gonna smoke it. Like a cool guy.]
How bout this: I'll even cook it if you manage to get one.
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Anyway, for about two seconds he's excited at the thought that Greed will cook something for him instead of waiting for him to burn a fish over a shitty campfire!! but—]
You don't know how to cook.
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[That's kind of unlikely.]
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Ahh, that's definitely not true! You never paid attention when I had to cook for us.
[Again, when he burnt stuff on a campfire.]
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[How did they spend six months on the road without learning how to cook . . .]
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Are you really going to cook?
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